Probably what I posted in cat-share.
A long-haired black smoke cat with amber eyes.
How they walk, any accent, decription of build, weight class, scars and resting facial expression.
A detailed personality
Consider traits, 2 negative, 2 positive, 2 neutral, 1 unique
Flower petals cascaded to the ground as a warm breeze lifted the spirits of every soul who lived in this remote valley. This was a place of love and fortune, a place where the brooks ran into large lakes, where the ducks
and loon's swam in endless circles and the prey was never ending.
It was a place where River was the only soul, alone in paradise.
She had grown content over the moons ever since she found this haven, content that even with her solitude she was guaranteed safety. Her safety was thrown into question when a loner would roam their way into her paradise, a clean wit with a smile adorning their face.
His name was Kirlo and he was a charmer. There wasn't a moment they spent together that River didn't find herself smiling or laughing. The only time tears adorned her eyes were after his joking drover her to hysteric wheezing. He was everything she'd ever thought she'd want in a mate, so with a tentative question she asked him.
With a delighted smile he replied.
"Yes! Of course!"
They spent several long moons together, pleasantly enjoying the warm sun, the crisp air and the easy to catch prey. It was the most peaceful, happy time in her life.
Then it faded.
"I think I'm expecting kits!"
River whispered gently into Kirlo's side, fully expecting the welcoming reaction she had received when she confessed her love for Kirlo. Instead she felt his side stiffen as he straightened to attention. Even as his face flared with anger River silently hoped for a more positive reaction.
"How could this happen?"
Kirlo hissed angrily, standing to pace back and forth. River felt her ears duck back with shame as the tom became more and more riled up. As he paced, thinking to himself as he muttered curses towards the stars River let her mind roam. This was supposed to be a good thing, she was happy with it. They were in love, atleast she thought they were. As his anger didn't change she felt a swell of her own temper build up.
How could he? She understood being scared of kits, or maybe not wanting them but this? This was juvenile at best and upsetting at worst. She wanted to yell at him, to scream that he'd have let her fall in love. She racked her mind, trying to think of a time she spoke to him about her dream of having children. The more she thought about it the more she struggled to remember.
Had she surprised him with this? She could have sworn after everything he had been on board with the idea.
The anger slipped out of her grip and she was left helpless as Kirlo shook his head, and muttered a goodbye, disappearing into the foliage. She could have shouted, she could have tried to fight him but on that day she learnt something about herself. She didn't have a leg to stand on when it came to standing up for herself. She'd always be the one backing down from conflict.
And then just like that, she was alone in paradise again. [530/200]
History from moon 19 to MackerelReef's death
Everything from FlowerReef's corronation to her death
Plans for this cats furture, including
Favourites: - [season], - [prey], - [weather].
Kits: BrookShade, LoonThorn, PuddleKit