Post by Sakura on Feb 16, 2009 0:23:50 GMT -5
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[/blockquote]Spiral
Twenty Nine
Female
RogueAPPEARANCE!!Spiral is a flawless Australian mist. She’s a gorgeous desert tan with darker flecks etching across her back. Her legs are barbed as her tail is ringed. Her scars are cunningly concealed by her short fur.
Spiral has wide, innocent-looking eyes. They are a dancing, vibrant hazel shade that portrays her emotions like a closed book. They lead you on with hints, but never give the big picture.
Spiral’s frame is muscular and lithe. She has abundant amounts of speed and stamina, and can leap exceptionally high. This gives her the ability to be both a lethal fighter and huntress.
Spiral’s best ability in battle is to dodge. She was trained by her mentor to dodge constantly to save her life.
PERSONALITY!!Spiral is usually conservative; lingers away from other cats, especially clan cats. But inside, she is caring and fun. She is protective of those around her, but is careful to not let others get too close.
Spiral is a healer. A very skilled and gifted one at that. She as the knowledge of a verity of herbs, some not within the clans’ knowledge. Though she is as skilled as a medicine cat, she does not have a connection with SilverClan or any ancestors at that.
Spiral is swift enough to save a life in the heat of battle with whatever she can use. She often helps wounded cats that cross her path, but tends to vanish before they can thank her.
Though she can’t read forewarnings or signs from ancestors, Spiral has this sort of ability to sense one’s aura. Though it’s not a power like reading minds and lifting things, she can often sense another’s emotion. Though animals can naturally sense what they are feeling without even looking at them, hers is much stronger. Spiral can often sense the presence of another’s aura before she can even scent them.
HISTORY!!Spiral was born to a life that even clan cats would have troubles declining. She was born next to a warm fire with an older brother, Flint. The mother, Poppy, and the father, Brent loved their children dearly and always got along.
The owners themselves were kind and caring. There were three of them. A married couple in their mid-thirties and a teenage son who was sixteen. Spiral loved the son dearly. She would be around him constantly, curled on his lap, playing with him, comfort him when he was hurt.
The house Spiral was originated was wondrous. It was huge with a vast yard and exotic plants and creatures roaming. She loved to play hide-and-seek with her brother Flick as her parents bathed in the sunlight. It was indeed a perfect life. She could go outside whenever she wanted, always got attention, had neighborhood kitty-pet friends, Spiral couldn’t ask for more. She would trade nothing for it.
Spiral was eight moons, half the size of a full-grown cat. Her brother was larger and portraying his broad shoulders and well-formed muscles as he grew. One day she was in the backyard wrestling with Flint, when a daunting looking character wandered by. He said he was looking for someone and wondered if they knew him. They declined and backed away. The rogue kept insisting that they had to know this stranger, but they kept saying no. Furious, the rogue attacked.
The desperate pleas reached the parents, who reached the sixteen year old, Dylan. All Spiral ever remembers was the death of her brother, Dylan kicking the stranger far over the fence, and her frantically racing for her life.
Ten days out in the wilderness was no place for a young kitty-pet without any survival knowledge. Spiral was filthy and starving. Her ribs shone brilliantly through her thinned pelt. All she was able to catch was a couple of sparrows, one pathetic mouse, and scraps of a rabbit someone couldn’t finish. Spiral knew she had to either find her way back to her house or discover how to survive out here. But even if she could find some sane loner to help her, she would be saved. But she was chased out and attacked by several of strangers within the pass week and was just about to give up and wait for death. As she was seeking for a hidden deathbed, that’s when she found Jade.
Jade was a beautiful orange tabby she-cat. She was not in her younger years, but still quite a ways away from being an elder. She adopted Spiral and taught her much. She was actually from one of the clans. She was a NightClan medicine cat apprentice who ran away when she no longer wanted to be ordered around. She wanted the freedom of a loner and no pressures of the clan. She’s been living as a loner for several seasons and had often helped straying cats such as Spiral. But Spiral was specials. She was taking her in as an apprentice to teach her everything she knew.
Jade taught Spiral all the herbs the clans knew and more. She taught her techniques. Teaching her that if she was ever to fight, dodging was the most important for a medic so that they could live to help their comrades. The second most important thing was being swift and clever to know what herbs and know good substitutions and never fall under pressure.
Jade taught Spiral for seasons how to hunt, fight, and heal. But she was going to teach her one more trick. Jade taught her how to strengthen her sixth sense, reach out and touch another emotion: know what they’re feeling even if their wearing a mask to hide it all away. Through time, Spiral mastered it and turned into an automatic ability, an added gift.
It apparently had a name. It still existed. It still needed to die.
The rogue came back. His name was Raged. And he recognized Spiral and tried to kill her. Jade sacrificed herself to save her apprentice, but even after the dramatic battle, Raged still survived.
Spiral is now a rogue herself. Living a life as an avenger. She trains herself to become stronger and more powerful to kill Raged, and any cat who dares to threaten her.Affiliation with Spiral
Dylan | Ex-Owner
Poppy | Mother
Brent | Father
Flint | Brother | Deceased
Jade | Mentor | Deceased
Raged | Foe
