Post by kei on Mar 23, 2009 15:58:39 GMT -8
N a m e: Gypsy
G e n d e r: She-cat
A g e: 30 Moons
C l a n: Loner
R a n k: Loner
I m a g e: farm3.static.flickr.com/2009/2425354048_2092805db4.jpg
F a m i l y: Stormy:: Mother, Father:: Unknown, Siblings:: None
M a t e: Open, but.... good luck.
K i t s: None
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: None
C o m p a n i o n:
No companion.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Gypsy is a larger-than-average gray-and-white she-cat with amused green eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
Gypsy's fur is a long-ish length, but it's very thick. Therefore, it supplies lots of warmth in the cold season, and it just barely chokes her during the hot weather. However, water doesn't bead off; it takes a long time to dry. Her fur, basically, is your average long-furred cat.
Gypsy's fur color could be described as 'gray-and-white', but it can also be explained in other ways. She's mostly a wavering gray color, but she has a white underbelly, belly, and muzzle. Her whiskers are abnormally long and look rather feathery. Her paws are large and white. Her build is slightly larger than the average cat, but it doesn't take from whatever looks one might think she has.
Gypsy's eyes are one of the most memorable traits about her. Even when she's leaving, they always have a spark of amusement. They're a faded green color, but they are always bright.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Gypsy is a very playful cat, she thinks that life itself is a game, and she plays it that way. She loves being a loner just because the thrill of just barely letting the Clan know she's there is exhilarating. She tends to joke around a lot, and she loves to trick young cats. She herself is very immature, but that doesn't matter. She believes that life should be played like a game, and so she plays it that way.
Unlike most cats, Gypsy very rarely states the obvious. If, and it isn't likely, she ever joined a Clan, she wouldn't see a cat at the leaving camp and say, "Are you going out?" She despises those questions, and they are her main pet peeve. What makes her hate Clans most of all is three things. The first, her mother. Her mother, Stormy, convinced her that Clans were evil. Two, their random, "You aren't in ___Clan!" Three, their morals. It drives Gypsy crazy, like it would any loner with no motives or morals.
H i s t o r y:
This is going to be written in first person because I feel like it. xDD
My mother lived with a band of gypsies, and they quickly accepted her. Traveling with them for her entire life, she began to learn the human language. She taught me that I was named after them, and they were called 'humans', no matter what the Clans said. Ah, the Clans. I don't believe I can count how many times my mother told me that the Clans were evil. The first memories I have are of human family we lived with while the gypsies made a stop. They took great care of us, and we accepted their love gratefully. When I was only one, that's twenty-four Moons in Clan time, mother died. I ican remember her deathbed too, and it tore my heart to pieces.
With only her final words, "Stay how you are, Gypsy." I was off on my own life, or adventure as I like to look at it. I followed my mother's words like law, and I've remained a nomad my whole life. Through my travels, I've formed a reputation: The Gypsy of the Clans. It all originated at this one set of four Clans... I foolishly fell for one of the young warriors. I told him my name, what a gypsy was... I though that we'd live forever in happiness. Alas, he betrayed me and started my reputation originally as, "The Gypsy of Death." It changed, though, when the Clans learned I wasn't out to kill them. I still feel betrayed, though I've moved on. I'm a gypsy; I do that. After a while of travelling, I found that I was pregnant. I gave birth to two kits, but both died at birth. I can't deliver kits, and I hope I'll never have to try again.((More information on her relationship with that Clan cat is in the roleplay sample))
O v e r a l l:
Gypsy is a playful, joking she-cat with thick fur. It's a wavering gray with a white belly, underbelly, paws, and muzzle. Her whiskers are long and feathery and her green eyes always have a hint of amusement. She is known as the Gypsy of the Clans in many parts of the forest, but not in all. She lives life like a game, and she plays well.
S a m p l e:
{{Dream}}
"Goodbye.."
"Don't be silly. You aren't going to die!"
"Yes I am.."
"No!"
"Stay how you are, Gypsy"
"No! Don't die, mother!"
{{/Dream}}
Chest heaving, a young wavering gray she-cat rose from her makeshift nest on the outskirts of the Clan's territory she was currently residing in. Her mother's death was only seven sunrises ago, and she watched the eighth sun rise. Her white belly, underbelly, paws, and muzzle were shining, and they contrasted greatly against the rest of her wavering gray fur. With a shake of her two-colored fur, the larger-than-average she-cat's ear twitched when she heard the growling of her stomach. Hmm... she should probably eat soon. With another angry snarl from her stomach, the she-cat decided to go hunting. Seeing as though this was only her eighth day without her mother to guide her, she didn't realize that her scent was still resembling the past Clan's.. what was it...
