Cécile - Loner - Finished

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Name: Cécile
Gender: She-cat
Age: thirty-two
Rank: Loner
Clan/Land: Other
Description:

- - Cécile has a small build, and from far away, you might think you could easily crush her. This is not true, though, because underneath her small frame lies the heart and soul of a fighter. Beneath her pelt lie the rippling muscles of a ThunderClan cat, but it has the graceful charm of a RiverClan cat. Her legs are long like a WindClan cat, which makes her a great runner; but she could never be as fast as one of them herself. She has no qualities of a ShadowClan cat physically, but mentally, she is as sneaky as them. Her head is almost a perfect circle, with the exception of the two triangles sitting atop of her skull. Her nose points out of her skull in a little bump, not exactly sticking out of her head dramatically, but still forming a bump like "normal" cats.

- - Covering her body entirely is the colour that won't really help you if you're trying to stalk prey, or an enemy, in the forest. Her pelt is an ivory grace. White. It would be the ideal colour to hide in in winter, though, when the snow starts dropping. Even with this in mind, it's not a a very reassuring feeling. Her entire pelt is ivory, nothing special, except for a small area on the back of her left leg. It is a very light gray, and it might not even exist. It's just something she found one day as she was cleaning her fur. Dust, dirt? Even if that is fake, a ring around her right fore paw is forever blackened.

- - Strong and lean, Cécile is the picture of an elegant ballerina dancing across the stage of where ever she has happened to fall. She is very agile, like the quickest of vipers, but not as fast as a true WindClan cat. Her long and lean legs provide her with the perfect running tool, even though at times she'll find herself tripping over her own four paws. Cécile is a runner at heart, and has become one of the quickest cats she knows, but she only knows few cats, so that assumption isn't clear. Her muscles are centered on running, and thus she is a lot stronger in the shoulders and hindquarter. They propel herself forward after anything, or maybe nothing.

- - Cécile's face has acute features to it as well. Perhaps the most irresistible thing about this she-cat is her emerald eyes, which sparkle brightly in any kind of light and fill with emotion at the single touch of the right words. Her green eyes are not very bright, though, with a black dot right smack in the middle, as every cat has. Her whiskers are very thin, as are all cats, and a silver color.

Picture: N.A
History // Past:

- - Cécile was born to two loving RiverClan parents, and she found herself sharing their love with four siblings. Back then she was known as Willowkit, and she was labeled as insane. Nobody except her sister, Losskit, understood her. The two she-kits acted like one and other, and they even looked a bit like each other. As soon as Willowkit learned to walk, though, she found herself running all around the RiverClan camp. Even then Snowpaw, a lively tom, could see the grace in her movement, or the sparkle in her eyes. When Willowkit was four moons, Snowpaw became Snowfeather. Being straight out of apprenticeship, nobody thought that is was odd when he started to play with her and her siblings. Right away the two became friends, and Losskit would have nothing to do with it.

- - Losskit tried telling Willowkit why Snowfeather was her friend at five moons; he just wanted kits. Of course, that was a complete lie. Willowkit would have nothing to do with that lie, and she simply found herself ignoring her sister with annoyance. By the time her siblings and herself were apprentices, Willowkit and Losskit didn't talk at all. Snowfeather ended up being Losskit's mentor, and Willowpaw's mentor was a sharp tonged she-cat, Snaketail.

- - Willowpaw came along in her training beautifully, but Losspaw had trouble. She tried to tell Willowpaw that Snowfeather was hurting her, pushing her too hard, but Willowpaw ignored her. She believed that Losspaw was being hurt, but not by her beloved Snowfeather. In truth, Losspaw had began self harm in an attempt to exile Snowfeather. Nobody believed her, though. Who would ever believe that the calm, gentle, kind Snowfeather would do such a thing? Snaketail was getting angry at her apprentice for letting her mind wander, and she soon began pushing her. Hard.

- - Now Snaketail being abusive to her apprentice? THAT, they believed. It hurt Losspaw that she was ignored while her sister was showered with attention, and that drew her to the extreme. One night she went up to Willowpaw, smiling devilishly. "Go look at momma. Go try and find papa, and our brothers," Losspaw had blood sparkling on her paws, and it terrified Willowpaw. She called Snowfeather, and they went to find her family. They went into the woods, and soon they came upon a pile of bodies. All dead; except for her brother, Thunderpaw. Willowpaw was traumatized to the point where she would no longer speak, except to Snowfeather.

- - Thunderpaw died shortly after being returned to camp, but nobody believed the two friends when they told them who had killed her family. They kept Willowpaw away from Losspaw, for her own sake. One moon later and Willowpaw snapped. She became depressed, but only showing happiness on the outside. She left the clan one day infront of everybody. Many cats tried to stop her, but she just smiled, showed her teeth, then left. Snowfeather went looking for her, but could never find her. He never lost hope, though, and is still in love with her. Willowpaw met a young tom, younger then herself, who was from England. His two-legs were visiting, but he knew every fighting move and hunting move. The two cats trained, and he eventually gave her the name of Cécile, but he often called her Cindy. Willowpaw gladly accepted Cécile, but not Cindy.

- - Over the moons, Cécile adopted the same English accent that her friend had, but when his twolegs took him back home, she fell into depression again. She would wander around the twoleg neibourhoods, looking for a quick meal. She eventually learned how to hunt in the city, but by that time she had started quoting poetry she'd hear from other cats, and she would start to think everything was a game. It made her happy, though, so none of the cats told her how much they didn't like her. Cécile found herself walking toward RiverClan one day, and she ended up bumping into Snowfeather. She was shaking with happiness, but he was still with anger...

