Post by Longjump on Apr 7, 2016 17:35:51 GMT -6
BATTLEFemale
44 moons
guard
alliance
ace
chaotic neutral
stR 015
sPD 030
AGY 025
RFX 05
END 030
VIT 010
RES 025
WIP 005
INT 010
WIS 025
PER 020
total stats
200
total pen
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ONTHE OUTSIDE
BATTLE► BRIEF,
A bicolor molly with green eyes
► APPEARANCE,
At first glance, the most notable quality of this molly is her bicolor tabby pelt, and large, vibrant green eyes. Her base coat is white- white paws. a white belly and chest, and white stretching up her flank. Patches of brown blot out her otherwise light-colored pelt, and this brown is criss-crossed with black stripes. If you look closely, you'll also notice that her tabby fur is ticked, each individual fur darker at the tip and middle. This gives her quite the unique look up close.
Once you start to evaluate this cat's structure, it might be hard, at first, to see how she's gained her reputation as a dangerous troublemaker. She carries a lithe and narrow body atop long, thin legs. balanced with a long tail. An elegant neck sits near the top of her shoulders and atop it is an angular face. She looks like more of a hunter then a fighter- until you start to get into the details of her build. Her legs, hips and shoulders are tied with sinewy muscle that ripples under her slick pelt, and when on the move it's easy to see this cat moves with natural grace and speed- speed that could fluster even the largest of cats. Her paws are large, despite an otherwise dainty figure, and carry claws that are wickedly hooked. Despite being light weight, she's actually quite massive frame-wise- standing taller then most warriors at the point of her shoulder, and being longer from most end to end.
Scars mark her body, many from battle and accident. A jagged scar crosses over the bridge of her nose, and a nasty mark under her left eye is a constant reminder of a set of claws that nearly took her eye. Her left shoulder is a mess of bites and claw marks, as if a cat hand once clung on and dug in- and her hips are scarred with tiny, pink marks. Both ears have several nicks and chunks taken out of them and several of the smaller teeth near the front of her jaw are missing.
ONTHE INSIDE
HOP
► TRAITS,
Arrogant | Mean | Violent
Loyal | Obedient | Affectionate
► PERSONALITY,
'Loose Canon' might be the first word to come to mind when describing Battle, along with 'Aloof', 'Callouse', and just downright 'mean'. Clingy, overprotective, and hotheaded all fit as well- don't let that fool you, this sharp-tongued she-cat has a few good traits going for her, too.
But, let's start from the beginning. Battle is easily described as callous. She's blunt, to the point, and never sugarcoats. She seems to be almost detached from her sense of empathy at times, and this is blatantly obvious whenever she has to break bad news to any cat. Of course, this can also be seen as good, if you're a very optimistic sort of person- Battle is painfully honest. All the time. Always.
Battle is erratic and impulsive. She acts before she thinks and then thinks to justify it. Her moral compass is skewed, to the point of her genuinely believing much of what she does is good or acceptable. When she does do something bad, she suffers very little guilt.
Aggressive and dominant, her sense of ego demands she be in control of every situation and cat she comes across. It doesn't matter who they are or why they're there- if they won't submit to her, show respect, or manipulate her mindset, they'll be taught a lesson. Cats who can best Battle in a fight are extremely intimidating to her, and she often feels humiliated or insecure of herself when she cannot dominate a situation.
Battle has decent common sense, though her impulsiveness usually leads to her head not being used. In reality, if she actually stops and /thinks/, and can avoid being angered into lashing out, she has a clever mind. She's also loyal, though it takes a while to earn that level of respect and affection. One she considers you a friend, there's nothing Battle wouldn't do.
Though this only applies to the cats she respects and loves, Battle is extremely obedient. She's a cat you can truly and fully trust to get the job done..
Arrogant and with reason, Battle seems to flaunt her skill any time she's questioned. She seems to view herself as the most adept fighter the land has ever seen besides the Ruler, and will be more then willing to fight you to prove it. Her pride seems to be one of her biggest faults, and unfortunately her hot-headed ego bruises extremely easily- and when her ego is bruised, this spirited molly gets violent.
Vain, she's a sucker for flattery. Flattery can get you almost anywhere, in fact. The right manipulator could almost have her swapping ranks if they worked long and hard enough. Almost.
