Violetgale of ShadowClan

[violetgale ?!]

Violetgale of ShadowClan

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Basic Information

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``Name ;;
violetgale

``Gender ;;
she-cat

``Age ;;
twenty two moons

``Clan ;;
shadowclan

``Position ;;
warrior

Cat Appearance

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``Short Description ;;[/color]
A midnight black she-cat with clear blue eyes.

``Appearance ;;[/color]
Violetgale is a dainty little thing, which she doesn't like to show. Her pelt is a midnight black, from her tail tip to her ears, which makes taking to the shadows easy. She likes to keep it groomed and shining, hoping that maybe her fur will distract other cats from her small size. And although her legs are fairly short, she still enjoys running, and is quite fast at it. Her crystal clear blue orbs add an unusual pop of color to her appearance. Instead of a graceful stroll that would have given the she-cat more beauty, her steps are more of a smaller gait. She isn't exactly beautiful, but she makes herself appear beautiful with her words. Only if you could look past the words and the glances, would you see a small black mystery with a long scar on her leg from a past mistake.

Personality

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``Likes ;;
*Manipulating cats into doing what she wants
*The dark
*Hiding
*Hunting(in the shadows, of course)
*overly confident toms(she enjoys tricking them)
*taking a strong, sturdy cat at his/hers highest point and tearing them down(don't ask why she enjoys this)
*sarcasm
*running
*her friends

``Dislikes ;;
*battles/fighting
*lovestruck cats
*sunshine
*kits and apprentices
*elders
*cats being excluded from a group
*labels

``Strengths ;;
*her ability to twist the mind of another cat
*her ability to "disappear" in the shadows
*her word choice, and how she uses words to confuse someone
*her expert ability to lie

``Weaknesses ;;
*overly happy cats
*water
*heights

History

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``History ;;
Kit-hood; Born in the dark shadows of the ShadowClan nursery, Violetkit stood out from the rest of the little bundles. She was the only kit who had dark colored fur, making her the oddball of the group. This was also the reason her parents named her Violetkit, because of the dark color of her fur. The rest of the kits excluded her from their games, claiming she was too moody and mean to play with them. This obviously outraged little Violetkit, and soon she lost her interest in the other kits. She'd rather relax in the shadows then run around pretending to be warriors with the other kits. She didn't really have a close relationship with her parents, even growing further apart from them as she turned more and more of an outcast.

Apprenticeship; The newly named Violetpaw could care less if she was an apprentice or a warrior. Labels, labels, labels, who cares what the ending part of your name is? Her mentor was very kind to her, even too kind for Violetpaw's taste. She felt like clawing at the ground when another cat tried to be compassionate towards her. Violetpaw's training went well; she was always a fast learner. Of course, the other apprentices didn't care too much for her and again Violetpaw tried to gain their approval. She was on a solo hunting mission when a rouge wandered onto ShadowClan territory. Violetpaw knew if she could run the rouge off her land that everyone would accept her, so she attacked. The rouge, being more experience, gave her a nice deep scar on her back leg. Thankfully, another patrol was nearby and saved her. When the apprentices scorned her for attacking an older rouge, Violetpaw began to despise them and everyone else. She never again tried to earn their approval, and once again became the outcast.

Warrior; Violetgale learned much from her past. Apprentices are annoying and overly confident cats, like she used to be, are just mousebrains. She was now a more solid midnight black from all the times she spent laying or hunting in the dark. She has not had an apprentice yet, because most warriors fear she'd get angry at him/her and give them a good 'ol scar identical to hers. She mostly spends her day strolling through the marshes and laying by the lake. Violetgale also enjoys hunting, but despises fighting and battles. Some think because of her incident as an apprentice, but truthfully she thinks wasting energy fighting another cat is boring. Although, miraculously, Violetgale does have close friends inside the Clan. She tends to have she-cats as friends more than toms, ask her why and you'll get no answer. When she gains a friend, she becomes fiercely loyal to them.

Behind The Character

``Nickname ;;
Melody, Mel

``Where did you find us? ;;
On a RPG Directory site(:

``Contact ;;
PM on here

``Activity ;;
I'll usually get on every day, even if it's just to chat (:

``Codeword ;;
its there somewhere.....

``Role-Play Sample ;;
This is with Fleetfoot, a character I had a while back on another site. :3

A swift paw shot forward, claws unsheathed, and hooked the prey in its grasp. The tom recoiled and placed the frog on the ground, leaning forward to give it a killing bite. "Hah." He mewed in victory, sitting up slightly taller. He leaned down and picked up the limp frog, digging a hole so he could retrieve his catch later. After he dropped the prey in, Fleetfoot glanced around with alert ears. The gentle wind ruffled his fluffy fur more than usual, much to the tom's dismay. His pink tongue lapped against his white and black uncontrollable fur, smoothing it down to its extent. He lifted his head in the air, and closed his eyes. Ahh, the forest. He sighed in content.

Squeak, squeak. Fleetfoot's yellow orbs flew open. A mouse was nibbling through some bushes, enjoying the afternoon sun. This is my lucky day. Fleetfoot thought joyfully as he crouched down and began to creep forward with intense concentration. He angled his body so the wind wouldn't drag his scent towards the prey. Narrowing his eyes, the tom bunched his muscles together to lunge. Suddenly, the roar of an oncoming monster crashed through the peaceful moment. The mouse scurried off, and Fleetfoot gave chase as he silently cursed the monster who interrupted his catch. No! He growled as the mouse dashed out of sight.

Fleetfoot twitched his ears in irritation and swung around, marching towards the Thunderpath. He didn't know who he was going to yowl at for missing the catch, maybe a rock or a twig. He slipped out of some bushes and blinked. He was not expecting an elder to be out here."Hey Lostsight. Catching some sun?" He mewed as he trotted over to the elder, his fluffy fur swishing back and forth. He loved to visit the elders in camp, they were much more wiser and a lot more mature than some cats in the Clan. It was the one time he would actually let loose, and not be so serious all the time.

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[Purpleh]

It looks good, but you have Violetgale sound like she's a complete wacko. And that no one trusts her. The clan can't all hate her. There's usually someone she's friends with, that enjoys her personality and tastes. So if you could add something like that in there somewhere, that would be great.

[violetgale ?!]

fixed(: i added to the history and her likes.

[Purpleh]

Alright. Accepted.

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