Post by Leopard on Apr 17, 2016 14:57:33 GMT 8
Name: Myth
About the name: Myth chose her own name when she was apprentice aged. She chose the name Myth as she wanted to become a thing of legends even then.
Past names: Lily
Age: 88 moons
Gender: she-cat
Personality: Myth moves with a haughty, careless seeming grace and her voice has a deep, cold but has an almost whispery quality. Myth rarely yowls, preferring to drop her voice to its quietest or into a crooning purr when she's at her most dangerous. She's still a powerful and ambitious cat and not one to cross. She'd go to any level to get revenge. She can come off as coy, flirty or manipulative and there isn't much to her beneath this. She calls every cat kitten partially to see fully grown rogues and loners ruffle their fur and partially because for all she knows any black, brown, tortoiseshell, torbie or grey cat younger than around six years could be one of her kits. She is slightly softer when a cat gets beneath her exterior but she still isn't nice.
Mother: lithe grey tabby cat
Father: white tom (masking silver tabby)
Romantic Interest: none
Siblings: deceased
Kits: many (open)
Other family info:
Genetics: XoXo AA dd BB mcmc tata spsp Ii ss
Close friends:
Not so friendly with:
Pelt: Her pale grey, almost white pelt is glossy smooth and covers a muscled build even as age and scars have marred the once pure pelt. Her dark grey classic tabby stripes swirl evenly across her body and are perfectly symmetrical although they have grown more peppered with white hairs as she aged. Her eyes are framed by distinctive tabby markings and her front shoulder is white where three claws have tore down her leg in an almost perfect lines.
Eyes: orange
Fur length and type: Average in length and thickness her coat is unusually glossy.
Build: Myth isn't the largest cat you've ever met but even at her advanced age she’s one of the most intimidating. Her build is muscled but lithe. She's slightly above average in size.
Scars: She has a few scars on her pelt but not as many as a cat would expect knowing her past and age. The most noticeable is on her front shoulder where three claws tore down her leg in an almost perfect lines
Short description: elderly, scarred silver tabby she-cat with orange eyes
Allegiance: rogue
Former positions: queen of the rogues, many underling positions as a rogue
Standing in clan/group: feared, respected, seen as a little crazy
Dream Rank: complete power is the only option
Fighting: Myth’s greatest weakness when it comes to fighting is she thinks she’s still young and fights accordingly. Myth’s fighting style relied on moving quickly and then striking hard and fast but now she’s had to adapt to more conventional styles as she loses both her speed and strength. Myth used to prefer to get others to fight for her rather than dirtying her claws herself. As she grows older she is relying more and more on Cade and Eira to fight on her behalf.
Hunting: Myth hadn’t hunted for herself in years prior to being kicked out. She hunts with the same ruthless determination she applies to everything and is a naturally good hunter despite needing more practice.
Strengths: Myth is ruthless and will cast aside anyone or anything to get what she wants. She’s very determined and generally keeps her senses open. She knows a lot of things thanks to her age and isn’t scare to lie, cheat and kill to get what she wants.
Weaknesses: Myth tends to forget she isn’t a young cat and makes many enemies. She’s reliant on others doing the menial tasks for her. She doesn’t value the opinions of weaker cats and can be very narrow minded.
Fears: Myth’s greatest fears are age and weakness and she faces both each day.
Favourites: Myth loves the taste of duck and rabbit. She likes feeling like stuff is going on around her and prefers crowded and likely seedy areas.
History: Myth was born onto the streets into a notorious rogue gang in the dead of the cruelest winter in her mother's lifetime. Her mother gave birth to a litter of three healthy she-cats, more of a curse than a blessing when food ran so scarce. Her mother was an underling to whichever vicious rogue overlord ruled twolegplace that winter and she knew the chances of all her kits surviving was slim at best. So Myth's mother took her claws and scratched each of her newborn daughters to see which was the strongest. The two small, dull grey she-cats struggled and whined for days and in the end they struggled to stave off infection and white-cough while the silvery tabby kitten remained strong. Myth's mother killed the two smaller she-cats to give her eldest daughter the best chance at survival.
From her first steps Myth learned beside her mother's ankle. Her mother taught her coyness, how to never leap into a fight with claws sheathed, how to make the older kittens leave her alone without hiding behind her mother.
