Greyfang

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Name: Greyfang
Gender: She-cat
Moons: 26 moons
Rank: Loner
Clan/Land: Thunderclan
Description:

A normal sized gray she-cat. Her coat is fluffed and matted in some spots. The shades of the gray mixes throughout the whole of the coat. She likes the way she looks, ecen if her coloring makes her look rather older.Changing from dark gray, almost black, to very light gray on her back. Her nose is a nice pink. Her teeth a whiteish color carrying a little bit of yellow on them. Her whiskers long, very menacing in a snarl. Her eyes, though, are quite the feature, and most catch it as her first trait on the first glance.

Her body posture rotates around her size and fur. The fur is thick naturally and puffs out, making the small cat look much larger than she really is. A nice and sturdy build make this she-cat stand proud and noble. She carries her head high and proudly even when she's only a loner. Her tongue is idle of self cleaning on fur and wounds. Which she tends to get often, wether it's from fights or from carelessness.

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History // Past:

Born a kit into a small Clan. Made up of a total of only six. Not many mouths to feed but not many trained warriors either. Any other Clan would have the sense to have a medicine cat over an extra warrior but not her Clan. The only cat who had knowledge of herbs was put into position as a warrior by the leader. Greyfang was raised well and was trained as a warrior under the medicine cat turned warrior.

Her Clan if I did not mention was located very close to Twoleg territory. Most of the rabbits were killed by dogs that were let off leash in the woods. Not to mention one of her siblings was killed by the canines. Her training, though, carried on as regular. She learned how to hunt and easilt fight off an opponent. The only skill she did not master was the art of kit care. Though a she-cat she had never been fond of kits. Most told her she would get the love of them with age, though it never came.

She was made a warrior once she training was complete. Her apprentice name still being unknown to this day. Even as a warrior her personality of calm and fiesty made her hated by some Clan members. Even if she was Clan born she could get on any cat's nerves. She learned to ignore common hisses and spits and go on with her duties as a warrior.

Of course her behavior and dislike of kits could only get her in trouble. Eventualy her hatred of noise on sunny, lazy days was the sriving force. A crying kit got a little too close. To be quite blunt, Greyfang killed it on the spot. the mother of all cats was the one to witness this. The Clan drove Greyfang out of the very Clan she was born into and grown and trained in. She was filled with regret and dismay. She left though, however reluctantly.

She traveled through many different territories of many different Clans. Never staying in one for too long before leaving and finding a new one. The time of solitude with little company made her colder. More vicous than previously. not being as hesitant to attack a stranger. She continues to wander. Carrying that burden past and with even the smallest desire to find a new home. However small it is, it is there.

Personality:

A more silent cat is she. Talks when called upon and asked to but otherwise silent. Her ragged exterior makes her look much more tough than she really is. She is a real calm cat to be quite frank. Fighter's spirit though, which doesn't mix with her calmness quite well. Leaving her constantly pacing, arguing amongst herself. Her calmness making her easy to get along with, yet her spirit making her fiesty at times. A balance can best describe her mind workings.

Her calmness making her the kind you would think to bare kits when she can. Though on her list of wishes, having kits is not on there. She is much more of a fighter she likes to believe. A warrior if that is what you wish to calls it. Knowledge of war and fighting skills have made her well at the tasks of fighting and battles.

Easy to get along with but hard to live with. That is how she is. Explains why she has been run out before. She can gets on even a medicine's cats nerves. At least, when she gets testy. Her spirit and she mind don't mix well, and she can start quite a fight.

Role Playing Example:

Gray paws hit the ground silently. The dry dirt under them being kicked up into a tiny dust cloud. Coating the fur with a small layer of dirt, they needed to be cleaned, the cut on the bottom of the paw would get worse if this was permitted to continues. The trees overhead rustled slightly in the wind. Shaking the leaves and making some of the golden leaves fall to the forest floor. Leaf bare was approaching swiftly.

Greyfang stopped in her light trot. Steady legs slowed to a walk. She moved silently over to a fallen tree. Her mind was racing with thoughts. What was she going to do during leaf bare? A loner was in harsh trouble. No other cats to curl up with in the bitter cold. She wrapped her tail around her body, letting it fall lightly on her front paws. She looked around a little nervously, if it showed at all.

She leaned over and picked up her cut paw. A scamble with a cat a half moon back and caused to to be cut up rather badly. Most of the wounds healed on their own accorse, but the cut on her paw was reopened constantly. Her constant moving was the most likely cause. Her tongue traced over it, removing the dirt it was caked in. She had her eyes closed. Praying to StarClan not be be found.

Theme Song: Stand In The Rain - Superchick
Code Word: Twisted Warriors
Biography Completion: Yes

[☮iSLY]

nice bio!

Accepted and moved!