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Fleetbreeze[of]Riverclan.
« Thread Started on Sept 8, 2007, 3:04pm »

Name: _Fleetbreeze
Rank: _Warrior
Clan: _Riverclan
Gender: _She-Cat
Age:_{23 moons}
Physical Description:

_{Fleet is fairly pretty, but there isn’t anything overly special about her. She’s a reddish-brown tabby, simple as that. The stripes on her pelt are a rich chocolate brown, and stand out quite well on her light red base coat. Her chest, stomach, paws, and muzzle are all bright snowy white. Her eyes, they are not a special color, really. They are a soft golden yellow. The only thing that makes them special is the sweet innocent glow that bewitches most cats.

She is still fairly young, so she has really soft fur. Her voice is light and soft, and her laugh is a light tinkle. She is delicate and graceful. However, she is fast and cunning. She has had to fight quite a few cats, even though she is so young. As a slave in training, she was prey to quite a few hard edged toms, but with her wit and speed, she has escaped the worst.

She was almost done with her training, so she has a good wealth of fresh knowledge and skill. She learned from the best of the best. She was taught about herbs and healing from the slave Callie, and about slave etiquette from the old slave Deena. She also has accumulated a bunch of fighting techniques from any slave who would help. Who knows how long she will remember all that she has learned, but right now she is ready for anything.

((You will learn more about the slave part in the history.))}

Quick Description:

_{Soft reddish-brown tabby she-cat with innocent golden eyes.}
Picture:
_Face
_Form

Personality:

Sweet.
Yeah, she’s pretty sweet. She has a sugary voice, and she always has a positive spin for any situation. She is really good at finding the silver lining; there has been only a few times when she hasn’t been able to. She has a soft heart and quickly forgives. She knows such sweetness is foolish, but she hates only one thing-hate itself. Yet there are cats in her clan which do not hold her favor, make no mistake. She just holds it inside, deep down. Someday, for sure, it will all crash out, but for now she remains sweet and positive.

Soft.
This kind of goes with the sweet thing, but a little different. Just about everything about her is soft, but for her resolve and her mind. She is soft spoken, and doesn’t ever swear or anything like that. She doesn’t normally raise her voice, and can sometimes be taken as meek; she’s anything but, but she is not one to stand up with loud words and fighting at the same time.

Fire.
Most cats wouldn’t see this part of Fleet. This is what she saves for when she is by herself. She has a lot of spunk, a lot of anger, but she suppresses it so deep even she sometimes forgets it is there. She has only ever thrown it at a couple cats, and she has regretted it forever. Maybe that is why she is the way she is now; who knows, really.

Curious.
Now, this really didn’t need to be included, but it is anyways. Fleetpaw has the curiosity that any young cat does, and she has learned to be discreet about it. She knows all the gossip about every situation, and always has something to add to a conversation. Whether she will or not, though, is always a mystery.

Innocent.
Well, sort of. In some ways, Fleet doesn’t know what the real world is like. She has escaped some of the dark things other cats have had to go through by luck and cunning, and she has never strayed from her clan's lands since her kithood. However, Grace has a few dark things in her past that have disillusioned her from the magical world she lived in as a kit.

**And, a footnote. Fleet hates her full name. She only uses it when she meets someone for the first time, and usually asks a cat to use her nickname, Fleet.

History:

Fleet wasn’t always a happy apprentice. She was born to a cat not in a clan and a dark tom in a rough and tumble posse that lived beyond the borders of the clans. Her mother, the loner, liked the dark mentality that her father possessed, and her father liked that she liked it. It was as simple as that. Their relationship was purely primal, but they both had a heart, somewhat.

Grady, her father, was considered weak by his posse, and Alisha was shunned by her friends because of who she loved. They were both outcasts and they liked it that way. They met often on the borders of their worlds, sharing their histories and getting to know each other well.

Then one day Alisha didn’t show up for their meeting. Grady, worried, left his posse to find her. He only had to search for a couple days before he found her. She was sick in an alley on the edge of town. They stayed there for a month, discovering soon that Alisha was going to have kits.

Alisha was weak and her mind was unraveling at the edges; close to the birth date she was beginning to go a bit insane. It hurt Grady so much to see his love like this, but he stuck with her the whole time. He just loved her even more for fighting through all of it, just for their kits.

The day came when the kits would come, and three came. The first two were still born, but the third survived. She was named Fleetkit by her mother, the last sane thing Alisha would ever do. Soon after the birth Alisha left while Grady was sleeping, never to be seen again.

Grady brought the kit to his posse in desperation, hoping one of the queens would take her. However, after finding out this kit was born of a cat that was not posse blood, Grady was forced to give it to a slave who had two kits. So Fleetkit was raised as a slave, but always had a little special treatment because her father was posse cat.

She reveled in this treatment until her father died of a severe cold, when Fleetkit and her littermates were around six months old. That was the day when her world went a shade darker. She took her grief out on her two littermates, Harpkit and Rowankit. Rowankit was a very weak and impressionable cat, and took all of what Fleetkit had said to her to heart.

