FOXGLOVE - LONER

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NAME:

foxglove.

RANK:

loner.

GENDER:

female.

CLAN:

none.

AGE:

six moons.

CLICK.

PERSONALITY:

the first thought one would think if they happened to cross paths with this she-cat is usually always the same: she's young, very much so, and very beautiful to the eye. upbeat, impulsive, playful, friendly, quick to anger about some of the smallest things and nearly almost always sporting a neat little smirk across her maw, everything about this young female at first glance screams absolutely no threat whatsoever. however, behind that pretty face and youthful glow is a cat you wouldn't want to meet alone in a dark place at night. for most of her young life, she's had it rough, and it's hardened her to the ways of the world. living on her own with only herself to trust since she could walk straight, foxglove has had to train herself how to survive, and do so quickly. in her world, it's survival of the fittest, and she believes if she falls below the standard for even a second, she's dead. a cautious soul, foxglove sticks to the shadows most of the time, having learned how to use the darkness to her advantage; her skills in stealth are second to none, able to sneak upon cats without being seen or heard until its far too late, a fact she takes pride in. her skills in hunting and fighting are also beyond what most cats her age can do, as she's able to hunt different types of prey without problem, and can hold her own against cats much larger than herself; although she'll never make the first move, if challenged for any reason, she'll finish it. so far, she's gone undefeated in her battles.

getting to this point of skill however was not the work of talent alone, though. living through a life of trial and error, where one mistake can spell disaster at any minute, it helps to have a sharp mind as well as sharp claws, and foxglove has both at her disposal. her intelligent is truly frightening, and is the reason she has survived this long all by herself. stolen away by a group of rogues from a twoleg's garden, she was destined to be a slave, until by chance she watched a bird swallow a nearby yew berry without dying and learned the trick herself and used it in front of the rogues. out of fear, she was induced into the rough group as a member, starting on the lowest rank they gave. it is there she learned how to fight in order to rise up in rank, how to hunt in order to feed the higher ranking member, and how to steal from others in order to feed herself, skills she would use later on in life. another show of her intelligence and cunning came when she turned four moons old; still a member of the rogues, a chance find of a dead badger with a poisonous toad in its mouth gave her the idea of how she could break away from them without worry, and for the next two moons she carefully, methodically and patiently began to thin the ranks of the rogues, either by ambush or poison in their food. then, just before she reached her sixth moon, she went out and she caught one of the toxic toads, lacing her claws the deadly toxin in its skin before returning to challenge the remaining rogues. one by one, they each fell to the toxin or to a wound by her claws, and when it was all said and done, she left their bodies there to rot.

since the end of her days under the rogues, she's been wandering around the forest, although it hasn't been much easier. but without the rogues baring down her back, she can freely express what she wants, and go wherever she wishes, which even includes the clan territories as far as she's concerned. she hasn't stopped honing her skills, and continues to exercise them in any way she can, more often than not making fools of any warriors who attempt to catch her, a fact that makes her smile in glee. since leaving the rogue's hideout for the last time, foxglove has grown a little more into her own skin, and has even grown a cloak of mystery over herself; behind her short temper, she is very calm and levelheaded, a trait that comes out in the most serious of situations, and will often sink into deep thought when left alone. most of these thoughts however, if there is no obvious concern at the time, direct back to the black part of her memory, a place she cannot seem to bring to light no matter how hard she tries. a massive scar that drags down her head and face robbed her of her memory of the time before the rogues, her earliest one being waking up at one moon of age in the vet's back office before being taken to a twoleg's nest to recover from her injuries. while most of it is a haze, she visibly remembers the cold of the cage, and the scent of the forest stuck in her nose. it is the reason she wanted to be free of the rogues, the reason she now wanders the forest. she wants to put the last pieces of her memory back into place... and figure out what happened to make her lose them in the first place...

FAMILY MEMBERS:

• unknown family, she can't remember.

OTHER:
[occ name]

snowy.

[other accounts]

sunstar, mousecatcher, thunderstorm, tigerfang, rosethorn, hawkpaw, silverstep.

[anything else?]

let me introduce the coldest cat in the world. 83