Coalstep-Deputy-Shadowclan-She-cat

[fawnzie]

Who are you to wave your finger?

Name: Fire ==> Coalstep
Gender: She-cat
Age: Twenty-six moons.
Ranking: Deputy
Clan: Shadowclan

Ya' must have been out of your head.

Quick appearance: A bi-colored orange tabby with amber eyes.

Physical Description: Coalstep is a bi-colored she-cat, the main color being orange. Her pelt is a light yellow-orange at first, with dark amber tabby markings. That slowly fades into a cream color, then normal white. Her fur is medium-length, and soft. The very tips of her paw's are a dusty color, the hue of coal. It was this that gave her her warrior name.

Coalstep's eyes are a vivid amber, and they're always shining. They give her a cheerful, open look that tells you that you would be able to talk to her. Though, when angered, her eyes seem to be burning into you when she stares at you. She was almost named Embergaze for this attribute to her appearance.

This cat is a little different than others. She was born a moon early, making her a small kit. Her mother convinced herself she'd become a regular-sized cat, though this never happened.

This causes her feet to be alot larger than her legs, making her limbs look disporportionate. It makes her slightly clumsy, but her cleverness makes up for it. Now, as a leader, she's the size of a 15 moon old cat. Though she's small, she's fierce, and you wouldn't want to meet her in battle.

Personality description:
Clever & Witty;
Coalstep's brains aren't something to misjudge. Though her body's smaller than usual, she is observant and often notices things others don't. This helps her be sneaky. Her brain almost always works in overdrive, making her a smart-alec about everything.

Ambitious & Sweet;
This she-cat is ambitious, always wanting to be the best. She's somewhat too focused on it, but it makes her a good warrior. She's trustful as well, making her geniune and a person to talk to. Coalstep is also sweet, always trying to help others. If they haven't irritated her.

Prideful and Arrogant;
If there is anything that Coalstep is, it would be arrogant. Things fly out of her mouth before she considers them, and this used to get her in a lot of trouble. This is sort of the reason she flirts, but she doesn't do anythign but that. She's prideful, and will never admit to being wrong and/or losing a fight. She also only listens to the rules half the time, and this gets her in trouble.


Likes:

• Fighting
  
• Competing
  
• Winning
  
• Talking
  
• having fun
  

Dislikes:

• Snobs
  
• whiney cats
  
• being told what to do
  
• being woken up from naps
  

Eyeholes deep in muddy water.

Origin
Her parents were, what you'd call, cruel and unusual. Kaleb and Lily were rogues; hated clans, didn't want kits, argued constantly. When they found out they were having kits, more fighting errupted. They got into an actual claw and tooth fight before and her sister were supposed to be born, and that's what made them born early.

Kithood
Excorist was born right after leaf-bare, on a chilly day. She was malnourished and tiny, and so was her sister. Her parents gave her the name "Fire" because of her eyes and fur. Her sister was named "Cherry" after her pelt. Lily and Kaleb hated their kits fiercely, and they had to grow up fast if they wanted to survive. They barely got fed, and were yelled at on a daily basis.

Apprenticeship
By the time she was six moons, she had had enough of her parents. Coalstep always rose up to their challenges, yelled at them, and mocked them to their face. She tried to get her sister to do the same, but she was timid and obeyed their parents. After a while, her sister got sick of it and attacked the two. She was no match for them, of course; Coalstep was the better fighter and also happened to be asleep. She woke up to find Cherry's body, bloodied and mangled, and attacked her parents in a blind rage. She killed them, and after she'd calmed down, realized what she did.

Warriorhood
She ran, sprinting for days and not stopping. when it became night, she would hunt them collapse in a exhausted sleep. She ran for moons, and came across Brushclan territory. Coalstep was taken captive for a few days, then it was decided she could join the clan. They gave her a clan name, though she argued to keep her old name, to remember Cherry. She learned clan ways, and is a loyal Brushclan warrior at this point.

Deputy-hood
The deputy died soon after she joined the clan, and the leader picked her as the new deputy. Everyone was in shock. The new girl, who had been a rogue, and murdered her parents? What was the cat thinking? Oh well, all was said and done now. The clan just has to wait and see if she would make a good deputy.

You practically raised the dead.

Audition Form;;
Username: Fawnzie
Activity: 9. I'll admit it. I'm not perfect. But I'm on as much as I can and I usually RP in that time.
Why?: I think Coalstep would be a good deputy, even if she is young and doesn't have good attributes for it. xD
Role-Play Example:

A petite looking rogue walked among the twolegs's, the distain and disgust on her pretty face clear. Her white fur shined in the slight sunlight, with a small gleam on the black spots splattering her ears and tail. Her icy blue eyes were narrowed into slits, and nose wrinkled at the stench enveloping her. "The only thing I dislike in this world are twolegs... They're decietful, uncaring, and insincere. They want everything to look like this," Masquerade muttered under her breath.

The loner hadn't even wanted to be around twolegs. She had been running through a feild, chasing after a rabbit when it ran towards the gray buildings. The small she-cat had rolled her eyes and muttered, but followed it. Then it had dashed cowardly towards a porch. Her feet had chased it, and she had seen it's eyes grow wide. It had managed to squeeze through the panelling before she had gotten to it, though, and escaped.

So Masquerade had decided to go exploring, and this was where she had ended up. On a sidewalk filled with people and dogs. A twoleg next to her was smoking a cigarette, and the smoke had wound up crowding around her. Coughing, her eyes burned from the smoke.

Running, the she-cat tried to get away from the crowdedness of the sidewalk. A dog barked at her, pulling on it's red worn-out collar. It snarled, jerking with a powerful force on the leash. Breaking free, it tried to chase her. She sprinted a few yards away, until she sighed with releif at the site of it's twoleg grabbing the leash again. Masquerade smiled slightly at the sight of the dog whining.

Why are twolegs and their.... acomplices so disgusting? The white cat pondered, frowning. Her blue eyes glared at the mutt that had tried to attack her once more, then moved on. Looking around, she had one dainty paw in the air before she froze. Gawking, she looked at a strange sight.

In front of her was a large spotted kittypet, standing next to a twoleg. A small twoleg contraption sat next to them, and out of it came a noise that Masquerade couldn't stand. She pinned her ears to her head. What was worse about the whole seen was this; the savannah was dancing to the sound. Frowning, she wrinked her nose in disgust for the third time. She remained unmoving though, staying in the same pose as if she was frozen. "How can you stand that terrible noise?"

[' 'Roamer||Avi]

Accepted! Wonderful bio (: