Post by Hazze on Nov 20, 2012 17:44:40 GMT -5
rumour
[/b][/size]a self-inflicted name for the deadly lies spread.[/font]
[/center]AGE 23 moons
GENDER she-cat
RANK rouge
CLAN n/a
LOOKS In basic terms, Rumour is a medium-length and agile built tabby she-cat with a deep and mysterious amber gaze. She bores a symbol of her birth-tribe, an arrowhead necklace, which is placed around her neck. See her image at the top of this post for better reference.
LIKES night, information, teasing others, being hidden, freedom, birds, living up high (aka living in the tree canopy, mountains, etc.)
DISLIKES waking up early, clans, tribes, kittypets, two-legs, monsters
FEARS being found by her ex-tribe mates, death
HOPES find a place in the world, find a loving mate, surviving
OVERALL Rumour has always has a clever mouth, but even more clever claws. She's a very harsh character to mess with, and also very emotional. The she-cat doesn't like to be messed with, but she wasn't always this way.
From her tribe, she was raised as a good, cheerful lead hunter. She mastered many types of terrain hunting, including on dangerous mountain ledges. Her tribe, The Tribe of Whispering Trees, was partially up the mountain, partially in the valley. They are directly below the Tribe of Swirling Skies. They lived and slept in trees while the hunters and guards moved on all kinds of land. This is where she mastered most of her abilities. She loved working hard and bringing back prizes to her clan mates.
When she was exiled, her heart began to harden and darken. She wanted revenge, but she was not to come back at all. She kept her tribe's ceremonial and sacred arrowhead necklace as a reminder of where she'd came from, but also to use as a weapon. She was taught a few poison remedies, and usually has the end of her arrow tipped with it when she meets with other cats.
Rumour's attitude has improved. She still doesn't appreciate or tolerate large groups of cats, but instead of letting the hatred burn, she has turned it into a game of pranks and tricks to mess with the cats. She enjoys other rogues or loners than share a similar story. Although the past has still left scars, she is slowly moving on. She is overall a mysterious being, a hopeless romantic, but also quite the entertainer and friend.
PAST Born into the Tribe of Whispering Trees, her tribe was sworn enemies of the Tribe of Swirling Skies. They were smaller than them, but with their one secret weapon, they had the upper paw of controlling the area. Arrowhead necklaces. Every cat had one, woven together with bendable, hard stems from their resources. Every cat was given one after becoming a hunter, guard, or poison assistant.
Training was easy. Her paw-pads were made for rocks, her claws for climbing, and her jaws for fighting. She was slick and fast with her small frame, easily taking down even the toughest guard. She was made Lead Hunter just after her to-be apprenticeship and led her tribe to glorious full tummies for moons. She soon switched to a poison assistant, working under the teachings of Venom of Fierce Snake. She learned many remedies before she was exiled.
Exile. A word that still makes her fur grip with fear, pain, and sorrow. She was framed and had done nothing to ruin her perfectly good life. Once the adults had left to their monthly offering ritual, she had to stay and watch the kittens before they were attacked by a gang of young foxes. She did her best, taking a few out with her poison, but she could not save the kits. Her fur was matted with blood of hers and the kits, her claws tinted with crimson before the adults returned, horrified by the bloody mess. They had to blame someone. And so, she was chased off, never to return.
But they forgot her necklace. The one thing she could remember them by. She continued to wander, getting stronger and darker, her sorrow building up but replaced with revenge. She still wanders and has made herself a nest, frequently changing areas inside and out of Clan territory. Rumour is beginning to settle in this area, as she is fond of the open land and few clans. Her spirit is getting lighter as the moons go by as she lets go of the past, but beware, if you cross the line, she's not afraid to use a claw or two.
OTHER n/a