Post by Silvercloud/Minnowpaw on Dec 10, 2010 11:06:34 GMT -5
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Name: Wasula ((means storm in Native American. Wa-ZOO-la))
Gender: She-cat (Female)
Age: 48 moons
Clan: Clanless
Rank: Rogue
Apprentice: Anevay
Love Interest: None at the moment
Kin: No one on this site
Description:
Wasula is a Siamese cross, as for the rest of mix its hard to say. One of the most notable features about the Siamese is its well defined triangular head. Wasula's head isn't quite as defined, her's is thicker and rounder. She does have a dark colored mask like the breed. The mask is a stormy mottled black that fades into a pale fawn color. Her ears are solid onyx black except the left ear has a few patches of a pale tanish cream color near the tip. A small stripe runs down to her black nose.
Her body is very similar to the Siamese. She is long and elegant like oriential breeds with a long tail. Unlike most oriential breeds though her legs are thicker and she has large paws instead of the normal dainty ones. Her main body color is a paler version of the tawny color found on Siamese. Her chest and belly are even paler. Her body isn't solid though. Many patches of the mottled stormy black roan color can be found.
Her legs and tail start off as a pretty blue gray, like the color found on blue merle australian shepherds. The color eventually darkens to black the further you go. Mackeral tabby markings are visible within the lighter colors on the legs and tail.
Her paw pads are black and dark brown. A most unusual thing about her is that the seaths for her claws are a beautiful dark auburn color. Her eyes are a cold pale blue that is darker near the pupil. A large, distinct scar cover her right eye. It looks like a large and long claw mark.
Personality:
Wasula is very stubborn and headstrong. It isn't easy to persuade her once her mind is made up, she truly has an iron will. She tends to be impulsive, acting first and thinking later. She can't stand the cats who are slow and cautious. She is more of an adrenaline junkie who is ready to fight for a just cause.
All of this may seem to say she has no patience which isn't entirely true. She does think and won't rush into something willy nilly with out at least a tiny plan. She is an excellent fighter, you'll be hard pressed to find another of such caliber. What makes her such an effective fighter is that she puts her heart and soul into fight, she never does things for the fun of it. If you haven't figured it out Wasula is certainly not a dainty little she-cat, I even wonder sometimes if she knows she is a she-cat at all with her tough guy attitude.
Wasula's loyalty is something very great indeed. If you have earned her trust then you have her loyalty. She is willing to risk her life and won't think twice about it. This she-cat is capable of feeling love and being compassionate, just not openly. Like a good warrior Wasula hides her fear and tears. She thinks they are a sign of weakness. She however has no problem expressing her anger. Trust me it would be far better if you just stayed on her good side and kept clear when she is angry, sometimes it doesn't take much.
History:
Wasula was born a kitty pet to a kitty pet mother. Her father was an elusive, tough alley cat. From the moment she was able to walk, Wasula could hardly be contained. She was always on the move and picking fights with her two brothers. The two-legs were mad and hated cleaning up after the adventours and destructive kits.
At about five moons old Wasula's world would change forever. She was seperated from her family and dumped on the streets. Sure she'd left the house and gone exploring but she had been take away by a monster and had escaped as soon the the oppurtunity had presented itself. Now she was lost and allone in a strange new world.
Wasula quickly learned the ways of the streets and joined up with a gang. They called themselves Bloodmoon and had a system very similar to the Clans. These cats weren't very ruthless as the name might suggest but they were a group to be feared if a fight ever broke out.
For many seasons Wasula lived with Bloodmoon and she eventually rose to the rank equivalent of deputy. During her stay with Bloodmoon she met Anevay, a young and hyper Korat. Anevay was her's to train the art of street survival.
Wasula had been showing her apprentice around their territory when the dread two-legs caught them. The pair and the rest of their patrol was also caught and thrown into a monster.
Wasula isn't sure what happened to the others but she and Anevay stayed together, they were even adopted together. The pair didn't remian with the two-legs long and escaped in Green-leaf during their vacation to the lake.
During one exploration of their new surrounding Anevay was mortaly wounded by a dog on the moor, just outside of WindClan territory. Wasula blames herself for the death of her closest friend and has become very bitter and withdrawn. She now wanders amoung the Clans, usually in ShadowClan or Thunderclan.
