[Aquarius]

Name
Brindlemist

Age
29 Moons

Gender
Female

Sexuality
Heterosexual

Appearance

 

Brindlemist is a reddish-brown she-cat with darker tabby stripes, and sports a white muzzle, chest, and paws and tailtip. Her ears are slightly tufted, since she is part maine-coon. Her eyes are her most striking feature, with one being blue and one being green, giving her the rare odd-eyed trait. One of her ears has several nicks in it, giving her a fierce appearance. She also has a scar above her nose which she gained in the flood, because she helped one of the queens carry their kits out and got snagged on a bramble, so she could spare the kit the pain. She overall could be considered a normal cat despite her eyes, and she enjoys blending in with the other warriors of ShadowClan. She is slightly taller than the average, but many other warriors in the Clan match her height. Her fur is long but her tail is stub, much like her mother's, but since her fur is slightly longer it gives her tail a fawn-like appearance. She often grooms herself and prefers a classy appearance over a rough looking one.

Personality
Brindlemist was considered smart as an apprentice, but at times she can often be quite naive and not understand the meaning of something (precisely the reason she never wanted to be a medicine cat). She is quite ambitious but tends to keep this private, and her aspirations are not known to others. She loves to help others and would do anything to make her Clan a safe environment, but she doesn't always choose words over battle. She cannot be considered reckless, but she is quite nearsighted when it comes to her Clan. If there were two kits and she could only save one, she would save whichever one has more ShadowClan heritage. She is deeply loyal to her Clan and would do anything for it, and would never go against it unless she was severely prompted against her personal standards. She never judges any cat in order to make more friends, but because of this she is neutral with everyone and doesn't have many close friends. Despite this most cats would say they have nothing against her. She is quite the talkative cat and will always oblige to talking to someone and having a conversation. She talks a lot which gives her a somewhat annoying air to those who dislike cats who never shut up. She makes quick decisions and they often are the ones that benefit the most number of cats, and she doesn't believe that it's every cat for theirself. Sometimes she has periods where she goes dark and quiet, among her own thoughts, but she usually drags herself out of them as soon as she is able to. Basically, she is strong and leaderly but can be naive, powerful but weak to stand up to authority, has deep personal intentions and loyalty but cares for her Clan above others, and is intelligent but so talkative she can become a bother.

PPD
0.70 (It's so low because I joined the new site the day/day after it was put up but I took a hiatus soon after, but I've been back for several months! c: )

Roleplay Example

 

Risingmoon smiled at her expression, but was perplexed by it too. Ignoring his thoughts, he pricked his ears at her question, purring slightly. Maybe he had been apprentices with her, but he couldn't remember. As his mentor, Quailleap would have said something along the lines about how he was always "veering off". If only his old mentor could see him now - a full fledged warrior. But Quailleap had ran off, disappeared, left his Clan behind, but it wasn't really much of a shock to Risingmoon, anyways.
"I'm 24 moons," he replied. Not much older than her. He almost asked who her mentor was, when he remembered that she had joined the Clan and became a warrior, probably not having a mentor.

 

As the molly confessed to her about her vague mid-life crisis, Darkzephyr cocked his head at her, but he decided not to press it and he gave a false frown of sympathy. He hated, with every minute, this act, but the more he kept it up, the easier it got to him, and he found himself relaxing in his new charismatic personality. The black tom saw as Caracalfrost stared intently at her paws, scrutinizing them as if they were more important than the conversation at hand. He noticed the subtle movements she made when she was thinking about her best friend, how her tail slightly flicked and her eyes narrowed. Darkzephyr imagined it hadn't been a happy situation, and there was some impediment, but he figured he would find out in time, if all went smoothly. Why wouldn't it go smoothly? He was the puppeteer, and she - and all the other cats he had under his paw - were the helpless puppets. Surely his plan was foolproof. No one would ever know his true intentions.

"That's unfortunate," murmured Darkzephyr, glancing at the she-cat, hiding fake pity in his gaze. He couldn't understand why the pathetic she-cat would waste her time on love. Before he knew that, he would have almost considered her slightly intelligent! But Caracalfrost was slipping, revealing more and more of herself every moment. "Everything comes full circle though. I'm sure you'll have the life you aspire, one day." What a bland statement! The tom figured she wanted a family life. To have a mate and kits. Well, if that was her wish, little did she know how he would make it come true, one way or another. As much as she was minor, she was a fairly large part in his legacy. Maybe he'd develop an emotion more real, only if just a sliver. As a kit, he had been told to fake it until he made it. He believed with his soul that that would not occur - either way, this she-cat had already committed herself to his plot, whether she realized it or not.

Any other cat would think he was sick, cruel, and terrible, if they could truly step inside his mind. But to him, he was none of that - he was simply hardened by years of harsh lessons taught to him through unfortunate events. He grew tired of the pain and loss and ossified, so anything that would traumatize another cat just simply bounced off of his shell. Simply putting it, he had emotionally lost feeling. He didn't feel happy, but he never felt sad. He never felt supportive, but he never was angry, unless something happened to not go his way - which was rare, because up until now, he had barely had any furture plans anyway.

But no one needed to know that, especially not Caracalfrost. So sitting there, he had forced himself to act, to improvise, to do anything it took to manipulate her mind to make her see him as the cat he needed her to see. At least, that seemed simple enough.

