Red_SoulClan

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Red of the great SoulClan Age 2 years Gender She-cat Rank Loner at the moment. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS Fiery Red and my eyes are deep Gold Scars None. Appearance Red is a tall, slim, lithe warrior with deep amber gold eyes. Her legs are long and thin, paws delicate at the ends, but armed with thorn-sharp ivory claws. Her whiskers are long and russet, and her pelt is a bright fiery red. She has deep russet fur along her back, and lighter amber/gold fur on her underbelly and lower legs. Her eyes are bright and mysterious, and her tall, thin form allows her to easily go unseen. Her light paws are great for treading quietly along the forest path, and she seems to blend in with the shadows, becoming one herself, though many cats are struck dumb by this- how can a cat with such a bright rusty color blend in with the darkness so well? Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M Silent AND Untrustful Personality She's got that gleam in her eye.... the one that makes you turn and walk away, quickly. In truth, she's a quiet, friendly young cat, but she sticks to herself and rarely talks to anyone. Not many are honored with the sound of her voice. She's obedient to orders, but at any chance she gets, she'll tweak them. She's always ready to do things her way, but where some cats see disloyalty, she sees survival. It's simply that; surviving. She knows what to do in any situation, and she's a fantastic hunter and fighter. She has a special skill, though, that allows her to be such an amazingly talented cat. It's due to this secret skill that she keeps herself isolated from anyone. If she were to become attatched, her entire life would go awry and she would have no idea what to do. At least, that's what she thinks... But she's a loyal friend and would have your back in a split second, if you managed to somehow become her friend. And even if she did gain a friend, she'd go into a dark depression and wouldn't handle it well... Preferences Isolation. Fighting. Hunting. Shadows. Sunlight. Fire. Water. Pretty much anything except for friends. Dislikes: Company. Friends. Secret Ambitions None. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: She's amazing at almost everything she does, but she's horrible at talking to anyone. She sucks at giving speeches in front of a Clan. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Reed AND Silver Family Mom- Silver - Dead Dad- Reed - Dead Brother- Fly - Dead Event that Lead to being a Warrior N/A History Born into a family of loners, Red was always loud and rambunctious. She's was amazingly horrible when her parents tried to teach her to hunt and fight. She could never get a pawstrike right- she always went off balance. She could never stalk quite silently enough- the prey all heard her long before she got there. He rparents had all but given up on her, and her brother, Fly, began to try to teach her in his own methodical ways. Under his quiet teaching, she began to learn her balance, how to stalk, how to do everything right. She was really catching on, and had gone out on a sole hunting trip, only to come back to find three rogues standing over her family's dead bodies. She went into a fury and killed one rogue immediately. The other two ran off. She buried her family at 7 moons old, and began to practice her training moves. She practiced every day until she was undefeatable. When she knew she was ready, she hunted down the last two rogues and killed them, taking her revenge. After that, she fell quiet, always practicing her battle moves and hunting moves, always ready to defend her claims....always ready.... She was haunted by dreams, though, after her family's death. They seemed like nightmares at first, but then she found them coming true. Eventually she began to get fleeting visions- She could see glimpses of the future. Sample RP You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me