Starting out;

Name: Streamsong
Gender: She-cat
Age: 24 moons
Clan: Duskclan
Rank: Deputy

Main Body;

Pic: ((None yet))
Appearance: Streamsong is part Somali, part Turkish Van. Although not considered small for a cat, she does look smaller than most other cats. This is because she is in fact much more slender than many. She's not skinny, in fact, she's perfectly healthy. At the same time, she has a very lithe and muscular build, enabling her to run very fast. Her part Turkish Van heritage also allows her to feel at home in the water as she does on the ground. Steamsong takes after the Somali in appearance. She has a thick blue-gray coat with an ivory underside and a bushy tail. Also, she has large, intelligent amber-gold eyes.

Personality:
[Distance is good] Streamsong doesn't have commitment issues but distance is good. She can be friendly and cheerful but that doesn't mean it's actually true. Simply put, Streamsong is a good liar and an amazing actress. She doesn't trust others and make friends easily but when she does, she'll stick with you through thick and thin.

[The Brilliant Fool] She can fight. She can hunt. She's ambitious. She's a master negotiator. She's a genius. She has the gift of tongues ~ Just Kidding...Of course she doesn't have the gift of tongues. Unfortunately, she's the biggest fool in history as well. She's random. She's a joker. She never gives a straight answer. She indulges herself in the obscene mangling of other's names. Streamsong annoys people on purpose, picking on those who make themselves easy targets. And when they get mad, she runs off laughing like a mad person. She talks wierd to annoy others and invents nonsense words on her own while grinning all the way.

[Master of Deceit] Streamsong never rushes things. Things need to be planned, discussed and excecuted. And all of it needs to be perfect. Strategy and planning is everything to the young she-cat. She hardly resorts to cheating and tricks, but when she does, you can be sure it is something bad. She is a take-charge kind of cat, but only works behind-the-scenes. Streamsong is cunningly intelligent and intelligently cunning, a master of lies and deceit. So, if you find yourself in some sort of deliberately orchestrated, inescapable mess, you can be sure that Streamsong is behind it. However, she is fiercely loyal to her leader and will only act under serious circumstances.

[Black Hole Tubby] She eats anything and everything. Streamsong has can easily polish off the share of two to three cats. The food just slides down her throat and disappears just like that. And she's never really full. Another wierd thing is that she doesn't get fat. The average cat will need a whole lot of exercising just to burn off the calories but Streamsong's abnormally high metabollic rate burns all excess calories easily, allowing her to keep her slender build no matter how much she eats...

History:Streamsong was born a kittypet. The first month of her life was good. Her mother and owners took good care of she and her twin brother. However, all that changed when she left the confines of her house one day. Her first name was Artemis.

Her twoleg had left a gap in the front door when she opened it to take out the trash. One-month old Artemis had decided to take that chance and slip out for an adventure. Her owner did not notice her escape and she continued, unhindered into the woods opposite her home. By the time she had started to get bored, she was already far from home. She was lost. It was only by luck, two days later that she was found by a stray German Shepherd female with a two week old pup. The female had recently lost her other cub to a car accident and although her natural instinct was to kill the scrap of fur for food, her motherly instinct kicked in. She took Artemis as her own child, and raised her with the pup.

The pup's name was Comet and for the next few moons, Artemis and Comet treated each other like brother-and-sister. They stood up for each other and were always together. Artemis was taught to fight like a dog, but developed her own style combining speed and velocity to create the powerful, explosive force of a dog. She also found ways to utilise her small size, balance and sharp claws to beat much larger and stronger opponents. She taught some of it to her adopted brother, Comet and developed a fighting style where they could both utilize their unique abilities fully. They made an amazing team. They also observed hunting tachniques of both cats and dogs and learned them.

But then, when she was eight moons of age, Artemis stumbled across Duskclan. By then, Comet was already growing further and further away from her. He was now the heir to the position of alpha amongst the strays. Artemis' and Comet's friendship were staunch as ever but they were never meant to stay together. Besides, Artemis was less than half his size. She was a cat and meant to live like one. However, she kept her unique style. As expected, there was a fight to prove herself worthy of entry into Duskclan. Her skill and experience didn't fail her.

Now, she's the right-hand cat in DuskClan, ambitious as ever but as fiercely loyal to her leader as any dog.

The End;

IC:
((I'll be using one of my threads from another roleplay. This one's as one of my horse characters in third-person))

(From THV~'Coldfront' as Ailill)
To Ailill, the cold was comforting. Snow hid him from the sight of other horse, helped him merge with his surroundings. Cream and silver were difficult colours to see in the greyish-white light of snowy weather. But Regina too, with her black, grey and white brindled pelt was very nearly completely invisible. Ailill had to strain his eyes in order to see her. When she whinnied, he answered and cantered back to her side, touching her neck gently with his soft muzzle.

"I'm here Regina. Let's go find some shelter. A cave maybe..." Slowly, he led her through the dense whiteness of the swirling snow, keeping right beside her and matching her step for step. It was by luck that a short while later, they found a string of trees, all growing so close together that there was only enough space between them for the two horses to move through together. And there, behind the string of trees was a the mouth of a cave just like one Ailill had been hoping for. The cave mouth wasn't very large, probably only enough for four or five horses to pass through at once, but the cave did look big and from where he stood, he thought he could see the various twisting passages at the end of the cave. And all seemed big enough for horses to pass through comfortably in single file. Simply put, Ailill was already thinking of exploring it and seeing exactly how many horses could stay there without it feeling cramped. However, it still depended on whether Regina liked it. If she said yes, then it would be where they stay. But if she turned her nose up at it, he would go look for somewhere else.

"Regina, what do you think? Maybe this can be our home..."

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