 

The conversation was finally beginning to go to Aquarius's head. Her short fuse was nearly burned out, and she felt a fire beginning to blaze in the pits of her soul. She could feel it's warmth spread through the blood throughout her body, the blood she urged to spill. She could almost imagine the crimson drops spilling out onto the ground, in a pool around her, the darkness of the deed staining her fur scarlet, and the horrid look in her eyes...

But wait. That couldn't be right.
The body she imagined bleeding on the hillside was none but her own.

But the scene seemed to energize her, she realized while a sickening feeling crept into her throat, stopping her from speaking. She felt like she was choking on her imagination, the scene all too vivid in her head. And yet, it somehow seemed like she craved that. Her own death. Like she longed for it to happen.

Horror burned in her eyes and she was determined to hide it from him, although her emotion was anything but subtle. She barely heard Stephanotis's words as he said something snarky to her, and she could just barely register as he began to casually stretch, digging his claws into the dirt as he stood back up, as if that had been nothing but a morning routine. As if he was oblivious to the effect he had on her, or as if this had been his plan all along at the same time. The sheer thought of it terrified Aquarius, right down to her bone, and she felt the fire in her anger die down slightly, only to be replaced by mere horror.

"I'm not s-small," the molly shot back, swallowing the lump in her throat. She bristled her fur so that she was twice her normal size, with her neck and tail bushed up, but even so, the tom still seemed to be larger. He had an ominous look in his eyes, and Aquarius needed to know who this cat was, and why he would even be engaging in a conversation with her. There must have been some ulterior motive, but Aquarius was anything but close to figuring out what it was. She forced herself not to stammer, so she could finally spit out an enraged response. Now, instead of a fiery enragement, she seemed to have a cold fury burning within her. Something icy and slightly more controllable. "Well you're anything but, so you can keep dreaming," she sneered, curling her lip up to expose her fangs. Finally she said something that broke through to him, and felt a shiver go down her spine as he growled in response. If she was honest, she was pleased that she had been able to annoy him, as he showed with his not so subtle growl. It took everything she had not to smirk with delight.

"If I had to be around you for more than five minutes, I would kill myself," Aquarius snarled. Even though it had just been a stupid retort the tom had shot at her, she had still felt infuriated by it. By every little thing he said, actually. It seemed to shock her, actually. How worked up she could get over next-to-nothing. But more than that, she was surprised by her own comment. Why had she said such a horrid thing? It made her remember the scene she had conjured up, and she felt another lump rise in her throat as she figured they might be connected.

Aquarius felt like just walking away from the entire situation, and never having to deal with this tom again, but it was as if her paws were rooted to the ground. There was absolutely nothing she was able to do - her words was the only defense she had, and even then they didn't seem strong enough. She felt as if she was falling apart. "I'm violent if I have to. You don't want to see the violent side of me," she warned, remembering how someone had once commented on the death of her old friend. She had clawed them, and they had walked away dripping with blood, and did everything they could to stay out of her way. But she hadn't been able to control herself - she wasn't a fighter by heart, only by influence. "Don't taunt me," she snapped. "You'll regret it. I swear you will."

As a snarl emitted from her oppenent, Aquarius felt that emotion again - that spark of delight, every time she was able to break his confident shell. Unaware if that was a good or bad thing, her tail lashed behind her. Suddenly she saw the tom walking towards her, and she felt the urge to back away, wondering if a fight was about to ensue. But once again, her paws were rooted, and she felt her entire body turn to ice, her fur standing on end. As the tom passed her, she shivered quickly as she felt his muzzle brush her ear. She didn't want this cat anywhere near her. She wanted to be as far away as possible from his presence.

"A head s-start..." repeated Aquarius, trying to figure out what was happening. Maybe today she had to fight. Maybe, maybe this was her chance to prove herself. Maybe a fight would do good for her reputation.

Or, she would die at the claws of this... this monster, disguised as as a lamb. A wolf in lamb's clothing. The worst type of cat.

As the tom spoke again, the molly whipped around, about to take the challenge, an anger sparking in her when he mentioned something about her being a hunter. How dare he use rank to define her - she wasn't about to let him get away with it, but at the same time, what could she do? She felt helplessly trapped, like a kit in a cave with a wolf. No way out.

No way out but death.
Is that what this fight would lead to?

"What are you?" Snarled Aquarius, louder than she meant it. She needed the answer, she craved the answer. There was something deeply, terribly wrong with this cat and his influence.

Something wrong with this situation, horror coursing through her nerves as she watched the tom simply walk away.

Why Might they be Picked by Goldenstar?
Brindlemist has never been the type of cat to hang back, and she is loyal to her Clan, even if that means she makes the wrong decisions for herself or for the safety of others who are not part of ShadowClan. She is mostly kind and likes to present herself in a neat manner, so she always seems to have a confident and clean air even if her self-esteem was really low. She always tried to show that maybe one day she wanted to be of a higher status, because she feels like in order to have cats like and enjoy her she needed to be noticed, but she always kept her ambitions to herself because she didn't want to seem pompous. She talks a lot and Goldenstar might find that to be insightful, and hopefully won't see it as senseless gossip! Brindlemist tends to think things over as she's speaking, enlarging her sentences and furthering a conversation in a way many other cats can't, and her leader might see that as a strength and an asset for ShadowClan.

Any plot ideas? (( Optional ))
I'm open to anything, really!

Anything else
Nope c:

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