Post by Deleted on May 26, 2014 23:32:09 GMT -5
Name: Fang
Name Reasoning: prefix- fights mostly with her fangs, having a powerful jaw
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 20 moons.
Position: warrior
Clan: Blood
Capability Stats:
Speed: 5/5
Stamina: 2/5
Physical Strength: 4/5
Mental Strength: 3/5
Strengths: Fang is a very quick, stealthy killer. Her best strength lies in her jaw strength, being able to suffocate large prey quickly. She is fairly smart, her common sense usually better than other cats. Fang is hateful towards others except those she knows she can trust. She can pick out a liar easily, since she has mastered the art.
Weaknesses: This she cat has the worst attention span, she's easily distracted because not much amuses her very long. Her stamina is low, mostly because of mental block. Although she is very harsh, one of her weaknesses is kits. She loves kits and would put her own life in danger for one. Her only fear is water because she almost drowned when she was young.
Type # (Clan: type one bloodclan. long fangs and prefers blood diet. Her legs and body are short.
Picture:
Description: Fang is a light brown tabby. Her eyes are a golden green, slightly large. She has short legs and a short body. Her fur is sleek and only one inch long. Fang has long fangs and a thick, muscled jaw. She has a oval scar on the side of her right heel where her fur never grew back.
Personality: Fang has a harsh, unforgiving attitude. She will lie if she knows she can get away with it. Despite her cruel behavior, Fang is loyal to those she knows she can trust and will fight to the death for her friends. She can't help but to love kits and want to protect them. If you are someone other than her friend or a kit, you better watch your step because Fang has a short temper and doesn't tolerate enemies for long, even if they're mutual.
Specific Moral Values: Don't tread on me.
History: Fang was born to a rogue barn cat by the name of Bella. Her mother never named her and cared little for the kit. Her mother spent most of Fang's kithood roaming about, looking for her suitor who had left her when she became pregnant, only coming back to the kit to feed her and make sure she was still alive. At 8 moons, Fang learned from trial and error herself how to catch prey and became independent. Although she didn't dare to stray far from her barn home, Fang longed to get away from the distasteful presence of her loafing mother. One day, out on her own in the woods while she was busy hunting, a small stray dog found the young she-cat and decided it wanted her for lunch. Fang distinctly ran, climbing a nearby tree for safety. The mad dog caught her right hind leg as she was mid-way up the tree trunk and bit down on her flesh hard, ripping off the layer of flesh. Yowling in pain, Fang doubled back, enraged, and gave the dog some of its' own medicine, clamping her long fangs down into its' throat. The dog shrieked, pawing at the she-cat to get her off. Fang kept her grip, suffocating the animal. Finally, the canine was silent. Fang inspected her wound, not realizing in her adrenaline rush that she had lost quite a bit of blood. She looked around, also realizing she'd gotten lost in the frenzy. Hopping her way towards what she thought was home, Fang left a trail of blood spots behind her. She eventually ended up in Bloodclan territory and collapsed, too tired to continue any further. A patrol had found her soon after and brought her back to camp. When she woke up, she was in the medicine cat's den, a group of eyes upon her. With her leg wrapped in cobwebs and stinking of something she didn't recognize, the she-cat questioned the cats with a snappy attitude. After learning the ways of the clan and warming up to the other cats, Fang asked to stay as a permanent member. Her wound healed nicely but never grew back any fur, not bothering her. She silently believed it made her look cooler. The leader of Bloodclan suggested her warrior name, Fang, based off her story of the attacking dog and her fighting skills she showed in the clan. Today she is a proud member of Bloodclan.
