Pet's ID Tag:23
Name You'd Choose for It:Faya (fay-ah) for other roleplays
Gender:Female
Reason You Want It:Faya is just so stunning, her design so simple but unique at the same time. Her design is just so well laid out; the colors match very well and she's not overly complex or hard on the eyes. She was just one of those I started to pass by and stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't go any further than Faya, and if possible, I'd preferably not like to. As for changing her, I may add minor accessories, if even. Her design is perfect as it is, so none are really needed. Faya would be the perfect fit for a new charrie I've been looking for. I'm in need of a feline charrie, and Faya is perfect for the role.
History/Background/Other:Nickname(s)-Fay
Age- 34 moons for warriors, 18 (as if she were a person) in other roleplays
Personality-Faya is just a wonderfully kind and bubbly soul, always happy to just laugh and enjoy those around her. The she-cat is rather opinionated, but she doesn't often express so. She assumes it would just simply be better for her and the next person in line to save an argument for a better cause than over something that in the end probably won’t change either persons mind. She's rather preppy and always up for a good laugh; as fine just chilling with her friends and having a good time as stuck indoors just lying around. Faya doesn't ponder on what others think of her, because honestly she couldn't care less. She's very sweet and kind, witty and always has something to say if it's needed to be said. Although Fay may seem to be just a shy little girl, she isn't afraid to stand up for herself or someone else. When protecting a loved one, Faya can become a bit snappy and ugly, but it's all in no real intention of harm. Faya helps pretty much anyone who asks for it, and she doesn't care who you are or what you look like. She tries to shield her emotions to save attention drawn to her or simply to just not have to explain what may or may not be wrong. Faya would have you're back when you need her, give you advice, allow you to cry around her without the awkward silence, and do anything to cheer you up. She's not the best when it comes to flirting or anything like that, so she at times may be a tad awkward around the opposite gender if she has some sort of little crush on you.
Strengths-Friendly ;; She always has a warm, greeting smile on her face and is always eager to meet someone new
Kind ;; Fay puts other before herself the majority of the time and truly cares about those that mean a lot to her
Nice ;; Faya's always got your back and ready to help out
Street Smart ;; Faya knows how to act when and where, and knows there are times to be silly and energetic and others calm and focused
Determined ;; Once the she-cat puts her mind to something, there's no stopping her
Patient ;; Fay has no problem waiting her turn and has no problem taking the extra second to make sure something's perfect
Forgiving ;; Everyone makes mistakes, including Faya, which she keeps in mind no matter how frustrated or angry she may be
Open Minded ;; The girl is open to anything; an adventure, new idea.... you name it
Protective ;; You can mess with Faya all you want, but when it comes to the ones she really cares about you better be ready for one hella of a fight
Charming ;; The she-cat has her ways, being persuasive if necessary and so sweet and kind there’s no way one wouldn't give her this label
Weaknesses-Over Thinker ;; Faya is a perfectionist, and she at times looks way too far into things than she needs to
Shy ;; She can be quiet sometimes, and prefers to stay off everyone’s radar
Too Trusting ;; Faya believes too much in the good of others, and sometimes fails to see their faults and ends up taken advantage of
Too Forgiving ;; Faya is forgiving, but sometimes she lets others off too easy
Emotion Shielding ;; Fay tries to keep other blocked out of her head, and sometimes it would make it so much better if she just let out what she was feeling
Likes-Friends, family, laughing, running, hunting, talking, winter, spring, the sky, listening to thunder storms, kits, solitude (sometimes), learning, jokes, warm days, sleep, plants, food, meeting new people, night walks, walks, winning, grass, the smell of outdoors, soft beds, climbing, exploring, flowers, night, etc.
Dislikes-Cold weather, winter, when her fur clots together, fighting, arguing, followers, being noticed (sometimes), cruelty, rudeness, strong wind, being sick, headaches, stomach aches, clutter, losing things, losing, criticism, fears, early mornings, etc.
Fears- Death, harm, pain, drowning, fire, sickness, rejection, failure, snakes, abandonment, needles, people, and etc.
History- THE BEGINNING: Faya was brought into the world on a cold, fall-borderline-winter evening. Her mother was one of thousands house cats in the area, her father for all Faya would ever know was some random tom around the neighborhood. Faya was the only black kitten; her brother sage being brown, and sister star a tortoiseshell. Faya's mother tumble worried about Faya's mostly black pelt, for in the area she has been raised in an all-black cat signified bad luck. Tumble's sister midnight had been all black and disappeared one day never to be found, and Tumble had heard the rumors ever since they could walk. They all thought her sister was doomed from the start, bad event after bad event would happen to the female; and so it had been. Tumble did not want this for Faya, so she held on to the hope that Faya's small patch of white hairs would remain there; but of course they didn't.
