[Eren Jäger]

Gender- She-cat, though if it is more convenient,l I'll change this to look slightly more guy-ish. x3
Name- Rubytalon
Rogue name- Swift (ANything you want can be changed, both names are just what I think suit her.)

I know a history isn't needed, but I feel like it. :P This isn't needed, you can make oyu r own history. This is just for fun for me. ALso, it goes by quickly, I don't really want to flesh it out.

A warning though, there is suggestion of bloody scenes, though there isn't much mention of it. Just a warning. :)

History- Rubykit. That was my name once, yes, I remember. I always wanted to be the best fighter, not warrior. I realize that never thought or said 'I want to be the best warrior ever!' like the other kits. I said fighter. I was born into Shadowclan, that clan of mangy-furred, mouse bile covered piles of fox dung. They cast me out because of my eyes, my semi-bright coloring. I was born to two nearly black cats. They thought I was a curse. Perhaps my mother was in love with another cat, and her fur went to all other kits but me. I was set up by everybody but my mentor, and the leader. They were the only ones that were genuinely shocked when I was found in a clearing, sleeping with the blood of the deputy on my paws and teeth.

The leader cast me out. I don't care to remember his name.

By then, of course, I was Rubytalon, one of the fiercest... warriors of Shadowclan. Now I was a rogue. I renamed myself Swift. The trial I was given, with all the 'witnesses'... It was fast, but hid me hard, hit me deep. So I trained myself to fight that way, killing kittypets that came too close to my part of the dump. I hit them hard. The wound was small, it didn't seem to hurt until it was too late, for it was deep. Soon a clan-like order of cats had me taken to their leader for killing two of their most trusted henchcats. Ooops? I was offered a position, take it or die... I was about to retort until I realised that this clan of sorts had gathered around me. They were larger in number than they seemed. I gave it a chance. I soon worked my way close to the top. Then I heard they were going to raid on Shadowclan territory. I grinned gleefully, and with my help, terror rained down upon Shadowclan, drenching them in misery as much as their own blood did.

The part I enjoyed most was seeing the terror of each of my victims. It was alright, though. I was merciful. I killed them quickly or told them to run, letting them go with hardly a scratch. I owed it to my clan for letting me find this new home of mine, after all.



Other- If you want her to be more realistic/without hair, it looks more like a mask, as shown in the top-left corner.

[A*Viola*Named*Steve]

Cool!that's how i draw my cats too so don't worry about the tuft-hair thing.