Spiderfur ~ ShadowClan

[Penguin]

[Spiderfur]
[predatory arachnid]

[She-cat]
[ShadowClan]
[14 moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

We all know the saying 'looks can be deceiving.' This applied to Spiderfur if any saying ever did. She had a tender, angelic appearance with soft facial features. Her eyes were vivid blue, set close to a small and heart-shaped nose, with the slighest tinge of black to the pink, velvety skin. Ears produded from a small, rounded head, forming in a dignified point. She had a petite frame with narrow shoulders and slender legs that led to minute, dainty paws. Despite her slightness in form she had hard, tight muscles, hiding unexpected strength. Cloaking her frame was thick, downy fur of pure spider's silk white, fluffing out at her cheeks and in a curve around her face. The fur on her chest was fluffed, swept upward in an almost pointed manner. Yet this angelic appearance was tainted by the defiant gleam in her eyes and her sharp, often offending, wit. She always wore a sneer on her face, and had a venomous and sarcastic voice. The she-cat was living proof that beauty really is only skin deep.

____________[PERSONA]

Spiderfur was known more for her sharp tongue and quick wit than her bravery or competence as a warrior. She took pride in her ability to talk her way out of things, and though vicious when provoked, avoided violence when possible. Her tone was condesending and often laced heavily with sarcasm, and due to her anti-social behaviour, she was neither willing to socialize nor expected to socialize. She was a capable and respected warrior in the sense that she could hunt and fight, and had a mind made for strategy, but she was commonly disliked, which she responded to only with contempt. The she-cat preferred to quietly go about her business, and rarely poked her nose into any other cat's affairs. While she was a cat that none sought company with, she was silently efficient, and she cared for nothing else.

____________[HISTORY]

Spiderfur began life as Spiderkit, a mildly anti-social, but not overly unbearable, kit. She disliked the other kits in the nursery, and would spend her days ignoring their play and grumpily sitting off to the side, a gloomy expression on her face as if she was the one to be rejected. Her mother was a soft cat and chose not to scold her when her rudeness towards other cats began to form, letting her kit run her mouth as often as she pleased. Spiderkit spoke as she wished, and quickly became an annoyance in the nursery, either harassing the other kits or upsetting them with her refusal to acknowledge their existance. There was no cat sad to see her go when she left the nursery and began her apprenticeship.
During her apprenticeship, Spiderpaw began to develop a strange quietness, and would sometimes lapse into silence when asked a question. Despite her snide retorts and often lack of speech, she learnt well from her mentor and strived in her training. She was quite capable in both hunting and fighting, and grew into a fine warrior.
Spiderfur was announced to be a loyal and hard-working warrior at her ceremony. She has been a warrior now for two moons.

____________[IC]

"You're rather pathetic, you know," Spiderfur remarked. She sniffed disdainfully at the lack of response, and crossed her front paws over the other as if unaffected. Her body lay splayed across an overhanging rock, her head angled downwards to observe the mouse nervously scuffling in the underbrush. "So small and juicy... Why, you're lucky you met a cat as merciful as myself," the she-cat continued haughtily, her tail lashing against the rock with a wicked glee. The sun was fast sinking, but the she-cat paid no mind, her full attention on the warm body rummaging for food, causing small rustles and cracking of dry leaves as it disturbed the growth settled on the forest floor. The mouse squeaked in something Spiderfur could only assume was triumph, and brandished something round and dark, inhaling its scent deeply with its ridiculous pointed nose. The creature suddenly stiffened, and its legs tensed, looking ready to flee any moment. Spiderfur leapt to her feet, admiring the click of her claws against the rock. She sprung from her perch and landed on the mouse with outstreched paws, her tail whipping as she sunk her teeth into its neck and felt warm blood flood her senses. Her whole body seemed to tingle with a feeling of warmth and utmost joy. The she-cat's eyes narrowed slightly, though the expression was unreadable. The mouse fell limply from her jaws into a tiny heap on the ground, and the warrior scraped dead leaves and dirt over the freshkill. She jerked her nose up and sniffed, the action having a sense of finality, as she left the scene in search of more prey.

____________[FAMILY]

Her mother was Whitecloud, who is now deceased. Her father was never known.

____________[PASSWORD]

AURORA

[xx snakey]

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