

Andy Black | We Don't Have to Dance wrote:Record scratch, Steve Miller Band,
Tattooed necks and tattooed hands;
Oh, how don't you drown in a rain storm?
Fresh regrets, vodka sweats;
The sun is down and we're bound to get exhausted,
And so far from the shore.
You're never gonna get it,
I'm a hazard to myself;
I'll break it to you easy -
This is hell, this is hell;
You're looking and whispering,
You think I'm someone else.
This is hell, yes,
Literal hell.
We don't have to talk,
We don't have to dance;
We don't have to smile,
We don't have to make friends.
It's so nice to meet you,
Let's never meet again;
We don't have to talk,
We don't have to dance,
We don't have to dance.
N A M EPrefix | Goldie
Suffix | ---
G E N D E R[] ♂ | [
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A G E26 moons
R A N KLoner
C L A NN/A
Kit LifeIf Goldie had a former name, she wouldn't remember it. Since the day her baby-blues darkened into amber, her mother called her Goldie. Coming from a litter of four, the Bengal mix had plenty of playtime. She developed a curiosity, and was always bothering her mother and siblings with questions.
Apprentice lifeGoldie was almost a year old when she set out on her own, leaving her family behind to explore the world. She's always had a knack for adventure. Her mother taught her basic hunting and fighting skills, but every time she crossed paths with another cat, Goldie would request they teach her their own fighting and hunting styles. It was awhile before she ran into danger, but by then, she was able to hold her own in a fight.
Warrior + lifeUp to this point, Goldie's life has been nothing but adventure. She's spent moons roaming and exploring, always searching for knowledge and mysteries. It was when she heard a legend from an old loner about a mystical, shiny golden rock that could grant a single wish, that she met her first companion. A stocky, large tom by the name of Tumble and she crossed paths and started out as enemies - he was after this mystical stone, too. The more time they spent trying to outdo each other and be the first to find the stone the more they got to know one another. It was finally Tumble that proposed they team up. Goldie agreed, and the two begin to travel together, making quite the unmatched pair. They always seemed able to get one another out of any scrap. Finally, Goldie and Tumble made it to the cave where the stone was said to be. By that point the two seemed madly in love. Goldie envisioned days of them finding the stone and afterwards continuing to adventure, and raise a litter together. As they were crossing a narrow ledge, the black cat found her paws swept out from under her. Tumble had given her a shove, and Goldie went tumbling down the side of the stone wall, crashing to the ground at the bottom. "Sorry, Goldie," she heard his voice echo around the cave. "There's only one wish - and it's mine." His words were punctuated with a laugh, and Goldie realized that she had been too naive. The fall had broken her paw, but the queen was determined. She followed after Tumble, though it took her quite awhile to catch up, given her injury. When she finally managed to catch a fresh scent, she would soon realize that it would have been better if she hadn't. There was no stone - only a huge, long-clawed cat killer. The cave was home to a bear, and Tumble had been its dinner. Goldie retreated before she came too close and escaped the cave. She stayed near it, for awhile, and even managed to give the loner who had told her the tale a piece of her mind before her paw healed. Now that it has - thanks to what she knew about herbs and binding from those she'd met on her journeys - Goldie has resumed her travels, unsure of where she's going next. Her heart still yearns for adventure, but she's no longer as friendly to every cat she meets.
P E R S O N A L I T YGoldie has a wild heart. She doesn't like staying in one place too long, travel always on her mind. She's gotten used to being alone, though she yearns for knowledge, and often requests it from any cat she comes across. In recent moons she's been more weary of strangers, though, and has traded in chances at knowledge for fights. She's got a few scars, but under her smokey pelt lives the same cat who left her family to travel the world a year ago. She doesn't plan on ever being tamed.
S K I L L SCharisma: ★★★☆☆
Strength: ★★☆☆☆
Speed: ★★★★★
Climbing: ★★★★☆
Agility: ★★★★★
Defense : ★★☆☆☆
Offense : ★★★☆☆
K I NBrother | Kioshi
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