Paige-A loner in the Forest

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Name: Paige
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 26
Rank: Rogue
Clan/Land: Other
Description:

Paige has had trouble fitting in since she could remember her first few moons, making ‘fitting in’ difficult. She can be trustworthy if she wants to, but one must work hard to gain her trust. Her sleek, black body figure makes her something to fear in the night. The words ‘revenge’ mean something to her, much more than it does to most warriors. Don’t even get this feline started on love! She refuses to ever allow a tom to do a thing to her. She likes the life of a solo rogue…well…so she thinks. Her eyes and her coat combined make on odd looking sight. A black she-cat with piercing, blue eyes. Not something you see every day..Hmm? Many scars protest against her swift movements, including a large scratch on her under-belly, showing her past war with a former clan leader, and a sprained paw, that has been sprained for a long time. She sometimes wonders if it’ll ever heal…

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History // Past:

Insert from her past:
It was a dark night, and Paige had one thing in mind. “I have to kill him.” She kept repeating hoarsely, nearing the badgers den. She knew she wouldn’t be able to win the battle with the badger...but maybe death is what she wanted those many moons ago. Her tiny body quivered as she neared the small hole, baring her teeth repulsively. “Show you self!” she yelled, her voice shrill and timid. There was deathly silence for a long moment. A flat, horrid hand slipped out of the den, and slammed across her face, leaving blood on her cheeks. Her eyes welled up as tears stung at her eyes. She backed up, trying to get a better grasp at her situation. But, that too was interrupted by another painful slap by the badger, only much, much more close. She hissed in bitter reaction, followed by a weak strike from her front left paw. The badger only seemed to get stronger..and before she could call for help, she lay there..on the ground. Her breathes became uneaven and hasty, trying to grab out for any air around her. The already dark night seemed to dim, and everything was once more deathly silent and dark. After a few hours, she regained consciousness, the light slowly dipped over the horizon.

Personality:

There's only a few words that can describe Paige. She's loyal, but only to those that are loyal to her aswell. Her willing attitude may make her seem to be a good warrior for any clan, but one would have to know her much more than just looks. She yearns for love and maybe, a clan, some day. Other than the clan issue, she usually has a good disposition and loves to have fun and hunt. The one thing you should NEVER bring up with Paige is the fact that she's a rogue. She hates the name. She'd rather be called a simple'cat', or even a 'warrior' or whatever her rank should be if she found herself in a clan.

Role Playing Example:

My coat rippled as I moved forward, every gut instinct screaming at me. Telling me to go back. Go home, and never come out again. I pinned my ears and yowled loudly, trying to get the attention of any warrior around me. I wanted revenge. ShadowClan was responsible for my family's death..and it was my time to avenge them. Now. Tonight. My teeth seemed to glisten in the moon lite forest. "Show your ugly faces!" I yelled, hiding in the shadows.

Theme Song: Riot by Three Days Grace
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

[FIRESTRIPE ❥]

The history needs to be a longer, it also needs to include her whole history, not just a snippet. Personality could use a bit more also.