Post by Basil<< on Jul 31, 2007 18:45:08 GMT -5
Name//
Anastasia (Ana)
Age//
Ten months
Rank&&Posse//
Slave Member; A.E.
Gender//
She-cat
Appearance//
Face
Form
Ana is fairly pretty, but there isn’t anything overly special about her. She’s a reddish-brown tabby, simple as that. The stripes on her pelt are a rich chocolate brown, and stand out quite well on her light red base coat. Her chest, stomach, paws, and muzzle are all bright snowy white. Her eyes, they are not a special color, really. They are a soft golden yellow. The only thing that makes them special is the sweet innocent glow that bewitches most cats.
She is still fairly young, so she has really soft fur. Her voice is light and soft, and her laugh is a light tinkle. She is delicate and graceful. However, she is fast and cunning. She has had to fight quite a few cats, even though she is so young. As a slave in training, she was prey to quite a few Achrome toms, but with her wit and speed, she has escaped the worst.
She is almost done with her training, so she has a good wealth of fresh knowledge and skill. She learned from the best of the best. She was taught about herbs and healing from the slave Callie, and about slave etiquette from the old slave Deena. She also has accumulated a bunch of fighting techniques from any slave who would help. Who knows how long she will remember all that she has learned, but right now she is ready for anything.
Personality//
Sweet.
Yeah, she’s pretty sweet. She has a sugary voice, and she always has a positive spin for any situation. She is really good at finding the silver lining; there has been only a few times when she hasn’t been able to. She has a soft heart and quickly forgives. She knows such sweetness is foolish, but she hates only one thing-hate itself. Yet there are cats in her clan which do not hold her favor, make no mistake. She just holds it inside, deep down. Someday, for sure, it will all crash out, but for now she remains sweet and positive.
Soft.
This kind of goes with the sweet thing, but a little different. Just about everything about her is soft, but for her resolve and her mind. She is soft spoken, and doesn’t ever swear or anything like that. She doesn’t normally raise her voice, and can sometimes be taken as meek; she’s anything but, but she is not one to stand up with loud words and fighting at the same time.
Fire.
Most cats wouldn’t see this part of Ana. This is what she saves for when she is by herself. She has a lot of spunk, a lot of anger, but she suppresses it so deep even she sometimes forgets it is there. She has only ever thrown it at a couple cats, and she has regretted it forever. Maybe that is why she is the way she is now; who knows, really.
Curious.
Now, this really didn’t need to be included, but it is anyways. Ana has the curiosity that any young cat does, and she has learned to be discreet about it. She knows all the gossip about every situation, and always has something to add to a conversation. Whether she will or not, though, is always a mystery.
Innocent.
Well, sort of. In some ways, Ana doesn’t know what the real world is like. She has escaped some of the dark things other cats have had to go through by luck and cunning, and she has never strayed from achrome’s lands. However, Ana has a few dark things in her past that have disillusioned her from the magical world she lived in as a kit.
Longing.
Surprising as it may seem, Ana has a crush on another cat in the posse. No cat but herself knows who it is, and she keeps it to herself quite well. However, it may come out after a long time. Plus, it may surprise quite a few cats. She doesn’t know why she likes him, but she does.
History//
Ana wasn’t always a slave. She was born to an individualist and an achrome posse member. Her mother, the individualist, liked the dark mentality that her father possessed, and her father liked that she liked it. It was as simple as that. Their relationship was purely primal, but they both had a heart, somewhat.
Grady, her father, was considered weak by his clan, and Alisha was shunned by her friends because of who she loved. They were both outcasts and they liked it that way. They met often on the borders of their worlds, sharing their histories and getting to know each other well.
Then one day Alisha didn’t show up for their meeting. Grady, worried, left his posse to find her. He only had to search for a couple days before he found her. She was sick in an alley on the edge of town. They stayed there for a month, discovering soon that Alisha was going to have kits.
Alisha was weak and her mind was unraveling at the edges; close to the birth date she was beginning to go a bit insane. It hurt Grady so much to see his love like this, but he stuck with her the whole time. He just loved her even more for fighting through all of it, just for their kits.
The day came when the kits would come, and three came. The first two were still born, but the third survived. She was named Anastasia by her mother, the last sane thing Alisha would ever do. Soon after the birth Alisha left while Grady was sleeping, never to be seen again.
Grady brought the kit to his posse in desperation, hoping one of the queens would take her. However, after finding out this kit was born of a cat that was not posse blood, Grady was forced to give it to a slave who had two kits. So Ana was raised as a slave, but always had a little special treatment because her father was posse cat.
She reveled in this treatment until her father died of a severe cold, when Ana and her littermates were around six months old. That was the day when her world went a shade darker. She took her grief out on her two littermates, Harper and Roz. Roz was a very weak and impressionable cat, and took all of what Ana had said to her to heart.
Roz disappeared for a month until her dead body was found just outside a foxes den. Harper, however, was a strong cat, but he loved his foster sister so dearly that he was crushed by her harsh words. He disappeared also, only a week after Roz did. He’s been seen by others wandering the lonely alleyways as an individualist.
Ana's anger was replaced by remorse for a long time, then moved on to anger again, but this time directed at herself. She would not forgive herself for a long time, long after her present age. She promised herself only a few months ago that she would never show so much anger to any cat, as long as she lived. It was a ridiculous promise, but she has kept it for a few months now.
