Post by Foxed on Sept 2, 2008 18:02:18 GMT -5
The wind whispers..
Leopardheart.
I have seen..
24 Moons.
I was created as a..
She-Cat
My loyalty resides in..
Shadeclan.
I am proudly a..
Warrior.
My reflection shows..
A mini-leopard, almost. Sleek, short pelt is mostly a shimmering tawny broken by slight traces of silver and black flickered into it. Spots of jet black scattered themselves randomly across my pelt, transforming to odd stripes on my limbs and bands on my tail, which was tipped with black. My face was marked abit like a tabby's, a classic "M" on my forehead and streaks starting at the corners of my eye and rolling down my cheeks. Tawny broke once more to allow snow white on my muzzle, touched ever so slightly with a creamy color. My nose is nearly orange in color, though remained tinted with pink, whiskers are long and snowy white, as were the fangs that acted as dangerous weapons, while claws seemed inverted, being jet black talons.
My built is slender and lean, a twist of speed and power, and also rather tall. Limbs were slightly long, allowing a large stride, while bones were thick enough to give good stability and make them less likely to break. Elongated body shows off grace and power in every step. My large triangular ears, which rounded off at the tips, were placed perfectly upon my head, seeming to always be perked and alert. Weighing at about 25-30 pounds of pure, lean, muscle, I am far from a cat to mess with.
Round eyes weren't any less unique. Surrounding the eyes was black flesh, while the unseen cornea was surrounded by a intense golden color, melting into a leafy green that was equally intense as it surrounded the slit-like pupils. My eyes also seemed to have a faint pattern, the colors seeming to flicker shades and the green having the faintest zigzagging pattern in slightly darker green.
You may find that I am..
Generally calm and determined, never giving up on my dreams and always pushing myself one step further. Though, at the same time, I'm rather strict with a fierce temper, yet endless loyalty that isn't wise to question. Intimidation is easy without even saying a word; simply due to the fact I stand taller and outweigh most other cats with ease. I'm sure many would call me noble, too.
With kits, I am kind and gentle, showing my softer, motherly, side. Though, that doesn't mean I can't be strict. Kits still need to know respect and obedience, even if they are kits, yet they are the clan future and should always be loved and treated fairly. Atleast in my opinion. Though, I'm not all that fond of rebel kits, it is too easy for them to be in danger.
With apprentices I am strict, especially during training. It isn't a game, it is something they will need to survive. I will not tolerate disrespect and may seem abit harsh. Though, I do not mean to be cruel. Constantly, I remind the apprentice that the only way to become a warrior is to train hard and be mature; don't act like a kit, act like a soon-to-be warrior.
Warriors, of course, have my equal respect so long as they act as they should and not like kits. Immature warriors are often treated more like apprentices then warriors and scolded about what kind of example they are set. Noble warriors definitely are respected and treated as the equals they are. Deputies are also treated like noble warriors are. Leaders are given proper respect.
Elders are treated kindly and with respect by me, no matter how antisocial and annoying the elder is. They are the clan's wisdom and history in the form of a cat. Medicine cats get my respect easily; they are Starclan's living messengers, and the healers of the clan.
Loners are respected if they earn it, while rogues will never have my respect, they are traitors who have set poor examples and killed in cold blood. Kittypets vary; one of the few noble kittypets would earn respect, while the others are considered low and undeserving of respect.
When it comes to battle, that's my specialty. At times I do not even need to lift a claw to scare away my oppent, and sometimes that's all it does take to spook them out of the battle, but when one does have courage they meet every ounce of my power, speed, and loyalty in the form of claws and fangs. Do not get me wrong, I am no cold blooded killer. I'd rather send my enemy running with only a few scratches then kill, fatally injure, or even majorly injure. After all, did Starclan ever say we were supposed to beat each other up over every little issue?
My story as told by me..
