Only a Mirage

[thymemoon]

Name: Mirage
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 27 moons
Rank: Rogue
Clan/Land: Other
Description:

White cat with Blue eyes and bits of black, Gray and browns on her face. She is plumpish around her belly. She has long legs that help her move very fast. Her tail is very long, and hard for her to keep in the air. She has a scar on her nose and a split left ear. Her whiskers are shorter than normal. She has a black spot on her chest and on the tip of her tail. Her eyes show no emotion almost all the time and her walks with a heavy step her her when she is angry or upset. She has a very light step that is almost never heard when she is near. Her claws are very small yet really sharp because she is always trying to make them even sharper. Her tongue is strangely a purple-ish color instead of pink like normal cats.

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History // Past:

Mirage was born just as her son was, an only kit. Her mother was cold and distant, and it was this manner in which Mirage inherently adopted. Little words were spoken throughout her life between herself and her mother, yet despite this Mirage is surprisingly eloquent. When she was a year and a half old, a fateful run-in with a charismatic male named Fang would prove to change her life forever. Though she believed she knew her way around the vast Twolegplace, one wrong turn led her down a dark alley filled with a horde of rats. Vastly outnumbered and no where to run, Mirage was forced to fight for her life.

A voice from above rang out, and a mousy-colored tom stared at her from a balcony overlooking the dank alleyway. Dodging the rats and using an overturned garbage can as a platform, Mirage found her way face to face with the tom, who promptly introduced himself as Fang. Without so much as a thank you, Mirage began to weave her way back to familiar ground along rooftops, with an offended and outraged Fang quick on her heels. She ignored him for most of the journey, but when she found herself at a dead-end once more, she was forced to ask the annoying brute for help. To her surprise, Fang was generous and kind instead of being dejected and angry as she might have expected. He gladly led her back to the edge of Twolegplace, to where the hard concrete faded away to soft grass and wide skies unhindered by smog and lights. So awed was Fang that he too took up residence with the handful of lone cats that resided here, all living at peace with each other.

It was no surprise then when half a year later, Mirage found herself pregnant. Fang was elated; he reveled in the idea of being a father. Mirage was less than unhappy; she never wanted a mate and this was an unwanted surprise. She quickly devised a ploy to get out of having to be Fang's mate, telling him that the kits were not his but of another male. So distraught was he that Fang fled into the night, leaving Mirage alone with her thoughts. Regret soon took its toll and at sunrise she set out to find Fang and explain to him what happened. To her horror, she saw his mangled body lying on the edge of a Thunderpath. His jaws were stretched wide and his eyes, though dull and lifeless, still reflected a pain that ran much deeper than being struck by a monster.

Mirage, horrified, fled the Twolegplace altogether, wandering throughout the wide fields for several moons until hunger and the crippling leaf-bare overtook her. She was found by a ThunderClan patrol and was offered a temporary home in which to weather the harsh elements until she and her young would be strong enough to travel once more. Mirage was enraptured by their strange culture and listened intently to the Elders' stories of epic battles and brave Leaders, much in the way that a kit would. Though she herself would never be comfortable in such crowded quarters, she imagined that this life would be better for her offspring than the harsh life of a rogue. When her one and only kit was born, instead of giving her a sensible rogue name, Mirage named the tiny kit Venomkit, honoring the tradition of ThunderClan. A handsome young tom, whose mate had also just had a litter of kits, offered to raise Venomkit after Mirage announced that she would not be staying in ThunderClan. Mirage took up Thistledown's offer, and left shortly after Venomkit's fourth moon, once more taking to the life of a rogue.

Personality:

Mirage is just that: a mirage. Almost mystic and unreal, the she-cat is best suited for a life as a rogue, wandering the lands for eternity. Her mate once described her very accurately in a simple flabbergasted sentence: "You really live up to your name, don't you? The closer I seem to get, the less I understand you."

Although cold and uncaring, Mirage has a way of attracting males. Though she does nothing outright such as flirting or cavorting herself about, something about her seems to draw the male population's eye, sometimes whether they already have a mate or not. Perhaps it is the haunting, ethereal aura that surrounds her, the way she behaves making her something of a phantom, always just out of reach. It might even be the look about her as she meets eyes with someone, as though her thoughts are just beyond reading, and therefore invoking the natural curiosity that cats posses. Whatever it is, Mirage is rarely short on male attention.

The she-cat is quiet and distant, toward both kin and strangers alike. She possesses a quick wit and a tongue as sharp as her claws, and if angered doesn't hesitate to dole out a quick lashing with both. She was raised as a rogue, and has never felt comfortable around other cats, even her own kin. Despite this fact, something keeps drawing her closer to the Clans' territory, immediately prompting suspicion. Perhaps it is the nagging regret of having to leave her only kit behind in ThunderClan that has finally caught up to the stoic female.

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Code Word: Twisted Warriors
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