Once you're her friend, she will glue herself to your hip. She's clingy and there's absolutely no parting yourself from her. She's also extremely protective, defensive, and caring towards the cats she loves. They hardly have a chance to fight their own battles, physical or emotional, and needless to say Battle would thoughtlessly lay down her life to save the life of a friend. She does not believe in an afterlife, and does not fear death.
Beneath everything, Battle does long for affection. She doesn't like small talk, but she does like physical touch and simply curling up with another cat to share tongues. Her prissy and anti-social attitude is sure to leave the she-cat lonely most nights, but when she does find friends or new family, simply silently sitting together is the kindest, most loving thing someone can do for her, aside from complimenting her or delivering her food.
Battle has extremely strong maternal instincts. It's not so much an actual love for kits, but rather a twisting pain in her gut and heart whenever she hears one cry. A sudden feeling of pain and emotional distress- The urge to protect and care is extremely powerful and the she-cat has complained of it more then once. She gives any mothers a wide girth whenever new kittens are about, and even seems to avoid young cats. This is made worse by her history of relationship issues and difficulty conceiving kits- something she was looking forward to at one point in her life. It's easy to say that a young cat is probably her biggest weakness, besides flattery.
THEFAMILY
MOTHER // Brittle, a dark brown tabby Crow deceased
FATHER // Unkown
LITTERMATE // none
PREVIOUS MATE// Strike, a black tom deceased
AHISTORY
Battle was born as Hop, a tiny, single kitten to a Fierce-cat mother. Her father was unknown, likely some higher-ranked tom who'd manipulated himself into the heart of her mother... and probably more then a few other she-cats.
Born in newleaf, it was still chilly, but with her mother and another kit-mother's constant attention, Hop was never cold or lonely. She got all the food she could gorge herself on, and it showed plainly. She was a chubby, mean little kitten, who threw her weight around even at a young age. Perhaps it was simply a trait passed down by her parents, or a natural viciousness that the Alliance ranks have bred for. Regardless, she was a nasty lil ankle biter.
The day Hop reached her eight month and deemed herself Battle was a wakeup call indeed. The first lower-cat who saw her immediately screeched a challenge, and Battle was knocked down a rank. She found herself eating last in the group and going hungry for more then a couple moons.
At 15 moons old Battle began to fight back. Cats of her own rank that beat her to the food would get slapped, clawed, bitten- and slowly respect for the young cat began to grow. At 20, she'd made herself one of the worst lower-cats to mess with, and she liked it. She liked the feeling, the way others shied away from her. She still got roughed up by the higher ranking members, but she wasn't DIRT anymore.
Indeed, this young cat had grown up to be a massive and fierce competitor. Then came the day that another litter of fierce-cat kits were born. Battle immediately challenged one, and the inexperienced little cat didn't stand a chance. Perhaps Battle went overboard- but after it finally escaped to lick it's wounds, she felt a tiny shred of guilt.
She was challenged twice that day by other lower cats competing for her spot, but Battle held her ground. By the end she was exhausted, but her enemies were considerably worse off. She slunk off to rest.
One of the other fierce-cats made his advances shortly after she joined the rank. He was the most charming thing on four paws- or at least, Battle thought so. Strike was his name and heartthrob was his game. Player, too.
25 and Battle is clearly infatuated, but by 30 she's failed to conceive a litter. It was no secret the cat had a spot in her heart for kits, but it didn't seem the world wanted that to happen. Bitter, angry, and blaming him, Battle grew more distant towards her friend/mate.
Strike rises to Guard rank, and Battle accompanies him and a group of fiercecats to attack ThunderClan. After the battle, he's injured and exhausted, and though Battle was too, she took the opportunity to challenge him then and there. In ThunderClan camp, surrounded by dead and injured cats, Battle rose up to guard. Strike is so brutally mauled in the challenge that he passes away only hours later.
Since then, Battle has held her rank with pride and a viciousness that should deter any cat from challenging her. Her challengers often escape with only shreds of skin left, the fierce cat making sure they regret their foolish decision. Now in a life of luxury save for the constant fights, she has no need to rise up in rank, and dedicates herself to protecting the Ruler whom she knows will keep her as a Guard as long as possible.
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OOC USERNAME // Longjump
TIME ZONE // central time
OTHER CHARACTERS // tawnyberry
SHOP ITEMS // free small injury
