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Name: Iceflare
Gender: She-cat
Age: 33 moons (2 year and 9 months)
Rank: For now, she is a warrior.
Appearance:
Personality: Determined and ambitious, Iceflare takes an oath to never let herself down. She constantly pushes herself to the limit, which can be both a disadvantage and something good, because she works hard, but also may over-exert herself. In any case, Iceflare will never stop striving toward her goals. Sometimes, in the middle of things, she starts to second-guess herself - though she seems confident, Iceflare's mind is precariously balanced between insecure and insane, which is much more scary than it sounds. Inside her coarse, tough outer shell, she is truly delicate, with a fear of being discover for what she truly is - afraid.
History: Iceflare was born a kittypet, and, quite frankly, hated every second of it (Back then she was known as Icy). To the horror of her family and humans, she would often disappear for several days, roaming the faint trails of the woods and sometimes bringing back dead animals. She was constantly discouraged, and, instead of believing her kin was caring about her, she took it as a challenge to prove herself. Eventually, she grew tired of their worrisome antics and left for good, soon after discovering Soulclan, who thankfully accepted her into their ranks.
Crush: "Pft."
Mate: "Toms are stupid, ignorant, too proud to be contained in one cat, and terribly unfaithful. I refuse to be tied down by another cat."
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Name: Loki
Gender: Tom
Age: 98 moons (8 years and 2 months) - despite his age, he is still active and as capable as possible with his injuries.
Rank: Loner- he's been roaming around Soulclan territory, near the more forested areas, as it it is easier to hide and find prey there (Lokie will join the clan, perhaps not immediately, but eventually)
Appearance: Since his tail is not in the image, I'll let you know it is almost nonexistent - it's a short bobtail that was cut off by some crazy twoleg that ran toward him with a pair of hedge clippers (Yeah, it's a little cruel, I know, but he's had a tough life). Also, his body is covered in scars - some long, some short, some fresh, some old, some covered by fur and some blatantly standing out. They're everywhere on his body. One eye is completely missing, and the other is milky white and blind - Loki cannot see. This picture is just to show his body shape and coat.
Personality: Loki is a very quiet cat, rarely speaking if he is not spoken to first, but he has a nasty temper and holds grudges for a while. If you leave a bad first impression on him, it is likely you will have a very hard time befriending him from that point on. Besides being judgmental, one could argue that Loki's best trait is his heart, which is always in the right place. He has learned to never do anything that will reap only shallow benefits, and would gladly push a friend out of the way in the face of danger, even if it meant losing his own life. He is also very good at handling physical pain, as he has been through a lot, but emotional pain is a different matter. When it comes to feelings, he becomes a bit lost.
History: Loki was, perhaps, cursed from the start. His mother seems as if she could sense an evil presence about him when he was born, and he was name after the Teutonic devil, Loki. He was often battered around by his siblings, finding it wrong to fight (though as he grew he realized it was the only way to keep alive), and was abandoned at barely three months, considered a disgrace by his family. With barely any life experience, no idea how to hunt, and a less-than-average defense, he was easy prey. He was attacked once by a hawk, which was how he lost his right eye. During his younger years, he was targeted many times and received many scars (he also lost his tail to a crazy two-leg). However, he learned quickly, and became an admirable fighter with time. It was a bit funny, and quite careless, how he lost sight in his left eye. He was running away from a large dog, throwing a look over his shoulder, and when he turned his head back around he ran smack-dab into a bush. One branch was thick enough to penetrate his eye (it was lucky that he managed to pull it out), and after weeks of agony it healed over, though he knew he would never see again. He learned to live without sight or love, and up until now has been managing quite well.
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