Rowankit disappeared for a month until her dead body was found just outside a foxes den. Harpkit, however, was a strong cat, but he loved his foster sister so dearly that he was crushed by her harsh words. He disappeared also, only a week after Rowankit did. He’s been seen by others wandering the lonely alleyways as a loner.

Fleet's anger was replaced by remorse for a long time, then moved on to anger again, but this time directed at herself. She would not forgive herself for a long time, long after her present age. She promised herself only a few months ago that she would never show so much anger to any cat, as long as she lived. It was a ridiculous promise, but she has kept it for a few months now.

Fleet escaped the little posse, about apprentice age. It was the first time she had been out of the posse and on her own. As an apprentice slave, she was allowed small ventures out. Even slave apprentices had that nice bonus. Well, this time Fleet didn't go back. She made her way, slowly but surely, into Riverclan. She didn't know it at the time, but this would end up being her home until she died.

She was accepted, reluctantly at first, because of her injuries. They took her in, healed her, and kept her alive for a moon. She then told her story to the leader, who gave her a place; she had nowhere else to go. Now she is a warrior, but she is still a bit uncomfortable around most cats in the clan.

IC:

((This is one of my worser ones. I don't much like it, but I don't want to use my best on here, or else I won't be able to create any on here that look better.))

Deep in the hills of Achromatic Eclipse, there is a stream. At one point in the stream a large precipice juts out of it, surrounded by large mossy boulders scattered about in the water. This stream, it behaves as water should- it goes over the large one, creating a waterfall, and around the smaller boulders with practiced ease.

The sun, at the moment, was shining fairly bright as it filtered through the green summertime trees. The dappled shade danced as a soft wind stirred the leaves. The place had a surreal glow to it, one that was beautiful yet deceivingly dangerous. Many a life had been lost at the claws of what most cats called the Black Rapids.

Most cats didn't dare venture near the dangerous frothy waters. But, surprisingly, a form was hunched over the edge of the water, a length away from the waterfall. The semi-still water before the she-cat's white paws licked the bank like a hungry animal. Her orange and white pelt looked unrealistically soft in the hazy sunlight as she sat brooding.

Callie's long tail flicked suddenly, and she stood, slashing a paw through the water with sudden ferocity. She was angry at herself, her feelings. Maybe even a bit confused also. Her bright jade eyes glistened with tears of frustration. She lowered them to the stream in front of her, her sad reflection echoed back up at her like a twin. a teardrop distorted the image, and Callie sat back, one paw raised to wipe the foolish tears away from her eyes.

Throughout this little episode, all had been quiet but for the dull roar of the waterfall and the light trill of bird call. it stayed that way for many moments until a low growl erupted from her throat. She clawed the ground, ripping up loam and scattering loose river stones. Her thoughts were troubling, enough even to ruffle Callie's smooth fur.

Her past haunted her, as cliche as it sounded. She knew her history was not as tragic as some, but it had some pretty dark components to it. Her feelings were what were bothering her the most, however; such things were what made her the way she was at the moment. She stopped abruptly at what she was doing and sat, trying to organize her roiling thoughts. As she sorted, a certain tom's image floated to the surface like cream on milk. This tom was causing so much trouble, so much pain in her. Callie was strong enough, but her heart was still healing from the dark happenings that occurred not too long ago in her past. She didn't want her heart broken again.

She stared at her paws for a moment before rising and padding quietly to the edge of the stream. The water was fairly calm at this part, and it looked mighty inviting. She slid into the water with practiced ease, the refreshing chill wiping away her troubling thoughts. It's true, Callie was definitely a water cat.

She gliding around in the water like claws through air, her eyes bright. She dunked under the water and sped under the surface like an otter, joy spreading like the wings of an eagle in her heart. For a few precious moments she could escape the troubles which plagued her any other time.

She surfaced with a splash, sending diamond-like drops cascading all around her. She climbed onto one of the large boulders, a rather flat topped one. She laid to sun herself dry, her green eyes sparkling with good nature. She drifted off quickly into slumber, her bright red and white fur steaming pleasantly under the hot summer sun.

Callie woke a while later, feeling refreshed to the core. She stood on the rock, stretching luxuriously. she jumped on rocks all the way to the edge of the stream then jumped onto the banks. She sat, facing the stream, her tail curled around her paws.

The sun was beginning to set, and the sky was painted many different hues of red, orange, pink and yellow. The sun, it was a dark burgundy, like clotted blood, but strangely, it was so comforting and beautiful to see. Maybe it was the fact that she knew that the sun would be up in the sky, same as always. There would be no death, no pain, no change for the sun.

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Other: Tell me if you dislike the slave thing..I can remake her bio differently.

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Re: Fleetbreeze[of]Riverclan.
« Reply #1 on Sept 15, 2007, 11:24am »

The slave thing's okay; I personally like the way you did your personality. Made it easier on me to read. xD
Your IC's perfectly fine so don't worry about it or anything.

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