"Get off, CloudClan intruder!"
CloudClan! That was it! Now, everything would have been peachy and the she-cat would have continued with her hunt if her thoughts normally came to her in forms of threats. The problem was, they didn't.
"I don't believe I belong to this, 'CloudClan'." the she-cat retorted, amused green eyes dancing. She let her eyes linger on the Clan cat's yellow ones. She could see admiration in his eyes, for her or someone else, she didn't really care. Or maybe, it was pride that he would be able to return back to camp with a smile and say, 'I cought a loner!' Yeah, that was probably it.
"Oh.. sorry." the tom's apology caught the gray-and-white cat off guard. The green-eyed she-cat looked at the rest of the tom's body and noticed that he was quite attractive with his talll build and sleek black pelt. His legs were long and muscular, as was his tail. His body was long and thin, and he resembled a spider.
"I'm a loner." the she-cat explained so that the spider-like tom wouldn't feel too bad.
"Yeah.." his contrasting yellow eyes brightened after a while, then he meowed, "I'm Spiderfang!" Ah.. an appropriate name for a cat of that height and leg-length.
"Gypsy." the she-cat replied, hoping that the young tom had the intelligence to realize that Gypsy was the name of the loner.
"Nice to meet you, Gypsy!" he replied, his voice young and enthusiastic. "Would you like to go for a hunt with me?"
Now this was unexpected. Gypsy nodded slowly, but her mind was running wild with suspicion. The she-cat followed the tom and, like he was doing, lifted up her nose to scent the air. Squirrel was the first thing that came to her scent glands. She could see it too, darting up the tree. Before she could react, however, a blur of black ran up the tree faster than she could realize that it was Spiderfang. As fast as she thought he was going, however, she knew in the back of her mind that he'd gone too early. Due to his tremendous speed, however, he snatched the squirrel by its tail.
"Nice catch." Gypsy mumbled, and Spiderfang was going to reply but was silenced by a wave of the she-cat's tail. Though he was confused, the tom paused. Gypsy then darted forward, but lurched back and exposed a large set of mice. But, realizing that nothing was chasing them, they started to eat the nuts they had clutched in their paws. Gypsy waved her tail, and Spiderfang dropped the squirrel, silently of course. On cue, the two cats lounged out to snag as many of the juicy, plump mice they could. Gypsy ended with three while Spiderfang had two.
"How'd you do that?" he asked, yellow eyes wide with amazement.
"My mother taught me." Gypsy replied simply, though she was very proud of herself for catching three. The most her mother caught was four, but the gray-and-white she-cat knew that a feat like that was nearly impossible. Spiderfang bounded quickly up the the shorter and more muscular she-cat and meowed,
"Where are you living?"
That sentence made Gypsy uneasy, seeing as though she wanted to stay here for a while.
"Oh.. I move from time to time." She replied with no clear answer. Spiderfang realized that she didn't want to tell and respected her, backing off of the subject.
"When do you plan to leave?"
"When your Clan chases me out." she replied, an edge to her voice that Spiderfang quickly detected.
"All Clans aren't bad!" he protested, "Though I'm not fond of mine." he muttered, attempting to make it sound 'underneath his breath', but Gypsy's trained ears caught it.
"Then why not leave?"
"It's not as simple as that..."
"What's so complicated about staying here with me?" the words were out before Gypsy had time to stop them. Spiderfang looked away, rather embarrassed.
"It's just... when I became a warrior, I told them that I would use my life to defend the Clan. And..."
"You don't want to break that oath." Gypsy finished for the black tom. "Yeah, I get it. When you're used to living a Clan life, a loner life just seems, boring." the hint of amusement had left Gypsy's eyes and her voice was dull and emotionless. The black warrior opened his mouth to protest, but Gypsy meowed,
"Just meet me here tomorrow." and with those parting words, she took off to her nest, wanting to cry in anguish. Why? Why wouldn't he leave? He obviously liked her better than his 'Clan'! Why did he put the Clan first? When she arrived at her makeshift home, a voice brought her out of her frustrated thoughts,
"Hey Gypsy, you left this." it was Spiderfang's voice. The aroma of mice filled her nostrils, and Gypsy realized that she had indeed left the mice.
"Um.. what is a gypsy?" he asked. Gypsy smiled as she turned around and meowed,
"Let me take you back in time, back to when mother was just a kitten."
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