Post by Leah on Dec 12, 2012 23:52:31 GMT -5
Jasmine
24 Moons
Molly
Outsider
Loner
Appearance
Jasmine has a fluffy, pure jet-black pelt. Her bright emerald eyes are a striking feauture on her dark fur. She is small and lean, and her dark brown nose can barely be seen on her face. She has small ears and an average-sized tail, her legs and paws the right size for her body. Her whiskers are deep silver in color.
Personality
Jasmine is a cold, harsh, judgemental, and overall hostile cat. She believes kittypets are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She is all for a free, independent and secretive life. She is calculating, selfish and intolerant. Jasmine mostly acts neutral and tough but also honest, energetic and colorful. Clan cats who have met her say her unpredictable, dynamic nature would make her the perfect -storm cat. She is anti-social but has become moody and emotional due to her pregnancy.
Skills
Jasmine is a fierce fighter and no need for all that nonsense Clan cats need like tracking and swimming. She is a decent hunter and is very clever and stealthy. She's quick yet lacks agility and sturdiness. She doesn't travel much but has excellent senses. Her pelt blends in best with the night, when she is active and at her strongest.
History
As a kit, Jasmine was actually a kittypet separated from her mother. She was never adopted and, on her way to a new adoption center, there was an accident. She was unharmed and managed to escape. She spent her life hating kittypets, and then Clan cats when she was attacked by them in the forest. She discovered what she could about them and believed they were too strict and weak. She decided to live on her own, believing that to be free-spirited was the best life for a cat. She met a tom cat named Fall who didn't treat her like filth like every other cat did, and even named her Jasmine for the night-blooming flower. She fell in love with him and they spent many moons together. In the harsh Winter, she discovered she was pregnant, and he left to get her food. He disappeared, and she became afraid that he was lost or killed in the blizzard.
She made friends with a cat named Lace, who helped her catch prey and took care of her. Even after the Winter, the kits have not come, and she doesn't know when they will. Even worse, Lace has disappeared, and she has lost another friend. She has become depressed, and has made her way to the Clan territories in hope of finding easy prey.
Roleplay
Jasmine hissed at the pain in her stomach; the kits were still there, and growing. She could give birth any day now for all she knows, and of course nobody's there to help her. But she's always said that Housecats are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She can do this by herself if she has to, she's had to hunt for herself despite who-knows-how-many runty fluffballs are taking over what seems like her entire body. "This is stupid. I hate this, I wish I'd just-" but she realized what she was saying, and became less tense in only moments. "Oh, I mean..." how could she have wanted those kits any earlier? Either they'd be born in the snow or they'd grow up in the snow. She didn't want her kits to experience such a harsh season for a long time. "I hate this," she repeated, but meant something else. "I want to see my kittens already." part of her didn't, and would rather this had never happened in the first place. she doesn't want the burden of raising them and possibly watching them die, especially completely on her own. She was a loner, after all, or at least what she's heard the Clan cats harshly call her. In anger, she spat, "Oh, just come already!"
24 Moons
Molly
Outsider
Loner
Appearance
Jasmine has a fluffy, pure jet-black pelt. Her bright emerald eyes are a striking feauture on her dark fur. She is small and lean, and her dark brown nose can barely be seen on her face. She has small ears and an average-sized tail, her legs and paws the right size for her body. Her whiskers are deep silver in color.
Personality
Jasmine is a cold, harsh, judgemental, and overall hostile cat. She believes kittypets are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She is all for a free, independent and secretive life. She is calculating, selfish and intolerant. Jasmine mostly acts neutral and tough but also honest, energetic and colorful. Clan cats who have met her say her unpredictable, dynamic nature would make her the perfect -storm cat. She is anti-social but has become moody and emotional due to her pregnancy.
Skills
Jasmine is a fierce fighter and no need for all that nonsense Clan cats need like tracking and swimming. She is a decent hunter and is very clever and stealthy. She's quick yet lacks agility and sturdiness. She doesn't travel much but has excellent senses. Her pelt blends in best with the night, when she is active and at her strongest.
History
As a kit, Jasmine was actually a kittypet separated from her mother. She was never adopted and, on her way to a new adoption center, there was an accident. She was unharmed and managed to escape. She spent her life hating kittypets, and then Clan cats when she was attacked by them in the forest. She discovered what she could about them and believed they were too strict and weak. She decided to live on her own, believing that to be free-spirited was the best life for a cat. She met a tom cat named Fall who didn't treat her like filth like every other cat did, and even named her Jasmine for the night-blooming flower. She fell in love with him and they spent many moons together. In the harsh Winter, she discovered she was pregnant, and he left to get her food. He disappeared, and she became afraid that he was lost or killed in the blizzard.
She made friends with a cat named Lace, who helped her catch prey and took care of her. Even after the Winter, the kits have not come, and she doesn't know when they will. Even worse, Lace has disappeared, and she has lost another friend. She has become depressed, and has made her way to the Clan territories in hope of finding easy prey.
Roleplay
Jasmine hissed at the pain in her stomach; the kits were still there, and growing. She could give birth any day now for all she knows, and of course nobody's there to help her. But she's always said that Housecats are too cowardly and Clan cats are too restricted. She can do this by herself if she has to, she's had to hunt for herself despite who-knows-how-many runty fluffballs are taking over what seems like her entire body. "This is stupid. I hate this, I wish I'd just-" but she realized what she was saying, and became less tense in only moments. "Oh, I mean..." how could she have wanted those kits any earlier? Either they'd be born in the snow or they'd grow up in the snow. She didn't want her kits to experience such a harsh season for a long time. "I hate this," she repeated, but meant something else. "I want to see my kittens already." part of her didn't, and would rather this had never happened in the first place. she doesn't want the burden of raising them and possibly watching them die, especially completely on her own. She was a loner, after all, or at least what she's heard the Clan cats harshly call her. In anger, she spat, "Oh, just come already!"
Check 1: [x] Mistystar
Check 2: [x] Cobalt