Anastasia (Ana)
Age//
Ten months
Rank&&Posse//
Gender//
She-cat
Appearance//
Face
Form
Ana is fairly pretty, but there isn’t anything overly special about her. She’s a reddish-brown tabby, simple as that. The stripes on her pelt are a rich chocolate brown, and stand out quite well on her light red base coat. Her chest, stomach, paws, and muzzle are all bright snowy white. Her eyes, they are not a special color, really. They are a soft golden yellow. The only thing that makes them special is the sweet innocent glow that bewitches most cats.
She is still fairly young, so she has really soft fur. Her voice is light and soft, and her laugh is a light tinkle. She is delicate and graceful. However, she is fast and cunning. She has had to fight quite a few cats, even though she is so young. As a slave in training, she was prey to quite a few Achrome toms, but with her wit and speed, she has escaped the worst.
She is almost done with her training, so she has a good wealth of fresh knowledge and skill. She learned from the best of the best. She was taught about herbs and healing from the slave Callie, and about slave etiquette from the old slave Deena. She also has accumulated a bunch of fighting techniques from any slave who would help. Who knows how long she will remember all that she has learned, but right now she is ready for anything.
Personality//
Sweet.
Yeah, she’s pretty sweet. She has a sugary voice, and she always has a positive spin for any situation. She is really good at finding the silver lining; there has been only a few times when she hasn’t been able to. She has a soft heart and quickly forgives. She knows such sweetness is foolish, but she hates only one thing-hate itself. Yet there are cats in her clan which do not hold her favor, make no mistake. She just holds it inside, deep down. Someday, for sure, it will all crash out, but for now she remains sweet and positive.
Soft.
This kind of goes with the sweet thing, but a little different. Just about everything about her is soft, but for her resolve and her mind. She is soft spoken, and doesn’t ever swear or anything like that. She doesn’t normally raise her voice, and can sometimes be taken as meek; she’s anything but, but she is not one to stand up with loud words and fighting at the same time.
Fire.
Most cats wouldn’t see this part of Ana. This is what she saves for when she is by herself. She has a lot of spunk, a lot of anger, but she suppresses it so deep even she sometimes forgets it is there. She has only ever thrown it at a couple cats, and she has regretted it forever. Maybe that is why she is the way she is now; who knows, really.
Curious.
Now, this really didn’t need to be included, but it is anyways. Ana has the curiosity that any young cat does, and she has learned to be discreet about it. She knows all the gossip about every situation, and always has something to add to a conversation. Whether she will or not, though, is always a mystery.
Innocent.
Well, sort of. In some ways, Ana doesn’t know what the real world is like. She has escaped some of the dark things other cats have had to go through by luck and cunning, and she has never strayed from achrome’s lands. However, Ana has a few dark things in her past that have disillusioned her from the magical world she lived in as a kit.
Longing.
Surprising as it may seem, Ana has a crush on another cat in the posse. No cat but herself knows who it is, and she keeps it to herself quite well. However, it may come out after a long time. Plus, it may surprise quite a few cats. She doesn’t know why she likes him, but she does.
History//
Ana wasn’t always a slave. She was born to an individualist and an achrome posse member. Her mother, the individualist, liked the dark mentality that her father possessed, and her father liked that she liked it. It was as simple as that. Their relationship was purely primal, but they both had a heart, somewhat.
Grady, her father, was considered weak by his clan, and Alisha was shunned by her friends because of who she loved. They were both outcasts and they liked it that way. They met often on the borders of their worlds, sharing their histories and getting to know each other well.
Then one day Alisha didn’t show up for their meeting. Grady, worried, left his posse to find her. He only had to search for a couple days before he found her. She was sick in an alley on the edge of town. They stayed there for a month, discovering soon that Alisha was going to have kits.
Alisha was weak and her mind was unraveling at the edges; close to the birth date she was beginning to go a bit insane. It hurt Grady so much to see his love like this, but he stuck with her the whole time. He just loved her even more for fighting through all of it, just for their kits.
The day came when the kits would come, and three came. The first two were still born, but the third survived. She was named Anastasia by her mother, the last sane thing Alisha would ever do. Soon after the birth Alisha left while Grady was sleeping, never to be seen again.
Grady brought the kit to his posse in desperation, hoping one of the queens would take her. However, after finding out this kit was born of a cat that was not posse blood, Grady was forced to give it to a slave who had two kits. So Ana was raised as a slave, but always had a little special treatment because her father was posse cat.
She reveled in this treatment until her father died of a severe cold, when Ana and her littermates were around six months old. That was the day when her world went a shade darker. She took her grief out on her two littermates, Harper and Roz. Roz was a very weak and impressionable cat, and took all of what Ana had said to her to heart.
Roz disappeared for a month until her dead body was found just outside a foxes den. Harper, however, was a strong cat, but he loved his foster sister so dearly that he was crushed by her harsh words. He disappeared also, only a week after Roz did. He’s been seen by others wandering the lonely alleyways as an individualist.
Ana's anger was replaced by remorse for a long time, then moved on to anger again, but this time directed at herself. She would not forgive herself for a long time, long after her present age. She promised herself only a few months ago that she would never show so much anger to any cat, as long as she lived. It was a ridiculous promise, but she has kept it for a few months now.
