Post by {sweetly bro.ken} Hollyleaf on Sept 15, 2007 22:47:09 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Carsiforra
Gender: She-cat
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Fighter for the Path
Clan: Cat of the Roaring Path
Personality: Carsiforra has always hated the ceremonies. It hurts her to see Healer commit cold-blooded murder. She is very compassionate and tends to not want to have ceremonies if at all possible. Whenever a sacrifice is made, she will try and make the sacrifice's last day as happy as she possibly can, and sometimes even sneaks them some poppy seed when they are about to be killed. She would love it if there were no ceremonies, but she knows that killing cats is the only way to keep her alive- although she has begun to question that. She often wishes that the other cats would realize that even their enemies about to die had feelings. She is certain that her kindness will be repaid in some form someday.
Appearance: She is a beautiful ginger she-cat with amber eyes that match her fur. There is a white patch on her nose, and another running down her stomach. One long, darker stripe runs from her head all down her back to the end of her tail. Her face and paws are a little darker than the rest of her. A nasty scar marks her right flank.
History: Ginger She-Kit with Amber Eyes was born into the Cats of the Roaring Path. Right away, she began to be remarkably friendly and accepting of the other kits, even the litter of three kits with the birth defects. When the crippled tom from that litter was about to be sacrificed, Ginger She-Kit with Amber Eyes tried everything she could figure out to help him. Nevertheless, he was killed and she made Trainette Six. That day, she promised him that she would from that day on view the sacrifices as real cats, and do all she could to help them. She learned much of what the Fighters for the Path were supposed to do and learned it well. Every cat felt that Trainette Six was the best of all the Fighters-in-Training at hunting, fighting, and gathering herbs, and many expressed surprise that she wasn't as good at learning to capture sacrifices for ceremonies. The truth was, she knew she would feel terrible if she caught one, and was wracked with guilt all through the night before her Fighter ceremony. She loved being named Carsiforra, but still felt sad about the death of their sacrifice- a sweet kittypet named Fredrica- for several sunrises afterwards, a fact which many cats noticed and were surprised by. Since then, she has found herself in a position to sneak some help to a sacrifice several times, providing many things- food and water to make their last day less torturous, poppy seeds to ease their death, or even just being there and trying to let them know that some cat wanted to help them. Unfortunately, one cat didn't appreciate her help and clawed her, leaving a nasty injury that still scars her right side. She still has not given up her love for the other cats. Recently, she had kits, but her mate died and she was never allowed to let her kits know she was their mother, simply because of the way the Cats of the Roaring Path do things. She has regretted that they don't know, because she loves them and they barely know who she is.
Example of Roleplay: None
Other: Here's a picture of her:
Gender: She-cat
Age: 42 moons
Rank: Fighter for the Path
Clan: Cat of the Roaring Path
Personality: Carsiforra has always hated the ceremonies. It hurts her to see Healer commit cold-blooded murder. She is very compassionate and tends to not want to have ceremonies if at all possible. Whenever a sacrifice is made, she will try and make the sacrifice's last day as happy as she possibly can, and sometimes even sneaks them some poppy seed when they are about to be killed. She would love it if there were no ceremonies, but she knows that killing cats is the only way to keep her alive- although she has begun to question that. She often wishes that the other cats would realize that even their enemies about to die had feelings. She is certain that her kindness will be repaid in some form someday.
Appearance: She is a beautiful ginger she-cat with amber eyes that match her fur. There is a white patch on her nose, and another running down her stomach. One long, darker stripe runs from her head all down her back to the end of her tail. Her face and paws are a little darker than the rest of her. A nasty scar marks her right flank.
History: Ginger She-Kit with Amber Eyes was born into the Cats of the Roaring Path. Right away, she began to be remarkably friendly and accepting of the other kits, even the litter of three kits with the birth defects. When the crippled tom from that litter was about to be sacrificed, Ginger She-Kit with Amber Eyes tried everything she could figure out to help him. Nevertheless, he was killed and she made Trainette Six. That day, she promised him that she would from that day on view the sacrifices as real cats, and do all she could to help them. She learned much of what the Fighters for the Path were supposed to do and learned it well. Every cat felt that Trainette Six was the best of all the Fighters-in-Training at hunting, fighting, and gathering herbs, and many expressed surprise that she wasn't as good at learning to capture sacrifices for ceremonies. The truth was, she knew she would feel terrible if she caught one, and was wracked with guilt all through the night before her Fighter ceremony. She loved being named Carsiforra, but still felt sad about the death of their sacrifice- a sweet kittypet named Fredrica- for several sunrises afterwards, a fact which many cats noticed and were surprised by. Since then, she has found herself in a position to sneak some help to a sacrifice several times, providing many things- food and water to make their last day less torturous, poppy seeds to ease their death, or even just being there and trying to let them know that some cat wanted to help them. Unfortunately, one cat didn't appreciate her help and clawed her, leaving a nasty injury that still scars her right side. She still has not given up her love for the other cats. Recently, she had kits, but her mate died and she was never allowed to let her kits know she was their mother, simply because of the way the Cats of the Roaring Path do things. She has regretted that they don't know, because she loves them and they barely know who she is.
Example of Roleplay: None
Other: Here's a picture of her:
