Ghostspirit [of] FuryClan

[[.G H O S T . C H A N .]]

the spirits gave me.xx

Ghostspirit

the moons I've lived.xx

26 and a half

my blood runs.xx

She-Cat

I was born and raised a.xx

FuryClan cat

honor me the rank of.xx

Deputy

take a picture, it lasts longer.xx

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Physical paintings are the best.xx

Ever since she was young Ghostspirit always had a small, lean body built for running and hiding. Her legs are long and strong with lean muscles and can go for miles. Her ears are large and made for hearing the wind and the steps of the prey. The only disadvantage is her pelt, a nice soft snowy white color, with no fleck of color. Her bright golden opticals are rimmed with a soft pink flesh cursing her an 'albino'. Her paws seemed to be dusty and her fur is always scruffy and unkept.

Quick Description:

A white albino she-cat with golden eyes. 26 moons.

Screw those mental paintings.xx

Ghostspirit may be small, but she sure has a temper. Her temper is concealed away by her usual serious demeanor. If a rule is broken, Ghostspirit makes sure that a punishment is taken. She isn't all that hard, though of her sharp-tongue and fiery attitude. A softness has her, towards elders, kits, and apprentices, even queens. She only shows this softness for ones in her clan. Her vocals are strange, smooth and mysterious, like a ghost. When her voice booms it has a mystical sound to it. In battle she is a totaly different cat. She is quick-witted and cunning, though of her small body she is fast. The small body often makes others worry and doubt her. This is what she hates the most. She often believes that her own clan hates her and wishes for a 'healthier' deputy. Others don't know it but she cries alot, wishing she had a normal sized body rather than the small one she posesses.

History:

Born she was the smallest kit, and had a rare disease. This disease made kits have smaller bodies than normal and not all the time was it a permanent disease, sometimes the kits grew out of it and became healthy. Ghostkit was not one of these kits. She grew up being the smallest kit of the liter. Her parents were horrible, shunning her away when they were always together. Ghostkit had to stay behind in the crowd while a meeting was going on. When she became an apprentice she had a forgetful mentor, her life had been terrible so far. If she hadn't kept reminding him about their lessons and training she would have never been trained.

Many of the cats of her Clan hated her. She was deadweight to them all. Deadweight. Ghostpaw was merely a ghost to everyone. When she was made a warrior no one chanted, no one. She worked harder than anybody else. Finally she was becoming noticed and a bit liked. She had even loved a warrior, though he had down right said that he would never love a small useless being like her. Her heart was crushed, and part of her became cold. Her strength was finally being revealed to the leader. The deputy had run off, he had betrayed them all. FuryClan was wary of its warriors, but the leader, Weststar, was not wary of Ghost. He made her deputy, and the warriors finally started trusting her.

IC:

The pure white she-cat stepped lightly out into the bushy area. A few low branches brushed along her sides as she took careful steps. Her small, lean bodice was rare for her age. Raising her slender head she tasted the air. Strong aromas filled her nostrils and she tasted many prey-scents on her tongue. Wings fluttered in the distance. A sparrow flew down, pecking at the floor for seeds and worms. Muscles rippled as she let out a silent hiss at her disadvantage. Crouching low she stalked quietly about the vegitation. Sharp golden opticals glared down upon brown feathered prey. Leaping out her small paws battered at the beating wings. Her jaws clipped at the back feathers. Ghost clawed it down, jaws encasing its neck as she tore its neck out. Holding up her prey she looked around. Turning she darted off to camp.


Other:

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Accepted!