Post by Dawn on Jun 11, 2007 11:39:12 GMT -5
English: Dawn of the Midnight Black Moon. {Dawn}
Japanese: Akane Kurofuji (Just felt like doing that. XD)
Gender:
She-Cat
Age:
36 Moons
Tribe:
Tribe of the Crashing Waves.
Postion:
Stoneteller.
Description/Picture:
You can look in my siggy, however to describe her, she's basically a pure black cat. Her eyes are an yellowish color with a slight tint of amber and blue. Her fur tends to be quite long in the winter and fall, but only fairly long in the spring in summer. She's big larger then most she-cats, but otherwise she's pretty normal, except for a battle scar on her face that runs across her muzzle.
Personality:
Dawn has a rather, stubborn personality, but she's often quiet when it comes to others. However she's pretty headstrong and can have a nasty temper. Normally, Dawn is pretty calm, but when she gets mad, she almost turned into a demon cat. (LOOK OUT! Really. Her eyes almost turn red) As far as the other Tribes goes, she often likes to stay away from them and to have them stay away from her territory. Overall Dawn is a ok cat, but she can be hard to get along with. Just treat her with respect and she will return the favor. No, she is not at all a happy-go lucky kitty at times, she's more like... You shut your mouth or I will kick you sorry little cat behind... Yeah something like that. I will beg you not to make her angry...
History:
Dawn was born near the ocean within the forest in which she rules now. She was the only living kit out of a littler of 3. The other two sadly died of an illness that was caught durning the winter time. Her father, well she never knew him, but she traveled around with her mother as she searched for her father, but he was never found. Her mother truly never spoke him again, but Dawn had started to believe that her father was a kittypet. That currently remains a mystery to her and everyone else.
As Dawn grew her mother started to push her away and returned to the twoleg place to, as Dawn thought, see her father, but her mother never returned. Dawn was only about 12 moons old then and her mother told her, that if she didn't return to take care of the territory and raise a stronge tribe. Dawn had been given her full name, not by her mother, but by the Tribe of Endless Hunting, Dawn of the Midnight Black Moon. She honored her name, her mother and her dead siblings, but for some reason not her father. She had stronge feeling that her father was truly a kittypet...
She claimed the land known as the Tribe of the Crashing Waves. Dawn knew she had a fairly large territory and wanted to raise a strong clan of cats to live in the wild, away from the twolegs. However Dawn had a rough start. Being the only cat, she felt that other Tribes growing fast that could come into her territory which made her nervous. Hovever, hearing that the others where not too big, made her feel a little more easy. Dawn has high hopes for her new Clan/Tribe...
IC:
Eyes drifted around the cave length as she came from her large bedding within the cave. Her paws carried her silently through the cave toward the entrance/exit. Her eyes wandered as around as she reached the outside, toward the small ledge that stuck out from ther den. She stopped at the edge looking as the sun which had just began to rise about the faint line of the ocean. It was calm and the day had just begun. Some stray stars twinkled in the sky as the Stoneteller cracked a faint smile.
"They hunt even at this time..." She mumbled. Her tail swished around behind her as the suns rays struck her long black pelt. Her eyes drifted back toward the sea. "See mother? I am doing fine. I will make a strong clan. I promised you..." Speaking to her mother in the morning and night when she could see the stars, she believed her mother was watching her from.
Her eyes wandered toward the bottom toward the cliffside as the night guards where coming back to rest from their long night of border portral. The hunters had begun to emerge from their dens to hunt for Breakfast. She lifted back on her paws and chose to take a walk until the Hunting Party came back.
Her paws carried her down the path on the side of the cliff toward the bottom of the beach. She felt the sand under her paws as she did so as she headed up the sand dunes toward the forest. It seemed to be a good day, with only a few fluffy white clouds drifting across the blue sky. After her dream she wanted some time... alone...[/ul][/size]