Post by Sharktooth on Jan 20, 2007 22:50:51 GMT -5
Name: Tree
Age: 34 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: No Clan.
Rank: N/A
Mentor/Apprentice: N/A
Picture:
Description: Tree is a ginger colored she-cat, with clouded pale yellow eyes. She is very fluffed up, normally, giving her a very interesting look when the wind blws through her fur.
Personality: Tree is very relaxed, and smooth. She has lived through horrible times, when food was terribly low- along with the joyful moments when she felt like there was no worries in life. She is easy going, and flows with the river of decision. Tree enjoys going places where the wind can ruffle her fur.
History:
Tree glanced around and a burning stare prickled his fur. Suddenly, a roaring fox came soaring down from a higher ledge, and she dodged just in time to the left. Looking up, she saw a nice large tree.
The moment she sped up the tree, the creature clawed wildly at nothingness....except for Tree's tail.
The scar he left was breath taking.
Hence her name, Tree has always been one of the greatest tree-climbers the other cats have ever known...
Tree waited for the creature to begone, and scrambled down swiftly. Looking around, she cried
"Mother?"
Her voice echoed, and it was replied.
"Over here." Said a cracking voice- it didn't sound like her mother's very much.
"Mother?" She repeated, nearing the place where he heard the sound.
A giant twoleg monster roared out behind her.
It was a twoleg trap!
But then, where is mom?
Tree felt like a hairball was caught in her throat, even a while after she escaped the twolegs shooting things. Why were they trying to kill her? Where was mother?
She looked at his paws restlessly and realised mother wasn't coming back.
Later on in her life, she joined StormClan. But later, the recent leader died, and was replaced with the deputy, a harsh broad-shoulder tom. The new leader; Shadowstar; felt at competition with Tree, as he was strong and popular among the clan. As cover for his true jelousy, Shadowstar got the entire clan to believe she was a rotton mis-fit, a traitor among the clan. Then she was outcasted into the harsh, tough, loner life.
Never did she wish for a clan once more, where traitors surround you.
Mate:
Kits: None
Kin: His mother, who has died.