Zeva//Loner

[ii T I N Y !!]

Name: Zeva
Age: 12 Moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner//Kittypet
Rank: other
Personality:

Zeva is a tough cat. She keeps to herself most of the time. She is always a fighter. She can be VERY flirtacious with toms, mates or not. Or if you want another word for it, seductive. She had always been on her own since her mother died when she was about 5 moons. She thinks a Clan life is too easy and they always get what they want. She is always just waiting for a cat to show it to.

Description:

Zeva is a pitch black she cat. She has brilliantly bright attractive eyes. She is a medium sized cat for her age. She has light pink pads on the bottom of her paws.

Clan Page Description:

Black attractive she-cat with bright green eyes.

History:

Zeva had always been a loner. Her mother raised a unusually odd litter of 6 kits. Zeva was the only one that survived. Her brother, Titan, was the last to die at 4 moons. Zeva had always heard stories about how her father was a Clan cat who was a traitor. She was left all alone when her mother was attacked when Zeva was 5 moons.

Rp Sample:

Pantherpaw was walking through the forest when she heard a mouse. She crouched down into a hunters stance and waited for her a good moment to spring for it. Pantherpaw's muscles were tensing, getting ready to spring for her prey, a bird called and the mouse ran into a hole. "Darn bird!" Pantherpaw called. She moved on to a different part of the forest knowing the bird would have scared away any prey that was close to here. Pantherpaw was padding lightly through the forest when she noticed two squirrels playing at the bottom of a tree. Pantherpaw ran for the squirrels who didn't notice her until it was too late. She sat under the tree and gulped down the kill she had made.

Pantherpaw looked around to check out her surroundings. She could see trees and birds flying around in the sky. She sniffed the air, hoping to catch the scent of something other than a cat or predator. Pantherpaw had caught the scent of another cat, one that she could not identify. The smell was fresh and close by. Pantherpaw stood up quietly and quickly. She checked to see if the rogue was anywhere to be seen. With her surroundings cleared, she made a run for any place that was safer than here.

After she had started running, she could hear the sound of a cat following her. Pantherpaw was too afraid to look behind her to see how close it was. Pantherpaw was trying to use the benefit of knowing the land to her advantage. She tried tripping up the cat, but to no use. Her stamina was lowering and quickly. She was running out of options, there was not much more Pantherpaw could do to get this cat off her back. Pantherpaw finally decided to turn and confront the unknown cat.

Pantherpaw made a quick stop and turned to face the cat. She mad her fur stand on end with anger. She flexed her claws in the dirt, readying them to fight. When she saw the on coming cat she hissed viciously. She realized that the cat was only a little older than herself and definitely skinnier, but that made no difference. Pantherpaw ran straight toward the cat. She scraped her claws along the cat's side. Pantherpaw could feel the rogue's ribs under her paws. The cat screeched and threw Pantherpaw off. Pantherpaw got up in time to see his tail vanish into the bushes