Post by +: Alixa :+ on Dec 22, 2009 23:42:17 GMT -6
Name: Tituba
Gender: Female
Age: 20 moons
Clan: Bloodclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Tituba has a rather small, dainty appearance to her. She measures in at 8 inches from the shoulders, which is actually smaller than your average cat. But she uses her small size to her advantage, going where average sized cats could only wish they would fit in, like cracks in tree trunks and small, tight places in rock formations. She has a very sleek and lithe structure, definitely not having a lot of bulky muscle. Instead she has plenty of lean and lanky muscle to get her by and allow her to defend herself rather fiercely against threats, despite her delicate appearance. Her fur is short, but pretty thick, keeping her warm in the cold seasons. She is, for a large majority, all snowy white aside from a single patch on her left ear that covers her eye, and some of her cheek. Her whiskers are a bit long for her, as is her tail, but they don’t seem to burden her or put her at some sort of disadvantage. Limber legs, small yet steady paws, and sharp claws, she’s armed and fit for survival.
Personality: For a cat as small as her, she definitely doesn’t lack in personality. Whether that’s good or bad, can only really be determined by other cats. Despite her relatively small size, she rather big temper and great abundance in wit and cunning. She isn’t the nicest cat you’ll come across, and is often known to have a very barbed tongue and a somewhat nasty attitude. She isn’t the sort that’s interested in males, but is never one to judge another by their cover, knowing that there could be much more beneath the surface that hides from the naked eye (seeing as many have misjudged her in the past due to her small size). She can be a bit hot-headed, and is always ready to stand up for herself and her opinions. In fact, she can be rather critical about the cats that she does know about, but tends to keep those words to herself unless asked to speak her mind, which can actually be a rather dangerous thing to ask her to do, seeing as there are plenty of nasty words for everyone. She has an eye for noticing weaknesses, and uses this to her advantage when in a fight. And when she is in a fight, you can be sure her small size doesn’t hinder her one ounce. She is very quick in body and mind, and is relentless when it comes to hailing another’s weak spots with fang and claw. She’s never the kind to back down unless she knows for certain there’s no chance to win, and even then she’ll hate herself for fleeing. But no one can say she isn’t a survivor. She has a very stubborn will, and doesn’t take lightly to being told what to all the time. But what next to no soul alive knows, is that this nasty, ill-tempered, barb-tongued she-cat has a soft spot for kittens… But she wouldn’t tell so much as a soul that she does, and if caught tending to a helpless kit, she’ll come up with some excuse as to why she was allowing someone so defenseless to survive.
Summary A small white she-cat with a black patch on her left ear, and green eyes.
History: There isn’t much that’s to be known about Tituba’s kithood, really… She was born from two ruffian rogues who lived alone, never depending on other cats to help them survive. She had two siblings, who happened to both be female as well. She grew up in an old, abandoned building with her small family, playing rough with her sisters, and often getting scolded by her parents for wandering off too far or nearly getting snatched up by a hawk or nearly being shredded by some starved and hungry stray dog. But all the same, they kept her protected and well fed. As she grew older, they began letting her make mistakes, some having left scars hidden beneath her fur from fights with small dogs and other stray cats twice her size. And against those animals, she did surprisingly well, or so her mother had told her. She continued to practice her hunting and fighting skills, using her sisters as targets, and often training with her mother or father, whoever wasn’t hunting for what little food there seemed to be. And when she reached the age of 16 moons, she left her mother, as did her sister a few moons before her. She didn’t know where she was going, but she knew that her mother’s tempering growing shorter and shorter with her presence told her that it was her time to strike out on her own. But that was when she stumbled upon a Bloodclan cat. She fought the tom, and won against him. It was then that the leader who hadn’t been too far behind the tom thought her tough and that she would be of good use to Bloodclan. And so, she joined Bloodclan, and to this day, lives as a Bloodclan warrior.
Roleplaying Sample: Not needed
Family: Tilahli [mother]; Kerk [father]; Reenia [sister]; Tiona [sister]
Mate: None
Code Word: Warrior Cats
