Post by { i z z i e } on Oct 16, 2011 19:54:10 GMT -6
Name: Breeze (birth name Gabby)
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Love Interest: Open if you're willing to deal with Alfa trying to track her down.
Loner Because: Born that way.
Residence: 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.
Kin:
Mother | Misty
Father | Alfa
Half-siblings | DEAR LORD SO MANY
Description:
[/justify]In terms of her coloring, Breeze 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 snowy white, with only the slightest hints of ginger around her face and paws. Her eyes, too, are pale green like Misty's were. But she did inherit something from her father; like Alfa, Breeze is very attractive, even if she tries to downplay her looks. She is slim and graceful, somewhat delicate in defiance of her penchant for adventure. She's lithe and wiry, a swift and stealthy runner who has trouble sitting still for very long. Breeze looks most content when she's running or climbing or pouncing, anything so long as she's in motion.
It's often a shock to others that she has, in fact, reached her full adult size. Breeze is... well, tiny. Petite with a sweet face, she's all in all not intimidating in the least, but she uses what some might consider a defect to her advantage. Because she's so small, she's also swift and agile, skilled at hunting. She's easy to beat in a fight, if it comes down to that, but most of the time it doesn't, because it's so difficult to actually catch the skinny little thing. She could put on more weight for sure, though that's unlikely to happen given her loner lifestyle. Still, the most memorable thing about Breeze is the sheer optimism that surrounds her like some kind of noxious cloud.
Breeze is pretty, that's a fact, and in a far less intimidating way than her father. Where Alfa is sharp and harsh, his eldest daughter is softer, sweeter -- but no less charming.
Personality:
kind . forgiving . idealistic . whimsical . eccentric . "genius ditz"
[/justify]Many loners are guarded and suspicious, always wary and not too willing to let others know that they're there. Breeze 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. Patient and tolerant to an almost alarming degree, she can literally get along with anyone (it's just a matter of whether they get along with her). She doesn't take "no" for an answer when it comes to socializing; the diminutive she-cat is persistent. You will accept her kindness, or so help her, she will not rest until you do.
Her curiosity makes her willing to learn new things, but she trusts others too much. Other cats might mistake her for unintelligent, but she isn't dumb, just idealistic. Maybe it's just her youthful naivete, but in Breeze's opinion, everyone is deserving of love, no matter how obvious it may be to a sensible cat that second chances are not the way to go. She naturally believes the best about others, even when there really isn't any best about them.
She's very easily amused, and can spend hours collecting smooth stones from the riverbed, or different kinds of flowers that grow around the forest lands, or feathers that fall from birds as they fly overhead. She really does love hunting, both for prey and for "cool things." Actually, she's a bit of a hoarder. Her nest is full of weird things she's picked up while out hunting or exploring, and she's very proud of this collection. She will eagerly talk about it to anyone who takes interest.
Breeze is trusting, verging on gullible, and yet she's a mystery. No one knows too much about her. She never tells them. Why would she, when there's a chance they could be like her nameless father?
History:
[/justify]Breeze'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. She didn't mention his name.
Gabby was an adventurous little kit, insatiably curious. By the time she was two moons old, she was attempting to help 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 fifth 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.
She's spent the eleven moons since then trailing after other cats and the occasional twoleg, always taking off sooner or later. She never stayed in one place for very long, on the prowl for new and different adventures. She cycled through name after name, changing it almost every time she approached someone new, and finally decided around her eighth moon to call herself "Breeze." Over these moons, her personality developed, and it was a little eccentric. What else could one expect, given her equally eccentric lifestyle?
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, Breeze 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.
Other: Part of our "Alfa's NPC Kits" crusade. xD Now Stella + Breezepaw!