1-9: No one ever spoke of it around Faya, but everyone, even her siblings knew what she was bound to; a life that would never be more than a painful memory to those around her. All of the cats she ever spent time around seemed distant, but Faya didn't question them; the question only existed in her own mind. Those were the ones she ever saw regularly, though. Other kittens she would meet when out exploring with her siblings; but the friendship never lasted long. Usually the kittens’ mothers would come along searching for them, and Faya never understood why what would always follow. The mother would double take once noticing Faya and her all black fur, give a small jump of surprise or even a cruel hiss and quickly hurry her kittens away. Faya never understood, but assumed it was only normal, no matter how much she questioned it; after all she knew no better. That is until Fay met Nyte. Nyte was a small black tom, much like Faya really. It was a warm sunny day and Fay had left behind her siblings for some time alone, lying in the grass and staring up at the sky. That was when the furry black head of Nyte suddenly appeared above Faya, making her hiss in surprise at the figure that hissed too in reply.
"Wh-o, wh-o are yo-u?" Faya asked; and everything has taken off from there. Nyte explained how he was abandoned at 5, and now roamed the area in which Faya wandered. Nyte told Fay his story, how his mother had been all black like himself and all alone in the world. She had no home, no family that lived near or anywhere that she remembered. Nyte and his mother had been hunting one day when wolves had caught their scent, and in haste Nyte's mother hid Nyte before the wolves reached him, but not before they nabbed her. Nyte had been alone since then, but no longer. Nyte and Faya grew close, both misunderstood and sharing something in common that neither of them were really sure of.
One day not long after that day, Faya and Nyte were playing at a nearby stream when the snap of a twig froze the two in place. A human with a large trap of some sort through something over the two of them, leaving them screeching and cry out for help that would never come. Hauling the two off, the human stuffed them in his large white truck and started off; Nyte and Fay in the back wondering hopelessly what was to come next...
10-12: The human's name was Bill, and Bill worked for a private organization that tested harsh chemicals and horrible other sorts of other things on animals in the name of "science." Faya had been stuffed in a cage, one of many lining the walls of a room that screamed horrible things just by the sight. There was a long, cold table with hundreds of gadgets and screens all around it, at the moment of her arrival empty and cleaned, but it wasn't always that way. Fay was placed across the room from Nyte, the two able to see each other and call out words, but unable to touch. It seemed like hundreds of other cats were lined up in their cages, the sight of some frightening Faya, giving her a feeling of queasiness in the pit of her stomach. Soon Faya learned the name of Bill as the men in white coats would welcome him in with new cats that would be stuffed into cages, the next morning to find out what would await them. Fay and Nyte had seen what horrible things they did here, though. They would restrain a cat every day, sometimes more, and begin their painful, deadly testing. Some were worse than others; some cats lived while hundreds died. The sound of the high screams and scraping of claws against the metal table always seemed to rind in Faya's ears, driving her insane until one day Nyte was picked out for some torturous task. Faya watched helplessly as the men in white coats dropped clear drops of what seemed to be water onto Nyte's fur. It wasn't water, though. Faya knew it from the moment the liquid touched Nyte, and the scarring scream that followed. His fur in that area melted away almost instantly, and gave way to view of the skin that slowly too started to melt away; deeper and deeper until bone was visible that too was eaten away. Drop after drop, scream after scream, Fay watched her friend waste away until his life was taken, and she left helpless and hopeless, waiting for her chance to join him.
12-13: Soon it was finally Faya's turn. She did not struggle, did not fuss, because at this point she did not care. She was doomed, and she had simply given up hope. The men tied Faya up, leaving her helpless despite the hopelessness she felt inside. She would not have run away, but they did not know that. They stuck on their goggles, and started the procedure. They pulled out a dropper, the clear liquid inside; looking the same as the liquid that had been dropped on Nyte. Closing her eyes, Faya prepared for the worst. Her fears were met by a burning so intense no matter how emotionless she felt the scream that escaped her was inevitable. She felt as though the liquid were being absorbed into her blood, and spreading to every part of her body, leaving her helpless as the burning consumed her. Before giving into the darkness, Faya caught a fuzzy glimpse of her tail, one of the areas the men had applied the liquid, and noticed her fur was still there. Her skin, too! Everything was there, only a wet spot where the liquid had absorbed into her fur and further down skin remained; but Fay was too weak and borderline unconscious to fully register the fact. Then, unconsciousness consumed her.
