Post by Hana on Dec 29, 2016 17:03:59 GMT 8
"The Devil's got nothing on me, my friend."
Name: Honeyleap
Gender: Female
Age: 28 moons
Rank: Warrior
Current allegiance: Ivyclan
Personality: A wolf in sheep's clothing. With a fake smile and a warm laugh, a soft gaze and the curl of a tail, she has presented herself as a friendly she-cat, if not a bit quiet and reserved. She seems content and good hearted- loving, even. With kits and older cats alike , she is the mother they may never had, or someone to come to for comfort and wise words. With she-cats, she is the one to gossip with them late at night and giggle about toms. With toms, she is the secret gazes and the flirty smile and the shy laugh. She is all things good; her tone is silky and her words roll out of her maw like honey itself, warm and gooey. But she is not all things good and warm. She is rotten inside. An apple gone bad. She breathes through corrupted lungs. Her heart is clouded with hatred and anguish and the craving for war, death and destruction has seeped into her veins and made way to her mind. She is hateful. She wishes to smite all those within reach of her. She has always been far too emotional and detached, and was raised by a mother who reminded Honeyleap every day that nobody was good enough. "You are too good, too beautiful, too smart for any of these cats. No one will love you like I can. You are loyal to me. Only me. I love you, my darling."
Short description: A long coated white & cream mottled she-cat with pale blue eyes
Appearance: Honeyleap is a small she-cat with thick, long fur the shade of wheat and cream. Her ears are short and sharply pointed, her muzzle round and chin pointed. Throughout her coat, you will find various colors such as light browns and grays. Under both eyes you will find darker spots, a brown splash atop her nose and her tail is a darker color than the rest of her; it's almost like a painter's brush. Her eyes are large and the color of a spring sky; pale and blue.
History: Honeyleap does not have a tragic backstory. Born and raised as an Ivyclan cat. Her birth was not a special one. At least, to everyone else it wasn't. Her mother was a kind she-cat who had bad luck when it came to love and reproduction. Her first love died before he could see his kits, and the kits died before their second day. Her second litter's fate was the same and the male cared little for Oakbelly. She told herself she would not love again. But she did love again, and together the pair brought life into the world. Unfortunately, nearly all the litter was stillborn except one- this kit was pale and mewled far too much. But Oakbelly loved this kit, and named her Honeykit. And she was brought up by a doting mother, a distant father, and was spoiled rotten.
From the moment she had entered the world, she was told that she was the prettiest, smartest, bravest she-cat ever to walk this Earth; all told by her mother, of course. No one would be good enough for Honeyleap.
And so the kit, then apprentice, now warrior turned out wicked and vain. A narcissist. A cat that let her emotions get the better of her. Her only friend was her mother.
Unfortunately, Oakbelly had been struck by a monster when she boldly attempted to cross the thunderpath. Honeyleap grieved and continues to do so today. Without a friend now and lost in a crowd of familiar strangers, Honeyleap found herself more alone than ever. She turned bitter. Bitter and hopeless.
Extra: Despite being diabolical and an a-hole, Honeyleap is a romance seeker. She flirts and woos simply to distract herself from her own mind and often wants someone to call her own, though has yet to find any tom that'll claim her wandering eyes.
From the moment she had entered the world, she was told that she was the prettiest, smartest, bravest she-cat ever to walk this Earth; all told by her mother, of course. No one would be good enough for Honeyleap.
And so the kit, then apprentice, now warrior turned out wicked and vain. A narcissist. A cat that let her emotions get the better of her. Her only friend was her mother.
Unfortunately, Oakbelly had been struck by a monster when she boldly attempted to cross the thunderpath. Honeyleap grieved and continues to do so today. Without a friend now and lost in a crowd of familiar strangers, Honeyleap found herself more alone than ever. She turned bitter. Bitter and hopeless.
Extra: Despite being diabolical and an a-hole, Honeyleap is a romance seeker. She flirts and woos simply to distract herself from her own mind and often wants someone to call her own, though has yet to find any tom that'll claim her wandering eyes.
