Fallensong }{ ShadowClan

[Shmifty]

[Fallensong]
[To have dropped or come down from a higher place, from an upright position, or from a higher level, degree, amount, quality, value, number, etc.]

[Female]
[ShadowClan]
[12 moons]
[Warrior]

____________[LOOKS]

Fallensong is an underweight black cat with surprisingly sleek fur over her ribs. Her fur shines with a dazzling appearance, though she usually only goes out at night. She has a white belly with softer fur and a rough appearance of a wild cat, enhanced by the overly slim appearance, making her look starved and crazed, though she is only too caring.

Her face features jet black fur around icy rigid blue eyes the stand out against her body, and her bottom jaw and chin are white, like her belly. Her nose is a surprisingly pointed wedge and if you look at her just right you could swear her canine teeth just barely poked out of her mouth, giving her more of the edgy look of an exotic cat. Her ears are large and seem to swivel freely, though she is often just moving them to catch the sounds around her. All of this gives her a strange, frightening beauty.

Her legs are long and slim, giving her the slight appearance of a WindClan cat and speed that helps in battle, though this was lost long ago, as there is a large set of scars on her back right leg running down it, having torn nerve and muscle back there. Now she is doomed to limp on that leg. Her tail is long and whip-like, often wagging to and fro rather than the usual tail twitch of a cat. This tail is also flexible enough that she can - sort of - use it to prop her right leg up a little bit in her sleep.

Like I have said, she has the appearance of an exotic wildcat, and the torn leg ruins her mystic.

____________[PERSONA]

Fallensong is a sad cat, having once been great and proud, is now reduced to the cinders of her once potentially wonderful mystic. She is very stubborn about doing what she can to be a warrior, spitting at anybody that dares tell her she can't do something. She is a true warrior in the body of a cripple. Despite this, she is determined to do her best, only recently been named a warrior and being crippled as she is, her best may not be the best there is, though she still holds herself to those standards and nothing will get in her way. She has an un-dying loyalty to ShadowClan.

However, she is very kind and considerate to other cats at the same time, especially wounded ones, having felt their pain. She would gladly babysit a kit for a mother that has to go out and get something, or gather herbs for a sick cat that needs them, so she knows a little in the way of medicine, but only as much as is needed if she were to ever hurt herself away from camp.

She would love to fall in a true and undying love someday, as many cats would, and to have her own kits to watch after and see them grow up, hopefully as good as she could have. Though she is hopeless, her family would have a chance.

____________[HISTORY]

Victorykit

So named because ever since she was born, she was tougher than the other kits - Black-kit and Speck-kit. She had climbed over them to feed, pushed them out of the way to get to a warm spot to sleep, and was an over-all bossy - bully kit. She was the victor of all the kits, and thus was named Victorykit. She grew up well and strong, under the guidance of her mother, Shadowclaw, and her father, Rocktooth. Nothing especially happened in her kit hood, for her life was not a tragic tale yet.

Victorypaw

Victorypaw, however, was an entirely different story. She quickly became stronger and faster than other apprentices her age, being a very promising kit, though her brother and sister were often alone, overshadowed by their gifted sister, she rarely thought about this. One day, she had been out of camp with her brother and sister when disaster struck. they were playing across the river from camp when a storm struck, causing the river to swell and rush. When she and her siblings tried to cross, they were swept downstream, to other two never to be seen again. She had hit a large, sharp rock in the river, saving her from drowning, but giving her horrible wounds in her leg. Another cat had come out to save her, probably her father, though she didn't know, and she was immediately taken to the medicine cat. When it was doomed that she would probably die, there was much grief. When she lived, however, she was unable to do many of the things she could do before.

Fallenpaw

Thus, she was renamed Fallenpaw. No matter what happened, however, she still tried her best, wandering through the misery of her leg. It was a miserable time, however, very soon she was named warrior - for her determination and undying loyalty, and past accomplishments.

Fallensong

It hasn't been long since she was made warrior, and she is still working as hard as she can, though it may be doomed that she work under the medicine cat someday, she desperately hope that day never comes - it is her future that she wants a family - a loving mate, kits, and to be a proud cat once again - a proud mother.

____________[IC]

Not the first bio. XP

____________[FAMILY]

Mother - Shadowclaw
Father - Rocktooth
Siblings - Blackpaw, Speckpaw, both deceased.

____________[PASSWORD]

ANTEDILUVIAN

[Silver]

I would love to see this beauty adopted, since I was unable to take care of her :3 RP her well!