Thievingstreak of ShadowClan
Nov 3, 2013 14:59:31 GMT -6
Post by Bandit on Nov 3, 2013 14:59:31 GMT -6
Located my old bios. Let me know if they're not up to par with the new system and I'll update them.
Name: Thievingstreak
Gender: Female
Age: 45 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Short Description: Black and white half-blind she-cat with sharp blue eyes
Appearance: This slender she-cat boasts a black pelt with a patch of solid white on her chest. The tuft upon her heart, though pure in color and washed frequently to preserve its brightness, has a certain sense of emptiness to it -- a gaping hole that emanates her cold nature. The she-cat's right eye is a gentle yet deceptive shade of sky-blue, while her left eye is tinted a milky white. A collection of faint scars line her left hind leg, made more apparent by a distinct lack of fur tracing the marred areas, evidence of a fox attack from many years past. The injury left Theivingstreak with a permanent limp, which seems to add several dozen moons to her young age. Her paws are slightly smaller than most cats her size, compounding her already apparent clumsiness. With an ebony tail that is quick to lashing in irritance, her backend might be better suited on an elder's body. Though her appearance is not as rough and ragged as it could be and is far from the unkemptness of a loner, her gaze is often piercing and unforgiving, despite her faulty eye. Regardless, it would not be wise to cross this temperamental she-cat's path.
Personality: Cunning and vain, Thievingstreak carries herself with an arrogant air and her tail held high. She has little patience for youngsters and no tolerance for nonsense. Despite the damage she suffered to her leg, as well as her half-blindness, this she-cat seems to take no notice of her physical setbacks, hobbling along with the confidence of a warrior at her prime. Her cynical humor is enough to keep most cats at a safe distance from her, but her claws are not nearly as sharp as her tongue, and she would prefer to trick her enemies into submission rather than pin them with her sheer strength (which, considering her disabilities, is notably lacking). While she is no stranger to white lies, Thievingstreak is not typically one to outright fib, preferring instead to conveniently leave out details, change the subject at hand, or stretch the truth just enough to distract the inquiring party. Generally an introverted outsider, the she-cat tries her best to avoid general conversation, but she secretly covets gossip, and will often laze about camp "cat watching" to pick up the latest details on who said what. Though Thievingstreak continuously finds herself challenging those she deems lesser than herself, she nevertheless remains loyal to her clan, and will offer help to those who need it -- if she's in the mood.
History: Born blind in one eye, this young she-cat struggled to reach her current rank after a mischievous apprenticeship under her mentor, Gingertail. Unable to see clearly with both eyes, she had difficulty judging distances when she was younger. The ebony female was often seen flailing about the camp, tripping over every root and even her own paws, she was clumsy to say the least, though by no fault of her own.
Her disability gave her fellow kits reason to antagonize her to an almost unbearable degree. Struggling to maintain a sense of sanity during her training, Thievingstreak turned to Gingertail for help, but her mentor's coldness rubbed off on her at an early age. Reasoning that she needed to toughen up and overcome her physical problems on her own, Gingertail did not protect her from her peers' scorn. Because of this, she quickly became an embittered, angry soul. Showing little respect to any feline in the camp, she was the last of her litter to be given her warrior name, for which she is still ashamed.
In time, Thievingstreak developed some [vague] level of patience, as well as tolerance against those who sought to torment her. She has learned much since her days as Thievingpaw, but her hostile and serious attitude remains. She has learned to restrain her tongue and her temper to some extent, channeling her frustrations instead toward her work as a warrior. Her passion for her duty is unwavering, and she will stop at nothing to enforce order within the Clan. Thievingstreak prefers brutal honesty from her fellow warriors above all else, though she rarely follows her own creed and will twist the truth in her favor when needed. Strict as the warrior is, she could be more kindly toward her clanmates. An empathetic feline may yet find the softness buried deep within her blackened soul.
Name: Thievingstreak
Gender: Female
Age: 45 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Short Description: Black and white half-blind she-cat with sharp blue eyes
Appearance: This slender she-cat boasts a black pelt with a patch of solid white on her chest. The tuft upon her heart, though pure in color and washed frequently to preserve its brightness, has a certain sense of emptiness to it -- a gaping hole that emanates her cold nature. The she-cat's right eye is a gentle yet deceptive shade of sky-blue, while her left eye is tinted a milky white. A collection of faint scars line her left hind leg, made more apparent by a distinct lack of fur tracing the marred areas, evidence of a fox attack from many years past. The injury left Theivingstreak with a permanent limp, which seems to add several dozen moons to her young age. Her paws are slightly smaller than most cats her size, compounding her already apparent clumsiness. With an ebony tail that is quick to lashing in irritance, her backend might be better suited on an elder's body. Though her appearance is not as rough and ragged as it could be and is far from the unkemptness of a loner, her gaze is often piercing and unforgiving, despite her faulty eye. Regardless, it would not be wise to cross this temperamental she-cat's path.
Personality: Cunning and vain, Thievingstreak carries herself with an arrogant air and her tail held high. She has little patience for youngsters and no tolerance for nonsense. Despite the damage she suffered to her leg, as well as her half-blindness, this she-cat seems to take no notice of her physical setbacks, hobbling along with the confidence of a warrior at her prime. Her cynical humor is enough to keep most cats at a safe distance from her, but her claws are not nearly as sharp as her tongue, and she would prefer to trick her enemies into submission rather than pin them with her sheer strength (which, considering her disabilities, is notably lacking). While she is no stranger to white lies, Thievingstreak is not typically one to outright fib, preferring instead to conveniently leave out details, change the subject at hand, or stretch the truth just enough to distract the inquiring party. Generally an introverted outsider, the she-cat tries her best to avoid general conversation, but she secretly covets gossip, and will often laze about camp "cat watching" to pick up the latest details on who said what. Though Thievingstreak continuously finds herself challenging those she deems lesser than herself, she nevertheless remains loyal to her clan, and will offer help to those who need it -- if she's in the mood.
History: Born blind in one eye, this young she-cat struggled to reach her current rank after a mischievous apprenticeship under her mentor, Gingertail. Unable to see clearly with both eyes, she had difficulty judging distances when she was younger. The ebony female was often seen flailing about the camp, tripping over every root and even her own paws, she was clumsy to say the least, though by no fault of her own.
Her disability gave her fellow kits reason to antagonize her to an almost unbearable degree. Struggling to maintain a sense of sanity during her training, Thievingstreak turned to Gingertail for help, but her mentor's coldness rubbed off on her at an early age. Reasoning that she needed to toughen up and overcome her physical problems on her own, Gingertail did not protect her from her peers' scorn. Because of this, she quickly became an embittered, angry soul. Showing little respect to any feline in the camp, she was the last of her litter to be given her warrior name, for which she is still ashamed.
In time, Thievingstreak developed some [vague] level of patience, as well as tolerance against those who sought to torment her. She has learned much since her days as Thievingpaw, but her hostile and serious attitude remains. She has learned to restrain her tongue and her temper to some extent, channeling her frustrations instead toward her work as a warrior. Her passion for her duty is unwavering, and she will stop at nothing to enforce order within the Clan. Thievingstreak prefers brutal honesty from her fellow warriors above all else, though she rarely follows her own creed and will twist the truth in her favor when needed. Strict as the warrior is, she could be more kindly toward her clanmates. An empathetic feline may yet find the softness buried deep within her blackened soul.
