Hushed Cries -The Story of Us- Open

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que no teme a lo que siente...

-Name-
Corazón Valiente
-Nickname-
Cœur
-Gender-
Female
-Age-
2
-Crush-
None as of now
-Mate-
No one has really impressed her
-Cubs-
None
-Personality-
This female appears kind and docile, pure sweetness, but may show the most complete coldness of expression. Her strong and resolute spirit, lets stand up and energized despite the exhaustion and difficulties. She does not allow anyone enter her private life. She embodies the story of the ugly duckling who became a swan. Was sophisticated and at the same time cold and calculating. She had a bad side and is capable of devising the most heartless and ruthless plan. Has a quick temper, is stubborn as a mule, free-spirited and has a certain intensity stronger than common.
-History-
Born into a lower class family, tireless fighter and able to get everything that is proposed, Cœur always stands out from the crowd. Mainly for herhard work, being exemplary big sister of the little Violet, and its responsible role as a nursing student. When a fire started at the only shelter she and her family had, her sister died. She ran away from her parents, hoping to forget about her sister who she loved dearly.
-Other-
None.

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su peor enemigo...

-Name-
Noche del Infierno
-Nickname-
Fuerza Negra or Demonio
-Gender-
Male
-Age-
4
-Crush-
None.
-Mate-
None.
-Cubs-
Lalo.
-Personality-
He is pretentious and very arrogant, has always done what has given him the win. Demonio is the "bad boy", the problematic, the rebel, the bully. His complicated family history generates a feeling of resentment against the perennial world. He never knew his father. Was raised by his grandmother.
-History-
It came three years before the beginning of our story from his native town of Michoacan, Mexico to his current location, fleeing the violences that invaded his quiet hometown. Although his relationship with Flor Salvaje, the mother of his son, and was not very well, saw in this life changing opportunity a chance to save his family. Until Flor suddenly changed to having a habit of leaving on Friday partying with your friends and show up on Sundays without a fifth in the pocket and with a crude monumental. She and Lalo fleed, and Demonio became truly what his name is.
-Other-
None.

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:.:Death of a Mockingbird:.:

Mockingbird
Female
4 years 11 months
Crush~None
Mate~None
Activity~Hunting

Mockingbird eased forward, weight moving slowly from haunches to forelegs and back as she stalked towards her prey, a struggling elk that was clueless to her presence. Round ears pushed forward in concentration as she took another delicate step, snow barely making a noise as she placed her padded paw lightly down on it. Her long, thick tail flicked back and forth in excitement. Hunting always got her adrenaline pumping. The elk struggled still in the snow letting out loud grunts of effort as it made an attempt to get back on top of the tricky white substance. It was no use though. The female slid forward, sheltering under trees as she passed them to keep hidden from the watchful eyes of any birds that were bound to be around. This slow paced stalking continued on for quite a while, elk still remaining clueless. Finally she was within pouncing distance. Her legs gathered under her and in the blink of an eye she bounded forward, sending up clouds of snow and making a bird call an alarm that came to late. She had the elk by the neck before it had time to react and now the large creature went limp. Mockingbird kept her pressure steady on the neck for a few more moments until she was sure the thing was dead and then dropped it, the head falling to rest on the snow covered ground. She cast a quick glance around, a back leg coming up and scratching at the bothersome tracking collar about her neck. Even if she had had it for months now she wasn't used to the feeling of it. When she was done she placed herself at the belly of the elk and began to eat.

.:.Marred Soul.:.

Marred, Soul
Male
3 years 4 months
Crush~None
Mate~None
Activity~Waking up

Something lay motionless in the depths of a rather small den tucked into the side of the mountains and covered by an overhang. Only the slow rise and fall of the big cats sides made everyone certain it was alive. Sun began to make it's way into his den and only then did the male begin to wake up. A wide yawn parted his powerful jaws, showing off his dangerous canines. After he was done yawning he rose to his paws and stretched himself, legs reaching out in front of him at first and then his hindlegs stretching out behind him. A twitch of his tail and Marred was padding from his den silently. He came out into the bright day and had to recoil his head back into the shadows in surprise at the brightness. He shook his head and let it slowly emerge from his den again, the rest of his body following. It wasn't long before he was sitting on the side of the mountain and peering about at his surroundings.

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Cœur paced calmly through the forest, as her queer
eye wandered from tree to tree. Only weeks had past
from the death of Violet, only days since Cœur's
dissapearence. Though the death still hurt, she
continued to roam, shaking it off quickly. She was
lost, no doubt about it. She passed the same tree
millions of times, not knowing where the exit was
nor where she came from. She could ask for help,
but that was the last thing she'd ever do. More
time passed, nothing had changed.

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Demonio awakened with a yawn and a stretch
on the forest floor. He looked around in alert,
nothing unusual for him. The sun burned his
eyes as he looked up passed the trees, he
turned away quickly. He stayed put for a
while, not willing to leave that area to
freeze to death. Atlast,he rose from where
he had lain and walked around.

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:.:Death of a Mockingbird:.:

Mockingbird
Female
4 years 11 months
Crush~None
Mate~None
Activity~Hiding by her kill

Mockingbird still ate, her stomach beginning to grow satisfyingly distended. When finally she finished eating she sat up, muscles squirming under her thick winter coat. She knew she needed to bury the kill, hide it away somewhere others wouldn't get it but she didn't have the motivation at the moment. Her ears drooped contently as she decided to just hold off, she could hide it later on after she was no longer filled up on so much food. So she sat there, eyes half closed as she paid little attention to her surroundings, well she paid little attention until a scent brought her to her paws. She twitched her whiskers, honing in on the scent that was nearly masked by the stronger scent of blood. "Another mountain lion." She hissed under her breath. The scent was quite close which is what bothered Mockingbird who had a kill to keep to herself. She wasn't sure whether to go towards the other cougar and attempt to steer them away or perhaps hide her kill now and then going to confront the other. She decided for the latter and padded over to the partially eaten elk, grabbing it by the neck and then dragging it towards a tree, leaving a scarlet trail of blood on the pure white snow. Mockingbird began the task of digging snow over the dead animal and dragging debris over it as well to keep it's scent hidden as well as it could be and to keep it hidden from view.

.:.Marred Soul.:.

Marred, Soul
Male
3 years 4 months
Crush~None
Mate~None
Activity~Getting a drink

Another yawn made the male's mouth gape open showing he was still waking up. It took him a bit to get the energy to get to his paws and start towards a river that lay in the forest. He was a ghost amongst the shadows, soundless and hardly seen by those not watching close enough. He reached the river in good time and crouched beside it, pawing at the layer of ice that had formed on top. It had gotten thicker since he'd last been here and looked like it would be hopeless to attempt to break the ice. He sighed before beginning to lick at the ice, rough tongue capturing any melted water on it and sometimes even catching shavingsfrom the ice. It was hard to get even a mouthful of the stuff though and it took him a while to even get half of the water he desired.