By the time green-leaf came Myth, now four moons old was formidable. While other kits struggled as their siblings clung stubbornly to life, hogging their mother's milk and while older cats barely had enough to eat Myth's mother had fought to give Myth the very best start in life even if it was a bloody one.
The rest of her kit-hood if one could call it that was spent trying to survive. From the time she was 4-5 moons old Myth was pretty much alone, struggling to hunt for herself as her mother was on another litter at the time. She was hurt and outraged that her mother had two new kits to give the best life possible. Myth mostly stole what food she could and attacked any cat who protested. She was smart enough to never take food from anyone who would stand a chance against her.
Upon reaching the height of a small dog at around her fifth moon Myth was expected to pull her weight and start fetching food and whatever else the rogue overlord and his cronies asked for. This was food mostly with each having his own hard to find tastes and Myth although bitter about having to serve did her best to impress them. Some of the toms had some of the prettier she-cats kept fed and comfortable as they had seemingly endless litters of the tom's kits, she aimed to gain a position like that and then slowly work her way up.
In her eighth moon Myth mated with one of these toms in the hope that raising a few litters would help her gain social standing in the group. The tom was a brown tabby and a strong, powerful cat. Two moons later she gave birth to a litter of five sickly kits. Four of her first litter died within days of her giving birth and even in the mild winter she wasn't producing enough milk to feed a kit. The father of the kits moved the surviving tom kit to be nursed by one of his other she-cats.
In Myth’s second year she ruthlessly worked her way to the top by any means necessary. She poisoned cats, killed them in their sleep and by the end of the year she’d killed the father of her litter and many of the other higher up rogues.
For the next few years Myth clung to power, having litter after litter of kits. Every one of her kits were tabbies and half were pale with darker stripes like herself. She had other queens nurse her weaker kits and nursed the strongest kits herself. These kits she taught much as her mother taught her and enlisted the help of her closest allies. She managed to cling to power longer than any rogue before her for over three years.
When she was around 73 moons old she was overthrown and driven out by a son from a litter two years previously and forced to flee for her life. Old and defeated Myth moved to a new twolegplace to start a life there. She has heard that the rogues she lived with were captured by twolegs and driven apart. She's been skulking around the Ivyclan & Roseclan territories ever since with Cade & Eira.
About the name: Myth chose her own name when she was apprentice aged. She chose the name Myth as she wanted to become a thing of legends even then.
Past names: Lily
Age: 88 moons
Gender: she-cat
Personality: Myth moves with a haughty, careless seeming grace and her voice has a deep, cold but has an almost whispery quality. Myth rarely yowls, preferring to drop her voice to its quietest or into a crooning purr when she's at her most dangerous. She's still a powerful and ambitious cat and not one to cross. She'd go to any level to get revenge. She can come off as coy, flirty or manipulative and there isn't much to her beneath this. She calls every cat kitten partially to see fully grown rogues and loners ruffle their fur and partially because for all she knows any black, brown, tortoiseshell, torbie or grey cat younger than around six years could be one of her kits. She is slightly softer when a cat gets beneath her exterior but she still isn't nice.
Mother: lithe grey tabby cat
Father: white tom (masking silver tabby)
Romantic Interest: none
Siblings: deceased
Kits: many (open)
Other family info:
Genetics: XoXo AA dd BB mcmc tata spsp Ii ss
Close friends:
Not so friendly with:
Pelt: Her pale grey, almost white pelt is glossy smooth and covers a muscled build even as age and scars have marred the once pure pelt. Her dark grey classic tabby stripes swirl evenly across her body and are perfectly symmetrical although they have grown more peppered with white hairs as she aged. Her eyes are framed by distinctive tabby markings and her front shoulder is white where three claws have tore down her leg in an almost perfect lines.
Eyes: orange
Fur length and type: Average in length and thickness her coat is unusually glossy.
Build: Myth isn't the largest cat you've ever met but even at her advanced age she’s one of the most intimidating. Her build is muscled but lithe. She's slightly above average in size.
