Post by cyamour on Aug 2, 2008 12:29:29 GMT -5
yes i did just steal beauty
Abby
[/li][li]Father? [/color]Nightmoon
[/li][li]Siblings? [/color]Pouncejoy
[/li][li]Kits? [/color]none
[/li][li]Other Kin? [/color]unknown
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>>Personality? To say the very, very least, Abby's an odd cat. Her mind works in ways you could never fathom, and her sarcastic tendancies make you really wonder if what she's saying is honest or not even at the most serious of times. To add to that, she fails at remembers names, events, and the links between them. As a result, she lives in all dimensions: the past, the present, the future, and the imaginary. (Heck, she still doesn't know that Feralstorm's got himself killed and that the Clans changed their names.) Ah, and many have reason to believe that she's really, seriously crazy. She has started to see things and talks to things that aren't there. . . .
>>History? Everyone's got one, right? Abby was abandoned at the age of four moons by her ever-so-loving mother and run-away-Clan-cat father. After being properly weaned and taught the basics of how to stalk a mouse, she was left to fend for herself and learn things as it came and attacked her randomly.
She had a name before she started calling herself 'Abby', the one name she actually remembered from when she was young (though she can't remember who it had once belonged to exactly). But she doesn't remember the name and doesn't remember that she even had a name. Other than Abby. And that was what she called herself and made others call her.
She soon grew bored of the forest, especially after those stupid warriors kept on attacking her, so she made life simpler by moving out to the alleys. She spent most of her time plundering StormClan and GroundClan of their prey since they failed to keep their borders in check and feasted like a queen.
Eventually, she got bored with that and ran into Darkspirit, a coldhearted rogue who wanted to raise up an army and take the Clans as her own. Abby agreed to help her, as long as she was the right-hand cat and got to boss everyone else around.
The army ran well for a couple of moons, then it fell quite literally apart when they went to attack all the Clans at a gathering. The happenings were unclear and rather foggy to Abby (as everything is) but she remembers quite vividly how badly she'd been beaten up. Half dead and battered, FlameClan showed mercy and took her in. In order to survive, she went along with their little charade and was friendly enough. Then, one day when their guard was down and she was fully healed, Abby slipped off into the forest and lurked their silently.
Then, all of the sudden, she realized that the Clans had moved. FREAKIN' MOVED. Enraged that they had done such a thing without even thinking to tell her, Abby had followed them the best that she could into a freakish world of mushrooms, black stones, a crazy marshland, and a hellish dark forest, all filled with strange animals and unusual prey. Either the Clans were crazier than she thought they were, or they were out on a plot to kill her for good.
[/li][li] Stalking the Clans[/color]
[/li][li] Feralstorm?[/color]
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[/li][li] Mudstar[/color]
[/li][li] Squirrel tails[/color]
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture? this image iso v e r u s e d MINE <3
>>Song? Candyholic by Antic Cafe
>>Rules? yeah kkthnxbai. (:
>>Quotes? "Sir, we're surrounded!" "Excellent! Now we can attack from any direction!"
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consider it a compliment
>>Name? Abby[/b][li]Mother? [/color]
>>Gender? She-cat
>>Age? Not even StarClan themselves know. . .
>>Description? Abby's of a quite lithe build, her muscles smooth, sleek, and ready for action anytime and anywhere under her glossy black fur. She's extremely well-groomed for a rogue, amazingly enough, and believes that frst impressions make up everything. (And that is to say, everything.) Even so, she can't help it that both her claws and teeth are a slight pinkish color, dyed by the blood of many cats. Hopefully, her green eyes (rimmed with a nice golden tinge) make up for that unwelcome image.
>>Scars? Countless, dear, but she prefers to forget about them, simply covering them up with some well-placed fur. The only ones quite visible now are those two nasty nicks in her left ear, both earned at two different events she can't quite remember.
>>Rank? Ranks are for Clanbrains, thank you very much. Anyhow, a rogue.
[/li][li]Father? [/color]
[/li][li]Siblings? [/color]
[/li][li]Kits? [/color]none
[/li][li]Other Kin? [/color]unknown
[/li][/ul]
>>Personality? To say the very, very least, Abby's an odd cat. Her mind works in ways you could never fathom, and her sarcastic tendancies make you really wonder if what she's saying is honest or not even at the most serious of times. To add to that, she fails at remembers names, events, and the links between them. As a result, she lives in all dimensions: the past, the present, the future, and the imaginary. (Heck, she still doesn't know that Feralstorm's got himself killed and that the Clans changed their names.) Ah, and many have reason to believe that she's really, seriously crazy. She has started to see things and talks to things that aren't there. . . .
>>History? Everyone's got one, right? Abby was abandoned at the age of four moons by her ever-so-loving mother and run-away-Clan-cat father. After being properly weaned and taught the basics of how to stalk a mouse, she was left to fend for herself and learn things as it came and attacked her randomly.
She had a name before she started calling herself 'Abby', the one name she actually remembered from when she was young (though she can't remember who it had once belonged to exactly). But she doesn't remember the name and doesn't remember that she even had a name. Other than Abby. And that was what she called herself and made others call her.
She soon grew bored of the forest, especially after those stupid warriors kept on attacking her, so she made life simpler by moving out to the alleys. She spent most of her time plundering StormClan and GroundClan of their prey since they failed to keep their borders in check and feasted like a queen.
Eventually, she got bored with that and ran into Darkspirit, a coldhearted rogue who wanted to raise up an army and take the Clans as her own. Abby agreed to help her, as long as she was the right-hand cat and got to boss everyone else around.
The army ran well for a couple of moons, then it fell quite literally apart when they went to attack all the Clans at a gathering. The happenings were unclear and rather foggy to Abby (as everything is) but she remembers quite vividly how badly she'd been beaten up. Half dead and battered, FlameClan showed mercy and took her in. In order to survive, she went along with their little charade and was friendly enough. Then, one day when their guard was down and she was fully healed, Abby slipped off into the forest and lurked their silently.
Then, all of the sudden, she realized that the Clans had moved. FREAKIN' MOVED. Enraged that they had done such a thing without even thinking to tell her, Abby had followed them the best that she could into a freakish world of mushrooms, black stones, a crazy marshland, and a hellish dark forest, all filled with strange animals and unusual prey. Either the Clans were crazier than she thought they were, or they were out on a plot to kill her for good.
[/li][li] Stalking the Clans[/color]
[/li][li] Feralstorm?[/color]
[/li][/ul]
[/li][li] Mudstar[/color]
[/li][li] Squirrel tails[/color]
[/li][/ul]
>>Picture? this image is
>>Song? Candyholic by Antic Cafe
>>Rules? yeah kkthnxbai. (:
>>Quotes? "Sir, we're surrounded!" "Excellent! Now we can attack from any direction!"
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