Username: The Band Perry
Cat's Name:"My name is Venomfrost, you will call me nothing else."
Rank:"Unknown. I haven't been given one quite yet."
Gender:"She cat. Why? Do I look like a tom?"
Age:"I am of twenty moons."
Kin:"My mother, Wiltedrose, is deceased. So is my father, Hollowrock. My only other kin is Cheetahpounce, my half brother."
Crush:"Crush? Of course not. Love is blind, and I do not wish to lose my sight."
Mate:"None. And I do not wish for one either."
Kits:"Yes, kits are the future of the clan. But I do not wish to sit in a nursery all day caring for them, so no."
History:"I was born into a very small litter, myself being the only surviving kit. My mother often looked at me as a cruel reminder of my siblings that did not make it past their first night, and often treated me as an outsider because of this. I learned soon enough not to depend on her, for she was much to selfish, and turned to my father instead. He was quite kind, yet he had a short temper. One day, when he and my mother were having a heated disscussion, he simply snapped, his anger bursting as he slashed out at the innocent she cat and caught her right on the throat. Most say he was a murderer, but I knew better. My father felt terrible about his doings as soon as my mother took her last breath, and he would always assure me that it was an accident, a result of his short, unmindful temper. He became deppressed, constantly mumbling and refusing to eat. Until one day, he died. That's when the clan seemed to turn on me. They told me I was a curse, somehow the cause of my parents' deaths, and avoided me at all costs, eventually casting me into the shadows, pushing the lonely life of a loner upon me. When I was a loner, I began to believe myself that I was a curse, always eating crowfood scraps and living out of temorary dens. My life was a living hell, and I was starting to thinkit was my fault. Little did I know it wasn't. Then I found MistClan, which seemed a diamond in this hellhole of a twoleg village I'd been living in. So now, I'm willing to start my life over, and hopefully this time I won't be considered a 'curse'.
Personality:"I am a very independent and outspoken young warrior. I am not for the faint of heart, and I say what I feel and think, no matter what others think. Some tell me I'm a handful, heck, I've even been called a curse, yet I don't give a single care of what you or anyone else thinks of me, as I've learned from my past. I may have had a difficult past, but I'm not one to conteplate or complain of it, I just take it silently, and deal with it on my own. I don't believe in, or want, love, for love is for the faint of heart, or as I prefer to say, the sightless. Just like many have said "Love is blind", and I personally don't wish to lose my sight, so it is useless for toms to pursue me. I'm not exactly a warm and fuzzy kind of person, since I had little amounts of friends and family when I was growing up, yet I am not cold or mean, just unused to socialization. Still, if you wish to truly know me, then meet me, talk to me, but good luck, because you'll need it.
Description:"I am a silver tabby she cat of medium build. Not to tall, not to short, not to muscular, not to skinny. Just...medium. My fur is thick and neither short nor long. I have stunning eyes, of bright, bright aquamarine. Eyes that almost knock you off your paws. Since I'm not particularly muscular or lithe, I fight with my mind. I am quick witted and fast thinking, always one step ahead of the rest. My tail is long, which makes my balance extroidanary, and my climbing perfection. Overall, I've simply been called 'medium', and that pretty much sums up my appearance.
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Blue. I don't know whether to put 'Dawn' as well, so just for the record, 'Dawn'.
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