I was born in captivity, as one of the world's rarest domestic cats; the Ashera. A exotic feline which results from the crossing of a domestic cat, a Asian Leopard Cat, and a African Serval. Before I was even born I already had someone wanting to buy me. Well, not me specifically, but, a Ashera she-cat, and so, when I was born and became old enough, I was sold and shipped to the twolegs who wanted me. The twolegs who received me loved me and made over me; more then their own kits! Yet I wasn't content. So, I simply lived there, longingly staring out windows until I reached about six moons.
At this age, I was bigger then other cats my age and constantly moving about and wandering the house. Until, one day, one of the twoleg kits left the door open. I cautiously investigated the opened door, staring out it, sniffing the air, and listening to the sounds. Before I knew it, I had set one paw out onto the steps. Then the shriek of a twoleg hit me, and I looked back to see the she-twoleg running toward me. Surprised and unwilling to be caught, I darted straight out the door, down the path, and with one leap was on the gate, vanishing over it within seconds of my escape. I was surprised to find a black path with gold and white on it in front of me, dividing the nests from a large forest. I took off across it without hesitation, instincts calling me toward the wilderness. Vroom! A monster had zoomed past my face, I leaped back. Another was speeding right toward me. I darted forward, dodging the monsters as they snarled at me, and into the forest I went.
I traveled through the forest for a day or two before being confronted by three cats. The first a adult; pelt dark tabby and eyes a dark emerald. The next was a little white cat about my age but alot smaller with gold eyes, and the last a lighter tabby with blue eyes. The three cats were quiet hostile, the first questioning me repeatedly as to who I was and why I was in Shadeclan territory. Afterward, I learned they were Darkflame, Frozenpaw, and Lightstream.
The cats took me back to there camp where I saw numerous cats of different sizes, shapes, and ages. It all amazed me. They too me to the clan leader, who also questioned me for abit before asking me if I wished to join the clan. I couldn't refuse such a offer; the clan seemed to amazing, and so, I agreed. The leader explained ceremonies to me before leading me out of the den to hold my joining ceremony.
I listened and waited as the leader spoke before calling me forward and announcing my mentor would be Darkflame and my new name was Leopardpaw. He didn't seem to happy, but came forward and touched noses with me, before stating the first training lesson would be shortly after he went to see if any other mentors wanted to join in.
Training went smoothly for about six moons, I constantly worked my hardest and learned quickly, usually training along side Frozenpaw with Darkflame and Lightstream watching everything. By 12 moons old I was larger then most the clan cats, which turned out to be a major advantage in training, though, not as much as in hunting as fighting. So, I easily accomplished my testing to become a warrior.
My ceremony went quickly and easily as I was renamed Leopardheart, named for my Courage and Loyalty. I then went on to show I was worthy in a battle. Afterward, most stopped questioning my loyalty to the clan and worth as a warrior and from then I continued on, mentoring one apprentice and fighting numerous battles with my clan.
A sample of my skills..
Leopard-like feline slipped through the darkness of the night, body lowered so her belly just barely missed brushing the moist emerald blades of grass, tail held low, but also avoided touching the grass. Her ears were pinned back, pressed to her skull firmly. Intense gaze of golden-green was locked forward, shadowed cats also approaching in a similar position, though, few were as big. Around her, other cats moved forward with her. When the felines each began to dart forward as fast as they could, allowing yowls to escape from them, she would do the same.
Leopardheart's long stride carried her toward the enemy as she heard the cats around her let out there vicious war calls. The enemies approached with equal noise. The felines all clashed, meeting viciously. She charged on, moving toward a cat in her path. The cat seemed to have set her as the target. The feline sprang into the air, seeming to aim for the left shoulder before shifting her weight, course heading for the other's paws.
The leopard-like cat would attempt to send the other cat to the ground by colliding with the other's paws before attempting to pounce onto the enemy, claws unsheathed and ready to rake across her opponent if she managed to pin the other cat. Hopefully, Leopardheart could scare this feline into retreating without doing to much damage.
My blood is shared with..
No one.
On another note..
Wow.. this took three entire pages and the first few lines of another! Leopardheart's bio on FLC wasn't anywhere near this good. Should I replace Leopardheart's bio on the other site with this one, Mio-Mewy?