Scars: She has a few scars on her pelt but not as many as a cat would expect knowing her past and age. The most noticeable is on her front shoulder where three claws tore down her leg in an almost perfect lines
Short description: elderly, scarred silver tabby she-cat with orange eyes
Allegiance: rogue
Former positions: queen of the rogues, many underling positions as a rogue
Standing in clan/group: feared, respected, seen as a little crazy
Dream Rank: complete power is the only option
Fighting: Myth’s greatest weakness when it comes to fighting is she thinks she’s still young and fights accordingly. Myth’s fighting style relied on moving quickly and then striking hard and fast but now she’s had to adapt to more conventional styles as she loses both her speed and strength. Myth used to prefer to get others to fight for her rather than dirtying her claws herself. As she grows older she is relying more and more on Cade and Eira to fight on her behalf.
Hunting: Myth hadn’t hunted for herself in years prior to being kicked out. She hunts with the same ruthless determination she applies to everything and is a naturally good hunter despite needing more practice.
Strengths: Myth is ruthless and will cast aside anyone or anything to get what she wants. She’s very determined and generally keeps her senses open. She knows a lot of things thanks to her age and isn’t scare to lie, cheat and kill to get what she wants.
Weaknesses: Myth tends to forget she isn’t a young cat and makes many enemies. She’s reliant on others doing the menial tasks for her. She doesn’t value the opinions of weaker cats and can be very narrow minded.
Fears: Myth’s greatest fears are age and weakness and she faces both each day.
Favourites: Myth loves the taste of duck and rabbit. She likes feeling like stuff is going on around her and prefers crowded and likely seedy areas.
History: Myth was born onto the streets into a notorious rogue gang in the dead of the cruelest winter in her mother's lifetime. Her mother gave birth to a litter of three healthy she-cats, more of a curse than a blessing when food ran so scarce. Her mother was an underling to whichever vicious rogue overlord ruled twolegplace that winter and she knew the chances of all her kits surviving was slim at best. So Myth's mother took her claws and scratched each of her newborn daughters to see which was the strongest. The two small, dull grey she-cats struggled and whined for days and in the end they struggled to stave off infection and white-cough while the silvery tabby kitten remained strong. Myth's mother killed the two smaller she-cats to give her eldest daughter the best chance at survival.
From her first steps Myth learned beside her mother's ankle. Her mother taught her coyness, how to never leap into a fight with claws sheathed, how to make the older kittens leave her alone without hiding behind her mother.
By the time green-leaf came Myth, now four moons old was formidable. While other kits struggled as their siblings clung stubbornly to life, hogging their mother's milk and while older cats barely had enough to eat Myth's mother had fought to give Myth the very best start in life even if it was a bloody one.
The rest of her kit-hood if one could call it that was spent trying to survive. From the time she was 4-5 moons old Myth was pretty much alone, struggling to hunt for herself as her mother was on another litter at the time. She was hurt and outraged that her mother had two new kits to give the best life possible. Myth mostly stole what food she could and attacked any cat who protested. She was smart enough to never take food from anyone who would stand a chance against her.
Upon reaching the height of a small dog at around her fifth moon Myth was expected to pull her weight and start fetching food and whatever else the rogue overlord and his cronies asked for. This was food mostly with each having his own hard to find tastes and Myth although bitter about having to serve did her best to impress them. Some of the toms had some of the prettier she-cats kept fed and comfortable as they had seemingly endless litters of the tom's kits, she aimed to gain a position like that and then slowly work her way up.
In her eighth moon Myth mated with one of these toms in the hope that raising a few litters would help her gain social standing in the group. The tom was a brown tabby and a strong, powerful cat. Two moons later she gave birth to a litter of five sickly kits. Four of her first litter died within days of her giving birth and even in the mild winter she wasn't producing enough milk to feed a kit. The father of the kits moved the surviving tom kit to be nursed by one of his other she-cats.
In Myth’s second year she ruthlessly worked her way to the top by any means necessary. She poisoned cats, killed them in their sleep and by the end of the year she’d killed the father of her litter and many of the other higher up rogues.
For the next few years Myth clung to power, having litter after litter of kits. Every one of her kits were tabbies and half were pale with darker stripes like herself. She had other queens nurse her weaker kits and nursed the strongest kits herself. These kits she taught much as her mother taught her and enlisted the help of her closest allies. She managed to cling to power longer than any rogue before her for over three years.
When she was around 73 moons old she was overthrown and driven out by a son from a litter two years previously and forced to flee for her life. Old and defeated Myth moved to a new twolegplace to start a life there. She has heard that the rogues she lived with were captured by twolegs and driven apart. She's been skulking around the Ivyclan & Roseclan territories ever since with Cade & Eira.
