Post by { i z z i e } on Jan 14, 2011 11:21:14 GMT -6
n a m e :: Stella (birth name Gabby)
a g e :: 16 moons
g e n d e r :: She-cat
m a t e / c r u s h :: Nope. Open, though, if you're willing to deal with the high likelihood of Alfa trying to track her down. xD
l o n e r b e c a u s e :: Born that way.
r e s i d e n c e :: Rogue Loft, usually. She's fascinated by the Clans and likes to listen to stories about them from anyone willing to talk about their previous life. She also visits the Loners Barn sometimes.
k i n ::
Mother[/i] |
Father[/i] | Alfa
Half-siblings[/i] | DEAR LORD SO MANY
d e s c r i p t i o n ::
[/justify]In terms of her coloring, Stella takes more after her mother, Misty (a silver she-cat, like her name would suggest). A silver tortoiseshell, her fur is a mixture of slate gray and frost white. Her eyes, too, are pale green like Misty's were. But she did inherit something from her father; like Alfa, Stella is very attractive, an eye-catching beauty even if she tries to downplay her looks. She is willowy and graceful, but there is an air of modesty about her. Something noble about how Stella carries herself makes her seem more like a princess than a stray, even though it's clear her life so far has been far from royal.
Despite her somewhat delicate appearance, this silver tortie is a born hunter and adventurer. She's lithe and wiry, a swift and stealthy runner who has trouble sitting still for very long. Stella looks most content when she's running or climbing or pouncing, anything so long as she's in motion. There's a fluidity to her movements above and beyond the normal levels of grace that loners could be expected to display. She might have been born a Clan cat, her mother used to say, and Stella took those words to heart, even if it wasn't exactly a compliment.
At fifteen moons, she probably won't be doing any more growing -- not exactly a problem, seeing as she is already on the tall side. She could put on more weight, though that's unlikely given her loner lifestyle. Despite malnutrition, Stella is still a lovely she-cat, beautiful and charming but in a far less intimidating way than her father. The combination of Alfa and Misty's genes was, essentially, an extremely beautiful girl next door.
p e r s o n a l i t y ::
Many loners are guarded and suspicious, always wary and not too willing to let others know that they're there. Stella, on the surface, is far different. She's outgoing, bold, and adventurous, a young she-cat who laughs easily and seems to have not a care in the world. Surely, anyone who meets her is liable to think, she's had a safe, comfortable life up to this point. No one who knew of the dangers of this world could be so blithely unconcerned about them.
But Stella knows the world's dangers inside and out. She's not ignorant.
She's fearless.
Stella has a warrior's spirit, but also the ability to charm. She's outgoing and amiable, light-hearted and free-spirited. But not everything about her is sunshine and roses; not at all. The hot temper that she tries to hide with her friendliness still shines through now and then.
Stella is a rebel. Stella is a wanderer with no destination. Stella is unpredictable, Stella is a liar.
Her friendly, cheerful disposition hides profound trust issues that she's gathered over the fifteen moons of her existence, trust issues that compelled her to change her name and keep traveling and traveling until she can't go any farther. She's a troublemaker at heart; she wants to know that she can affect others, that she's not invisible.
At first glance, she's just a thrill-seeker, always in search of a new adventure, but that's only part of it. She is also convinced that no one else can be trusted to take care of her, which leads to her apparent inability to follow directions. It seems totally illogical to others, but Stella would rather be caught outside in a storm thanks to her own bad judgment than safe and warm inside because someone else told her to stay there.
Sure, maybe that'll come back to bite her one day. It probably will. But Stella wouldn't have it any other way, that's for sure.
She can trust herself more than anyone else in the world. Who knows if the others will turn out like her mysterious father?
h i s t o r y ::
Stella's story begins with a silver she-cat named Misty. Misty was a young loner, still naive and easily led, and when she met a handsome, charming ginger tom who called himself Alfa, she fell hard for him. It was only then that he revealed that he was not a nice cat, but a cruel, sociopathic sadist who mistreated and abused Misty. When their single kit was born, he abruptly left, abandoning Misty (who was sick and weak by then) and the newborn, who Misty named Gabby.
Gabby grew up with no father and a chronically ill mother. When, one day, she asked who her father was and why he didn't live with them, Misty told her, simply, that he was a bad cat who should never have been trusted. Gabby's youthful idealism was shattered, and from then on, she was reluctant to trust anyone, fearful of making the same mistake her mother made.
But Gabby was an adventurous little kit, insatiably curious but surprisingly loving. By the time she was two moons old, she was helping her sick mother hunt, and she tried not to complain when they had to go hungry. It was hard for Misty to believe that this kit could possibly be Alfa's, but as Gabby grew, it was clear from her hunting skills that there was a predator in her somewhere. Misty watched in apprehension as her daughter got older, hoping that she'd be able to prevent the young she-cat from ever turning out like her father, but her illness finally got the better of her.
One night during Gabby's fourth moon of life, Misty passed away from disease. Gabby awoke to chill winds and no comforting feeling of warmth from her mother's body; after she had spent nearly an hour nudging the lifeless silver she-cat and pleading with her to wake up, the kit finally was forced to accept that her mother was gone. Grief-stricken, confused, and alone, she wandered off, unable to properly take care of herself but left with no other option.
And from then on she was someone else, someone new.
She's spent the eleven moons since then manipulating other cats and the occasional twoleg into helping her out, always taking off sooner or later. She never stayed in one place for very long. She cycled through name after name, changing it every time she approached someone new, finally deciding around her eighth moon to call herself "Stella" after hearing the name somewhere and liking it.
Over the course of her life, she's had a mate or two in the times when she settled down for long enough to meet any other cats. (Maybe she takes after her father in a few ways.)
At the age of thirteen or fourteen moons, during the early middle of greenleaf, she stumbled into the loners' barn, not at all averse to taking advantage of a nice, cozy barn to sleep in. It wasn't long before she realized that she was actually right at the edge of the territory of WindClan, one of the Clans her mother had told her about as a kit. Curious and excited, Stella took to living in the rogue loft and going out on little expeditions to chart the moors and forests.
She knows it's probably a bad idea to stay here for too long, but for some reason she can't quite explain, she hasn't moved on yet.
r o l e p l a y e x a m p l e :: heheh no.
o t h e r :: Part of our "Alfa's NPC Kits" crusade. xD
