Post by Dash on Nov 29, 2009 18:12:48 GMT -5
Name & Clan: Rindin/Loner
Age: Fourteen Moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Rindin is a solid black she-cat of medium size. Her eyes are blue, her nose is black, and her fur is short. She has blue eyes. A nasty scar runs across her muzzle.
Personality: Rindin likes to collect interesting information, and she also likes to be on top of things. She's greedy and a smooth talker- she knows what to say and she knows how to say it. Sometimes, though, she tries too hard or digs too far.
When Rindin isn't acting, she's plotting. It's not like she wants to take over the city; she just likes to have back-up plans. She underestimates everyone but those she considers equals.
History: Born to a loner mother and a kittypet father, Rindin had a fair bit of parent trouble growing up. She didn't like twolegs (One threw a bottle at her once.), so she wouldn't live with her father, although she preferred Antsy to her siblings. They all lived in a pack with her mother, Raindrop, but Lydi and Randon were too... odd. Klyke was too quiet.
The best option was to venture out on her own. Rindin did, but as she started to learn more about the city, her mind twisted just a little bit. She was just too absorbed in what was happening around her... and then she started collecting.
Relatives: Mother:
Raindrop
Father:
Antsy
Uncle:
Nervous
Siblings:
Lydi
Randon
Klyke
Other: Rindin slunk around the city, sniffing the air occasionally. The acrid scent of the thunderpath and its monsters didn't bother her as much as they should have. She perked her ears, straightening up. Had that been the sound of another cat's pawsteps? Was she being followed when she was attempting to follow another?
The black she-cat shook her head to get rid of her paranoia; no, of course she wasn't being followed. No one else knew that she was stalking someone. No one else knew of the awesome source of information, or the fact that the source needed to be stalked silently for days before it would talk. Rindin grew irritated and shook her head again, but a pigeon sprang out of nowhere, startling her.
"Hey!" She shouted, but then growled. Now she'd have to start all over!
Age: Fourteen Moons
Gender: Female (She-cat)
Allegiance: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Rindin is a solid black she-cat of medium size. Her eyes are blue, her nose is black, and her fur is short. She has blue eyes. A nasty scar runs across her muzzle.
Personality: Rindin likes to collect interesting information, and she also likes to be on top of things. She's greedy and a smooth talker- she knows what to say and she knows how to say it. Sometimes, though, she tries too hard or digs too far.
When Rindin isn't acting, she's plotting. It's not like she wants to take over the city; she just likes to have back-up plans. She underestimates everyone but those she considers equals.
History: Born to a loner mother and a kittypet father, Rindin had a fair bit of parent trouble growing up. She didn't like twolegs (One threw a bottle at her once.), so she wouldn't live with her father, although she preferred Antsy to her siblings. They all lived in a pack with her mother, Raindrop, but Lydi and Randon were too... odd. Klyke was too quiet.
The best option was to venture out on her own. Rindin did, but as she started to learn more about the city, her mind twisted just a little bit. She was just too absorbed in what was happening around her... and then she started collecting.
Relatives: Mother:
Raindrop
Father:
Antsy
Uncle:
Nervous
Siblings:
Lydi
Randon
Klyke
Other: Rindin slunk around the city, sniffing the air occasionally. The acrid scent of the thunderpath and its monsters didn't bother her as much as they should have. She perked her ears, straightening up. Had that been the sound of another cat's pawsteps? Was she being followed when she was attempting to follow another?
The black she-cat shook her head to get rid of her paranoia; no, of course she wasn't being followed. No one else knew that she was stalking someone. No one else knew of the awesome source of information, or the fact that the source needed to be stalked silently for days before it would talk. Rindin grew irritated and shook her head again, but a pigeon sprang out of nowhere, startling her.
"Hey!" She shouted, but then growled. Now she'd have to start all over!
