Post by sleetpaw on Jul 13, 2007 18:19:50 GMT -5
Name: Violet (doesn't have to do with Barley's sister, however)
Age: approx. 22 moons
GEnder: femme fatale
Clan: BloodClan
Position" leader?
Description: Violet's name isn't a dead giveaway of what she looks like-- her pelt is swarming with all different shades of gray, a palate of ash and sooty hues, a gray tortoiseshell. Faint black tabby streaks run down her spine and ring her tail. Black ears and white paws adorn her pelt, giving her slight contrast. Violet's eyes are pale blue, the color of winter skies and jay feathers. Silky whiskers are long and bristling, twitching ever so slightly with amusement-- Violet finds most things funny, you see. Violet has a white chest and stomach, and black splattered on her muzzle and reaching across her face, much like the pattern of a Siamese. Unlike many brutes of BloodClan, Violet is smaller than normal. Her claws are not reinforced but are quite deadly as they are, since she spends a few heartbeats every morning sharpening them against badger bones (from an already dead badger, of course).
Personailty: Not like the cold-hearted cats, Violet leads a soft democracy (although she never hesitates to make it a dictatorship). Violet is a slight feminist, soft-spoken and rather kind for a BloodClan leader. Violet's voice may not reach far, but it spreads quickly-- few cats dare to oppose her, not only since Violet is powerful, but since her lineages are strong (see History). Violet knows that she must keep a control over the strays in the city, but at the same time she knows she soon must rethink her villainous deeds and sometimes considers turning over to the good side. But Violet knows that she would require help from a forest cat... and so far, none have come.
Violet dislikes the elements of a city, but she knows them like the blades of her claws. This makes her a force to be reckoned with-- it means that she can easily track you down. Violet is not stupid either, taught by her father Smolder in the ways of life (particularily the most aggressive). The cons of Violet are that she has the tendency to snarl her true feelings and says exactly what she thinks, and can snap as easily as dried spaghetti, even though Violet usually has a calm temperment. If you ever see Violet crouched with her ears perked up farther than usual, do not speak-- she is lost in her thoughts, and those who interuppt her pay dearly.
Crush: None at the mo'.
HIstroy: With lineages of Scourge's pure blood running through her veins, Violet was BloodClan's true leader since birth. She was born to sickly Venom, who died shortly after Violet's birth. She had one brother, Manson. Many coddled Violet, although she seemed distant and unresponsive at times. Violet disliked the special treatment, although it was far better than the treatment her black-furred brother got-- Manson was aggressive and hostile since birth, and he often got into scraps with cats outside BloodClan-- and killed some. BloodClan was distraught, since Scourge had two heirs, and BloodClan could not pick which one.
As Violet grew, she became calmer-- although it was easy to annoy her in her constant mood swings. Although many BloodClan mercenaries have one-track minds (including Manson), Violet's mind seemed to have a wide palate of thoughts, emotions, and ideas. Violet didn't seem right to lead, since she had a tendency to have her heart melt and was at times very sensitive and even kind. But BloodClan had to decide a leader.
Violet wasn't prepared for what happened next. She was awoken by a claw to the ear, and was shoved into a deathmatch with Manson. Manson was ready to kill his sister-- Violet was not ready to kill anyone. But she knew that Manson was a ticking timebomb, and he could selfdestruct and kill. His fragile mind would bring death from both sides during a war. Violet knew what had to be done.
Manson pinned her down, preparing to bite her jugular-- and everyone knew what would happen after that. Violet pummeled his stomach-- although he was bigger than small Violet, her blows were powerful and ripped through his flesh. Manson wouldn't give up-- powered by the smell of blood, the gray tabby lunged at her once more. Violet sidestepped him and clawed his flanks as Manson slashed at her. After several hours of fighting, Violet was exhausted, but Manson wouldn't give up. Cats around her screamed for blood. It was time for the final blow. Whether or not some of them were smart, Violet knew she was the one who had to be responsible for these cats. She slashed Manson's hind paws, tripping him as he butted her roughly. When he fell, his legs-- damaged by Violet-- wouldn't work. Violet gave the final blow, and it was over. She was the rightful heir to BloodClan, and the leader.
RP: Violet sat on the roof building, twitching ebony ears as she listened to the sounds of the city. Sounds of strange orange balls hitting the cement. Calls of a siren, howling like wild birds, came from the distance. The bright headlights of the metal-cats were blinding in the twilight as the cars whirred across the pavement. Violet sighed, eyeing the rubbish around her-- not only the trash. She had once visited the forest, and had seen the wild freedom and honor that the forest cats obtained. She envied them-- Violet wished she had it, but she could never.
Or could she?
Violet's mind whirred like the sophisticated mechanism it was. But what if...
Codeword: Leaf Whispering
