JustJoye
November 29th, 2016, 11:03 AM
Peach's Info;
Age: 27 Moons
Rank: (former)Commander, (current) N/A
Gender: Female, Molly
Personality: Peach is a totally sarcastic cat. She can make remarks left and right and never even think about the feelings of others... On occasion. This grey and orange tortie can come off as a girl with a dual-personality or someone with just two different ways of seeing the same thing. Though it is true Peach is deceptive and cunning, quick on her paws and has a substantial brain in her noggin, she can also be vaguely comedic and enjoy spending time with her pals. She's hard to get along with, but usually makes an effort to be intimate with her groupees if she can. As a bit of a workaholic, though, Peach could preoccupy himself unconsciously by worrying about the Clans or working out Syndicate plots for hours on end. Getting herself wrapped up in her responsibilities could be stressful for her and the cats around her, and she often ends up sleep-deprived in the consecutive couple of days. It's a bad combination, sarcasm and drowsiness, and often has her say something she later regrets, and then she has to apologize to whomever or whatever she offended. Peach is extremely independent, and tries to be. She believes that she has no right to place others as "safety nets", or people to fall back on if she were to fail in something. Rather than doing that, Peach tends to work out her plans for life very carefully, and makes an effort to ensure herself that they will work. She can be a bit petrified of the unknown future, but is good at hiding her emotions in conversation and just overall, a good skill for her former occupation.
Traits: Sarcastic, Unthoughtful, Deceptive, Cunning, Sly, Smart, Tries To be Intimate, Workaholic
Residence: (former)The Dusk Syndicate, (current Peach's Place)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Education: Educator- Unknown, Apprentice- None
Friends: (former)Fang, Lucky, Locus
Interest: Former Love Triangle With Fang and Lucky
Mate: None
Offspring: None, Semi-Sane
Family: Gyrewind(step-brother), Lilacdew(step-sister), Aspenbranch(step-brother)
Current Plot: None
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A ray of moonlight, silver through the foggy air, penetrated the tree tops, willing itself to shine down through the trunks and eventually rest on the floor of the clearing. To it's right lay a cat, orange and grey, white and black. Her eyes flew open, the speed of a humming bird's wing and her pupils dilated upon noticing the light. A low rumble grew in her throat. Stupid moon, she thought, can't leave a gal alone for two seconds. Her ears drew back and she rolled her shoulder, forcing herself away from the illuminated spot so as to sleep better. But sleep didn't come. Upon leaving the Syndicate so many moons ago, Peach had become restless, even when she so desperately needed sleep. Her talents, deception, cunning, sarcasm, were wasted, put to no use out here on her own. She'd thought breifly, for a few sunrises, about going back. Leaving her secluded hollow of loneliness and returning to her former home, but she couldn't. Gone were the days that she was looked to as a guide, a leader, and, to some, a love interest. Gone were the endless nights awake, plotting against to Clans, using her magnificent brain to it's full extent. If she went back, she'd be punished, exiled, sent away and rejected by her former friends. So as she sat there, in the moonlit clearing, she forced the memories out of her head. She finally slept. Dreamless. Hopeless.
Age: 27 Moons
Rank: (former)Commander, (current) N/A
Gender: Female, Molly
Personality: Peach is a totally sarcastic cat. She can make remarks left and right and never even think about the feelings of others... On occasion. This grey and orange tortie can come off as a girl with a dual-personality or someone with just two different ways of seeing the same thing. Though it is true Peach is deceptive and cunning, quick on her paws and has a substantial brain in her noggin, she can also be vaguely comedic and enjoy spending time with her pals. She's hard to get along with, but usually makes an effort to be intimate with her groupees if she can. As a bit of a workaholic, though, Peach could preoccupy himself unconsciously by worrying about the Clans or working out Syndicate plots for hours on end. Getting herself wrapped up in her responsibilities could be stressful for her and the cats around her, and she often ends up sleep-deprived in the consecutive couple of days. It's a bad combination, sarcasm and drowsiness, and often has her say something she later regrets, and then she has to apologize to whomever or whatever she offended. Peach is extremely independent, and tries to be. She believes that she has no right to place others as "safety nets", or people to fall back on if she were to fail in something. Rather than doing that, Peach tends to work out her plans for life very carefully, and makes an effort to ensure herself that they will work. She can be a bit petrified of the unknown future, but is good at hiding her emotions in conversation and just overall, a good skill for her former occupation.
Traits: Sarcastic, Unthoughtful, Deceptive, Cunning, Sly, Smart, Tries To be Intimate, Workaholic
Residence: (former)The Dusk Syndicate, (current Peach's Place)
Sexuality: Bisexual
Education: Educator- Unknown, Apprentice- None
Friends: (former)Fang, Lucky, Locus
Interest: Former Love Triangle With Fang and Lucky
Mate: None
Offspring: None, Semi-Sane
Family: Gyrewind(step-brother), Lilacdew(step-sister), Aspenbranch(step-brother)
Current Plot: None
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A ray of moonlight, silver through the foggy air, penetrated the tree tops, willing itself to shine down through the trunks and eventually rest on the floor of the clearing. To it's right lay a cat, orange and grey, white and black. Her eyes flew open, the speed of a humming bird's wing and her pupils dilated upon noticing the light. A low rumble grew in her throat. Stupid moon, she thought, can't leave a gal alone for two seconds. Her ears drew back and she rolled her shoulder, forcing herself away from the illuminated spot so as to sleep better. But sleep didn't come. Upon leaving the Syndicate so many moons ago, Peach had become restless, even when she so desperately needed sleep. Her talents, deception, cunning, sarcasm, were wasted, put to no use out here on her own. She'd thought breifly, for a few sunrises, about going back. Leaving her secluded hollow of loneliness and returning to her former home, but she couldn't. Gone were the days that she was looked to as a guide, a leader, and, to some, a love interest. Gone were the endless nights awake, plotting against to Clans, using her magnificent brain to it's full extent. If she went back, she'd be punished, exiled, sent away and rejected by her former friends. So as she sat there, in the moonlit clearing, she forced the memories out of her head. She finally slept. Dreamless. Hopeless.