13-14: Fay awoke, the world around her unfamiliar. The light was bright, and the room smelled clean, unlike the musty, dark room she had lived in for so long. Men were standing around her, papers and pencils in their hands as some watched her expectantly, others uncaring. They all watched, and this continued far too long to hold everyone's interest. It was Bill, Bill who came to remove her. There was a window, just behind the crowd of men that was cracked open, open far enough for Faya to escape. Faya hissed, and leaped the other way as Bill attempted to grab her, only to miss and stumble over the white table she had been placed on. Faya looked back, only for a second, and then turned around too late. She was scooped up by a man in a white coat, and he held her up to his face. Faya let out a hiss, unsheathing her claws to scrape across the man's face. That's when Fay discovered her gift. The liquid had given her some sort of power, and here she was witnessing it as she was dropped to the ground. The man was aging, right before her eyes, so fast it looked like the life was simply being sucked right out of him. He became wrinkly, old, and his mouth opened into a wide, black hole in a scream before dropping before her. She watched through narrowed eyes as the spirit of the man was released from his body. He looked too back at her, beginning to say something before a hole, wide and black opened below him. A large, grotesque hand reached out and grabbed hold of the man, dragging him down and into the hole. The hole closed, and Faya looked up at the rest of the men who had gathered around his body, unaware of the mans' sprit that had been taken away or the hand that had taken him. It was something Faya could see that the men couldn't, she had known for a while. The men were too arrogant to look closer, to notice the spirits around them; all men were. Animals, such as Faya, could see them though. They knew they were there. Without hesitation, Faya took off for the window, making a narrow escape as a man attempted to grab her before she squeezed out the window.
14+: Faya took off into the woods, soon finding a lake to replenish her thirst. In her reflection, Faya could see the changes. Her fur had transformed. There were blurs that looked like some spirits she had seen, or what they looked like moving very fast. She also had white fur now too; on her paws, nose, and tail. Faya discovered other powers she possessed, like traveling through portals that would pop up in areas to other areas or reading other minds. Animals and cats she met now had no fear of her, though they found her sort of strange looking; they said nothing though. Faya quickly made friends, hiding her gifts from others in order to save herself more problems...
Roleplay Example-Sorry that it's not Faya... I would've made it her, but I'm running out of time and I have to get this form in! |3 Hope it's not too large of an issue.... This is just here to prove that I roleplay rather well (in my opinion) and I will have time to take care of her and keep her useful. |3
The sky was dark and cloudy, but the twinkling stars still shone above. They twinkled in their pattern of dots, stuck forever in the same place, never moving; at least for what Cedarstrike knew. The sound of waves whirled around the tom in a light breeze, as the cool water from the lake tickled at his paws. Looking down from the stars, Cedarstrike was surprised to find the appearance of the stars in the lake's water. The deputy searched over the black, wavy waters of the lake that sat in the middle of the four clans in bewilderment. Movement to his left caught the tom’s attention, and Cedarstrike turned to notice a small shadowy fleck moving in his direction from the Shadowclan border. Cedarstrike back up slowly out of the water until the soft, swishes grass met his under-paw. The Thunderclan deputy kept his eyes trained on the slowly enlarging figure moving toward him as he let his hind legs give way into a sitting position. The toms tail curled around his paws silently, gently palpated against whatever happened to be in its way; mostly the silent grass that lay beside, beneath, and all around him.
Squinting his eyes, Cedarstrike was now able to identify the figure as a lean, sleek cat that had a dark brown color to their fur. At the sight of that figure, that fur color, everything became all but too familiar. The tom's eyes widened in a mixture of feeling ranging from fear to sorrow, unable to place why of all times now he would be having this dream. Shock took over, freezing the deputy as he simply stared in remembrance of the dream he was having once again. The figure trudging on toward the tom Cedarstrike could name better than any other cat outside of Thunderclan, she was undoubtedly Thicketfang. Ever since the night moons and moons ago, Thicketfang had haunted Cedarstrike’s dreams and wandered his daydreams, and occasionally popped into his thoughts. They were frequent at first, nearly every night until she slowly began to fade from his heart. He was relieved to say the least, all he wanted was to erase her from his memory and continue as the loyal deputy he was at heart. But here she was, back to try and desperately tear him away from his clan.
