Zima-Loner

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Name: Zima
Moons: 16 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: [Out-Casts]
Short-Description:

A white she-cat with a pale tan marbled pattern and stunning silver eyes.

Picture:

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Description:

I was always the oddball in my family. My mother was a marbled silver Bengal, my father a snow Bengal with small silver rosettes on a pelt of snow. My eldest siblings take after my father, while Tylla and Altyn take after my mother, but in a golden hue. I am what twolegs call a snow Bengal, but my markings are the opposite of my father's. I am a snowy white color, but my markings are of pale tan swirls that create what is known as a marbled pattern. My build is lithe, my muscles lean from the hard life I have lead. My eyes match my mother's with their piercing silver hue, and they will stare at you cold as ice.

Personality:

I have taken after my mother, or at least, that's what Zalirra and Nukra told me before I left. I rarely show emotions, I rarely say a word. When I look into a pool of clear water, I see a cold silver gaze staring back at me. No happiness, no sorrow, no sense of a lifetime of solitude. I do not anger easily, another trait shared with my dear mum. I have a way with words that will make others feel embarrassed or trip over their tongue at a loss for words. Despite these, I prefer not to talk, it is a waste of air, and if your tongue slips, it may ruin your life. I will talk only when necessary or if I'm extremely proud of the retort I have. Like my mother, once again, I have a knack for knowing and manipulating the weaknesses of other cats, though while my mother specialized in seeing their weaknesses in battle, I am somewhat better at seeing weaknesses in their character.

History:

Our mother was a rogue, that much I know. Our father, I believe, was a loner, but I can't be sure, we never met him. I know we have an uncle, and he murdered our other uncle before we were born. My living uncle is a ruthless rogue, or so we were told. My name is Zima, I am the youngest of Arcae's five kits. My oldest sibling is my sister Zilarra, next is my brother Nukra, then my other sister, Tylla, then my second brother, Altyn, and finally, myself, Zima. My mother when we were five moons old, and so Zilarra and Nukra took care of us. I've never gotten along with my two eldest siblings, they think they know everything and are the wisest cats in the forest, just because they're oldest. Tylla and Altyn are the closest, they were born right after eachother, and are almost identical with their shining golden pelts. I, being the youngest, was close to no one, and shortly after we reached eight moons of age, I parted from them, insisting I could take care of myself. For the past eight moon I have taken care of myself, vowing to avenge my mother's murderer and to find my father.

Role Playing Example:

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Other:

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[Sunrise.]

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