Post by ƒoxclaw on Jul 30, 2007 2:40:02 GMT -5
Name: Vox
Clan: N/A
Age: 72 Moons [6]
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Loner
Short Description: Black and white she-cat with yellow eyes.
Appearance:
Clan: N/A
Age: 72 Moons [6]
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Loner
Short Description: Black and white she-cat with yellow eyes.
Appearance:
Personality:
Vox is a cat of average size, though her tail is a tad long. Her short, white fur is patched with black splotches that cover most of her head and face and extend down her back; the tail being jet-black. There is a stripe of white that extends from her pink nose up to her mid forehead, giving her a distinctive look. There aren't many scars, proof of her peaceful history. Due to her solitary lifestyle, ticks dot her hide, hidden beneath her coat. Fleas are also present, giving the cat reason to roll in the dirt for comfort from their bites. Looking out from the monochrome pelt are lovely eyes of yellow and gold. There's strength and wisdom in her gaze, though her body isn't quite ready to be called an elder just yet.
Vox is thin, though not overly so. Her body structure is light, with long legs for sprinting and her long tail for balance. She's quick on her feet, and able to strike her foe with fast swipes. As far as stamina is concerned, she gets winded easily. She isn't able to keep up a fast pace for more than an hour or so.
Since she's used to her laid-back life of hunt when she feels like it; sleep when she feels like it, Vox isn't quick to pull herself to her paws and move. It's true that she'd make a decent kittypet, if she ever found the courage to approach the strange creatures. The she-cat's not fond of meeting others, tending to be shy around strange cats. She's not fond of fighting, but isn't afraid to defend herself and those she cares about, even if she is a tad lazy.History:
Vox has a very sensitive side when it comes to kittens. She's always wanted a litter, but never could birth one. Even when she had a mate, she never found herself pregnant. This damaged her beyond repair, and she can get very protective of youngsters if given the chance to bond with them. She's been driven away from Clans and other rogue groups for taking over and acting like the parent or mentor. She can be quite a nuisance when her mind's set on it.
Vox doesn't believe in StarClan. One of the many reasons she could never fit in with the Clans. She feels that cats are born, live for a while, and die. Perhaps they are re-born in new bodies; they even come back as twolegs. Yet, whatever the truth is, the black and white cat couldn't care less. All she wants is to survive and live out her life to the fullest. That, and never meet up with BloodClan again. However, Vox does believe, to some extent, that she is cursed by some unknown force for the terrible happenings of her past. Whether it really is the power of this StarClan or what-not, she's unsure. But the thought haunts her still...
Vox was born into BloodClan, surprisingly enough. In the midst of the garbage and debris of the twolegs, her mother nursed her and her four siblings with care. She never felt the sharp nature of the cats, being protected from that due to her age. She grew, times started to change. Deaths were occurring in the Clan too quickly for her to understand. Even when her father yowled in the distance, Vox didn't grasp what was happening around her.IC:
It wasn't until she was six moons that she started to slowly understand. Two of her siblings went missing, her mother fell ill of some unknown disease, and her brother seemed picked out from the remaining litter for his idealism and sense of self-pride. He too, went missing with time.
This left only her, her sister, and her mother. Finally, when the cat was only nine or so moons, her mother fell to the illness, leaving Vox and her sibling alone to face the world. While they remained in BloodClan, Vox felt sick when she saw the lust for power in the eyes of the cats around her. Suddenly very afraid, she pulled her sister aside and pleaded that they break free.
Her sister only stared at her in shock.
No matter what Vox did or said, her sister seemed far to frightened to try to run. The cat didn't blame her kin; they saw what happened to those who ran out on BloodClan. But Vox couldn't, wouldn't take this life any longer. With a long goodbye, she tore butt out of that territory as fast as her legs would carry her.
She grew wise and strong as a loner. Darting from one Clan land to another, or joining small rogue groups for a while, she learned a lot and gained what she wanted. Though she tried to be respectful to others by not leaving scent marks or taking too much prey in whatever territory she was in, she remained alert and flighty for sounds that didn't belong to her. It's a difficult life, but she fell into it with style.
Her path took her to one cat in particular. A loner like herself who'd traveled down from the north on his way back from the sea. The two took a liking to each other and soon the bond was too great to break. Vox was excited with the possibility of having kits with her love, but as time went on, her body failed to show any signs at all. No matter how many times the couple tried, her body rejected the kits and refused to carry them full-term. Broken, she yowled as she stared down at the half-formed kittens. She vowed never to try again. As for the male, they walked together for a long while, until their paths separated forever as a shrieking monster pulled off from the thunderpath and onto the grass, striking down her darling with a single swipe.
Vox wanders alone now. As she is cursed to do.
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