"Snowfeather!"
"Save it, Will-"
"It's Cécile..."
"Whatever. You left us, you left... me," the white tom sighed softly, and turned back to camp. The beautiful loner felt tears in her eyes, but she still followed him.

- - Cécile came back every night, and the two eventually made up. Snowfeather was loyal to his clan, but he was loyal to his best friend, as well. Losspaw, not Lossear (XD) had been watching them. She never though Snowfeather would leave RiverClan for her, but she expecially didn't think that he would be her kits father. Cécile and Snowfeather were overjoyed, but of course, they kept their kits a secret. When Cécile had them, she had to give them to Snowfeather. RiverClan would be a better home for them. He took them into the clan, saddened that they would never know their mother. Cécile was, sad of course, but she was happy that they would get a real home to live in. Snowfeather always told her how they were doing, but it never stopped the ache that formed in her heart.

- - Flash forward. Cécile has been living in the city for a long time, and one day she got trapped in a fence. That's where she got her scar- it took her four days to get free. Now flash forward again two moons, her kits are now seven moons old. Snowfeather took them to meet her, and they all stared in awe. All except Cactuspaw. She looked at her mother with disgust, and threatened to tell the clan. Snowfeather was shocked, as was Cécile, but her other kits smiled and wanted to live with her. She had two sons and one daughter. Her sons were Alexandre, and Benoît. Snowfeather called their daughter Constance. They all left except for Cactuspaw.

Personality:

- - Cécile is a laid back cat, but she can end up worrying over nothing. Fighting, even though she may be good at it, means nothing to a runner like herself. This female would rather run then fight, as she loves to feel the gushes of wind flow through her fur. The less she fights the better to her, although she’s not a push over by far. She is willing to fight for herself, and her pride. Ah yes, Cécile loves to have a good time and relax. hunting is her main way of having fun, were as some cats might call her crazy. To her everything seems like a game, and if it doesn't she will be soon changing it into something she can have fun with. Even in the heat a battle she will view it as a game were it's life or death. You or them.

- - Cécile is a graceful feline, but she always adds that extra bounce to her step, as if she were dancing. Whenever she runs, walks, or even when she sits, she does it gracefully, putting thought into her every move. Her lips will part with such grace, as words flow – almost prancing – with amiable courtesy. The beauty that radiates from her body is put into her words. Each syllable is sung from that of a birds’ sweet trill, the high statue of literacy is her forte – as well as her greatest masterpiece. Her words are well thought, put together as if they were twined with silk. That is not all, though, because she will quote poetry in almost every phrase she speaks. Otherwise, she may not talk at all.

- - Cécile is a trustworthy cat. You could tell her a secret today, and seasons in the future, when the two cats are no longer friends, she will still refuse to break the trust that she feels she still has. Any cat could tell her a secret, big or small, and she would take it to her grave. Sometimes, though, she could care less about the secret being told to her, and she'll start to close her eyes and hum. It's not you, it's her.

- - Such a lovely little thing, yet so bent on killing herself to the point were she has tried many times. Life to Cécile is a waste of time, and seeing her past she believes that her life would be better suited to StarClan, although StarClan has not accepted to let this young and vibrate loner die yet. So many bad things have happened to her, but even with all these things that tell her that so many cats love her, Cécile just wants to be done with it all. To her life drags on and on way to long, and she just wants to be done. Everyone dies at some point, "Why try to win the game of life, when we all end up losing anyway..." She holds fast to that, and believes it to be true, why try and hold onto something you’re going to lose in the end, why even try to win?

- - Cécile is suicidal, yes, but she really is a happy little spirit underneath it all. She may feel as if the whole world is coming down on her at once, but she soon finds others that will help her, care for her, or just be her friend.

Role Playing Example:

Dappletail immediately brought a sort of smile to her face when she saw her leader, she'd been doing it for moons, now. She flinched when he spoke, it would be a while for her to accept that her best friend was dead. She straightened her posture and smile gratefully, but her green eyes betrayed her for the first time in her life. "I know," her voice cracked. She paused before starting over, "I know, Reedstar. It's just... I can't believe it, you know?" she sighed softly before turning to the fish she had caught, and then back to her leader. "What are you doing out here, if I may ask?" she questioned him, looking at her reflection in the water. She was pretty muddy, and it made her smile before bringing her paws to her face, and licking her fur clean.

The leaves rustled softly in the gentle morning breeze, dew dropped from grass and landed with a soft
'plop!' onto the earth. It sucked the water up.

Dappletail's smile faltered for a moment before becoming bright again. She licked her fur one last time before turning back to her leader; the seconds ticked by. "I can't believe he's gone," she sighed softly, so soft that if Reedstar heard it, he must have amazing hearing abilities. The young she-cat stretched. Something a bit rude to do in front of her leader while he was speaking to her, but he's lived with her long enough to know her habits.

It seemed just yesterday that the two cats met, Dappletail just a small kit, not that much younger then Reedstar. She smiled at the memory, her stretching her neck up to his before falling over and attacking his tail. He didn't seem annoyed by it, then. Out of nowhere, she asked, "Were you two close?" She had to know. Why?

Who knows.

(This sucks.)

Theme Song: n.a
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

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