Other:
Name: Wasula ((means storm in Native American. Wa-ZOO-la))
Gender: She-cat (Female)
Age: 48 moons
Clan: Clanless
Rank: Rogue
Apprentice: Anevay
Love Interest: None at the moment
Kin: No one on this site
Description:
Wasula is a Siamese cross, as for the rest of mix its hard to say. One of the most notable features about the Siamese is its well defined triangular head. Wasula's head isn't quite as defined, her's is thicker and rounder. She does have a dark colored mask like the breed. The mask is a stormy mottled black that fades into a pale fawn color. Her ears are solid onyx black except the left ear has a few patches of a pale tanish cream color near the tip. A small stripe runs down to her black nose.
Her body is very similar to the Siamese. She is long and elegant like oriential breeds with a long tail. Unlike most oriential breeds though her legs are thicker and she has large paws instead of the normal dainty ones. Her main body color is a paler version of the tawny color found on Siamese. Her chest and belly are even paler. Her body isn't solid though. Many patches of the mottled stormy black roan color can be found.
Her legs and tail start off as a pretty blue gray, like the color found on blue merle australian shepherds. The color eventually darkens to black the further you go. Mackeral tabby markings are visible within the lighter colors on the legs and tail.
Her paw pads are black and dark brown. A most unusual thing about her is that the seaths for her claws are a beautiful dark auburn color. Her eyes are a cold pale blue that is darker near the pupil. A large, distinct scar cover her right eye. It looks like a large and long claw mark.
Personality:
Wasula is very stubborn and headstrong. It isn't easy to persuade her once her mind is made up, she truly has an iron will. She tends to be impulsive, acting first and thinking later. She can't stand the cats who are slow and cautious. She is more of an adrenaline junkie who is ready to fight for a just cause.
All of this may seem to say she has no patience which isn't entirely true. She does think and won't rush into something willy nilly with out at least a tiny plan. She is an excellent fighter, you'll be hard pressed to find another of such caliber. What makes her such an effective fighter is that she puts her heart and soul into fight, she never does things for the fun of it. If you haven't figured it out Wasula is certainly not a dainty little she-cat, I even wonder sometimes if she knows she is a she-cat at all with her tough guy attitude.
Wasula's loyalty is something very great indeed. If you have earned her trust then you have her loyalty. She is willing to risk her life and won't think twice about it. This she-cat is capable of feeling love and being compassionate, just not openly. Like a good warrior Wasula hides her fear and tears. She thinks they are a sign of weakness. She however has no problem expressing her anger. Trust me it would be far better if you just stayed on her good side and kept clear when she is angry, sometimes it doesn't take much.
History:
Wasula was born a kitty pet to a kitty pet mother. Her father was an elusive, tough alley cat. From the moment she was able to walk, Wasula could hardly be contained. She was always on the move and picking fights with her two brothers. The two-legs were mad and hated cleaning up after the adventours and destructive kits.
At about five moons old Wasula's world would change forever. She was seperated from her family and dumped on the streets. Sure she'd left the house and gone exploring but she had been take away by a monster and had escaped as soon the the oppurtunity had presented itself. Now she was lost and allone in a strange new world.
Wasula quickly learned the ways of the streets and joined up with a gang. They called themselves Bloodmoon and had a system very similar to the Clans. These cats weren't very ruthless as the name might suggest but they were a group to be feared if a fight ever broke out.
For many seasons Wasula lived with Bloodmoon and she eventually rose to the rank equivalent of deputy. During her stay with Bloodmoon she met Anevay, a young and hyper Korat. Anevay was her's to train the art of street survival.
Wasula had been showing her apprentice around their territory when the dread two-legs caught them. The pair and the rest of their patrol was also caught and thrown into a monster.
Wasula isn't sure what happened to the others but she and Anevay stayed together, they were even adopted together. The pair didn't remian with the two-legs long and escaped in Green-leaf during their vacation to the lake.
During one exploration of their new surrounding Anevay was mortaly wounded by a dog on the moor, just outside of WindClan territory. Wasula blames herself for the death of her closest friend and has become very bitter and withdrawn. She now wanders amoung the Clans, usually in ShadowClan or Thunderclan.
Other: