Post by (§)Silvey(§) on Nov 4, 2007 11:36:54 GMT -5
Name: Katjie [Experiment 2483] (Kaht-jee-eh)
Moons: 9 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
Moons: 9 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Apprentice [Trainies]
Short-Description:
A shy, tiny blue-point cat with soft blue eyes.Picture:
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Done By Ermine
Small but mightyPersonality:
The first thing that one would notice about Katjie is her petite frame. Her figure is small and slight, making her seem half her age. Her fur is soft and silky, much like kitten fluff, and that does nothing to make her appear older. A small blue mask covers the center of her face, and blue socks of a similar color are worn on her feet.Two triangles of the same hue stand a top her head, swiveling at the slightest sound. Her tail is long with soft blue wisps of fur, making it resemble that of a Nebelung. In truth however, she is a Balinese. Her soft eyes are the color of the sky one a clear day and are filled with a deep understanding and tenderness.
Katjie is sweet, shy, and kind. She has never been known to show signs of anger, let alone raise her voice. Unlike the majority of the ex-experiments, Katjie shows no sign of the cold exterior or the hidden shell of stone. She's always been shy, it wasn't something changed by the whitecoats. She is soft spoken and when she is vexed, you will not know it. Some cats raise their voice, others lower theirs to a threatening whisper. Many take on a tone of icy bitterness, but not she. Her voice remains calm and level, and you will never see her anger. Despite being shy, she's very outspoken when it comes to defending one of her beliefs. She has never believed in StarClan, but if she sees her friends or family threatened, she will step up.History:
Panic! Panic! Panic!Role Playing Example:
She knew the second she saw the twolegs in white coats coming towards her with their nets that she never should have slipped off her collar. She turned to run, but there was another twoleg there. She was trapped. Silver claws, tiny kitten claws, were unsheathed and were flailing wildly, one caught a twoleg on his leg and he yowled in pain. Before she could attack again, the net closed down on her. With a yowl of fury she tried to tear the net, but she was picked from the net by the scruff of her neck and dropped unceremoniously into a metal cage.
Lykaios? Mother? Kissa?
Pain... More pain... Unimaginable pain coursed through her body. The tiny frail kit lay on a cold metal surface, her left side pressed against the smooth table. Her four paws were strapped down, and three small leather strips bound her muzzle together. Something skinny and sharp pressed entered her shoulder and the leather straps holding her maw shut were strained as she tried to yowl out in pain.
Confusion... Who? What? Where am I?
She woke up in a wire den. With grimace of pain, she stood up, leaning against the side of the den for support.
You're awake!
She turned and felt another stab of pain. She let out a low hiss, Who are you?
Me? I'm Koshkic, and what's your name?
A flash of fear entered her. A name, what was her name? Her eyes widened. Her eyes... what color were her eyes? I... I don't know, she mewed pitifully.
Well, then, think up your own name! the voice answered as if it were obvious.
I don't know any names except yours, she mewed, still trying to find out where the voice came from. Then she saw a white cat with a black mask, black paws, black ears and a black tail-tip below her.
The cat frowned up at her. Well, that's no good is it? Would you like me to give you a name? he asked, flipping over on to his back to get a better look at her.
She crouched down, pressing her face against the bottom of the den, and nodded.
The cat thought for a moment, and silence filled the room. His dark blue eyes were fixed on her, You look like my sister, he mewed quietly.
The kit tilted her head, What was her name, she asked in a whisper.
Katjy. Her name was Katjy. In honor of my sister, I name you Katjie, the tom mewed.
She nodded. Katjie... I like it, she decided.
Run... Run! RUN!
Katjie tore down the hall of the labratory, Koshkic running behind her, his black and white fur a blur. The two cats spun around a corner and found themselves at a closed door. Mousedung! she swore, having picked up the word from her companion.
Katjie, we need some sort of cover! the Siamese cat yowled.
Katjie nodded. She paused and her eyes turned a pale silver. In a few heartbeats, the entire hall was shrouded in a thick fog. Koshkic, let's go! she mewed, and began to race down the hallway in the opposite direction. She heard the tom's footsteps directly beside her. Her eyes turned a faint silver once again and a part of the mist cleared. Koshkic, look! she mewed, pointing to an open window. The area directly below it was cleared of the mist, and Katjie saw that there was a small table right below the window. She jumped up and after a heartbeat, Koshkic landed beside her. She jumped up to the open window and prepared to make the leap to her freedom when an angry yowl sounded behind her. A twoleg had seen them and now held Koshkic in his hands.
Katjie, run! he yowled, I promise, I'll find you! he told her. A second twoleg reached towards the she-cat, and with a tearful gaze, she nodded.
I'll wait for you Koshkic, and I'll never forget you, she mewed. With a yowl, she jumped from the window and and landed softly on the grass below.
Run! Run, Katjie! she heard Koshkic calling.
She swallowed her tears, and ran, a trail of rain coming down behind her.
Nah nah nah nah boo boo! Neener neener neener!Other:
Katjy is pronounced Kaht-jee. Koshkic is prounounced Kohsh-kick.
Her power, if you did not read the entire history, is being able to call forth and control any type of precipitation. Not weather, precipitation. As in rain, hail, mist, sleet, snow, etc. She can not make it sunny, but she can banish the rain. She cannot make it warm, she cannot turn night into day or turn autumn into winter. She cannot call forth thunder and lightning.