It wasn’t long before Thicketfang has finally reached Cedarstrike, and sat a fox length away. She sat with her tail curled over hear paws, just as Cedarstrike, almost a mirror image of the tom, only smaller and with different fur coloring. With ears plastered to his head, Cedarstrike opened his mouth to speak, but as his paws wandered to the ground next to Thicketfang’s paws, Cedarstrike came up speechless. There, on each left and right side of the she-cat sat two approximately three moon old kits. Both appeared to be toms, one a solid, dark brown color as large as a six moon apprentice, and the other much smaller and an average brown tabby. ’How is this possible…?’ was the only thought running through Cedarstrike’s mind, how was it possible. As Cedarstrike closed his eyes in thought, he felt a change in the air, in the sounds he heard, and most of all, the chilled to the bone wetness that clung to his fur.
Cedarstrike’s eyes flew open wide while his claws dug into the soil that the grass was rooted to. Rain pelted down from the sky, drenching the deputy’s fur, making it heavy and with the cool air, chilling him to the bone. His fur plastered against his frame felt odd, and was probably the reason he hated rain most. Once the initial surprise of the dream began to ebb, Cedarstrike looked out over the stormy lake waters, his eyes dull as he absorbed the figment of imagination he had just dreamt. Surely it couldn’t mean anything? It was just a dream, and a dream was just a dream… Cedarstrike accepted the dream theory, although he highly doubted it secretly deeper in his mind. The tom heaved himself to his paws and groaned at the aching in his muscles. He wondered silently how long he had been asleep while watching blankly at the lake as water droplets fell from the sky and landed in the large mass of water, creating thousands of tiny rings. The tom shook his head in attempt to rid of some of the water that were soaked into his fur, but as many droplets that were released from his pelt were quickly replaced.
Cedarstrike padded out of the lakes view, finding himself wandering through the forest. There seemed to be a low sort of mist in the forest, almost as if the rain had picked up and was beating down harder, causing the droplets to splatter more frequently. The tom decided on a split decision to hunt since he had been out so long; deciding this for he assumed he better at least bring something back for the amount of time he had been absent. Cedarstrike crouched low to the earth, submerging himself under the brightly fall colored leaves of some nearby brush, hoping it concealed his darker appearance among the bright undergrowth. The sound of a nearby vole nibbling under a beach tree caught his attention, and in no more than a second Cedarstrike began to slowly inch his way toward the prey. He kept his paws silent, testing the earth before he put weight onto them in order to take the next step; also keeping his eyes aware as they stay trained on the rodent, watching every detail from the water dripping off its whiskers to the slow nibble its jaw made with every bite. The tom was only a tail length away when the snap of a twig broke through the air, sending the vole underground and into a safe spot away from his predator’s claws.
Cedarstrike was less concerned with the loss of a kill then he was with the thought of a possible intruder. He kept low, his ears erect, listening for the sound of the possible invader. Through the brush, he could see what appeared to be a ginger tabby she-cat, but with all of the rain he couldn’t identify the scent. Figuring he better be safe than sorry, Cedarstrike put all his weight onto his hind legs, preparing to leap. In an instant, Cedarstrike leaped with all of his strength, hurling over the low bushes and onto the cats back, bowling them over. The Thunderclan deputy instinctively used his brute force to flip the cat over onto their back, revealing their belly, in case the tom needed to use it to dull his claws on the occasion the she-cat tried to retaliate. Cedarstrike was about to question the she-cat when he recognized her as Amberpaw. The tom’s eyes widened in surprise, and he felt his pelt grow hot as he opened his mouth to speak, but at first stuttered. A-amber-p-paw? Feeling embarrassment wash over him like a protruding wave, the deputy swiftly released the apprentice and stepped aside. Clearing his throat, Cedarstrike paused before continuing, trying to calm himself before jumping into apologies. ”Sorry, I thought you were from another clan at first…” the tom vindicated, waiting anxiously for a reply or sign of forgiveness; which he was sure he would receive, but he couldn’t help but feel like a kit being scolded by his mother for trampling over a warriors tail.
Theme Song(s)- On My Own by Three Days Grace
We R Who We R by Ke$ha
Someday by Flipsyde
I understand that by adopting this creature I take full responsibility for it.
by Tammanae » Fri Nov 05, 2010 7:36 am 
I did read the rules but I seem to have missed that one. Sorry again!
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