Wolfsound app

[Bio]
Name: Wolf Wolfpaw Wolfsound
Age: 27 moons
Gender: Female
Breed: Pixiebob x maine coon
Clan: Loner Darkclan
Rank: Warrior
Book description: Gray she-cat with black paws, ears, tail, and strip along back. Amber eyes, and many scars along pelt and multiple nicks in ears.

[Personality]
|Quiet|Lone-Wolf|Hot-headed|Cocky| Secretive |


|Quiet| This cat does not like others, she would rather jump into a lake of water then go on a hunting patrol. Or have an Apprentice, but both she has no choice but to do so she does it without complaint. Keeping to herself always, and tries to not give out to much personal information even to her own clan-mates.

|Lone-Wolf| Wolfsound likes to be alone. Period. End of statement. Finding a nice shady tree to lay under and a plump black bird to eat, the sun lightly glazing her pelt.

|Hot-headed| Sadly for anyone who happens to tick her off, this she-cat is very short-tempered and acts without thinking half the time. Being so, she doesn't get along with very many even if it seems like she does. Wolf believes everyone hates her for her temper problem, and acts on it. Always snapping when someone asks her about herself, her life, or her scars. She also hates talking to others.

|Cocky| Wolfsound believes becoming deputy, and then leader, will be a flick of the tail for her. Easy as catching a mouse with three broken legs.

| Secretive| Much is not known about this particular she-cat, Wolfsound is very quiet and keeps to herself. Thus, what she things is very mysterious~ Not many know what goes inside her head, and if they do they are lucky to know. The amber-eyed warrior secretly wants to be leader. Being a former loner she dreams of ruling the clan, from being lower than dirt to the highest rank is her dream. And she will do anything to reach it.


Likes: Silence, being alone, shady trees, ravens, power,
Dislikes: Kits, loud cats, being annoyed, water,


[History]

Wolf, was born to a rogue and a kittypet. Her mother gave all her siblings to her father. Her mother being a rogue, only wanted to take care of one kit. The amber eyed kit being the biggest and strongest, she took it. Abandoning all the others to her kittypet mate.
As the young kit grew, her mother got sick. At a very young age she had to toughen up and fend for herself as her only known parent passed on into the ranks of Starclan. Her mother was a former clan-cat and taught her the code and showed her of Starclan. Every night Wolf would look up into silver pelt and whisper prayers to her mother, or if she was down and needed advice she'd start mumbling to her. She still does this.
At the age of an apprentice just about to earn her warrior name, she wandered into Darkclan territory and picked a fight with a small hunting party. One of the cats saw potential in her and brought her to the clan. She joined, but kept to herself. Wolfpaw was given her warrior name as soon as she joined the clan. As she already knew more then the basics.
Wolfsound lived in the clan, still very much keeping to herself. Not getting close to anyone and isolating herself within the clan.


[Family]

Mate: none
Kits: none
Father: Kittypet
Mother: Rogue
Siblings: Unknown


[Relationships]
Neutral/Aquaintence
Friend
Good friend
Attraction
Crush
Love
Respect
Family
Dislike
Hate

Pistolcrack||Darkclan|=KemiThePyromaniac
"-sighs- Oh Pistolcrack, thank you for the ear. And thank you for the new scars from those foxes. Though we started out odd I see you as my only friend in the clan, just I'm never going on a patrol with you.Ever.Again. "
Jawpaw||Breezeclan|~MewDeathbyNeko
"Ahh, the little Breezeclan apprentice~ The second I laid my eyes on her; she will be mine. All mine, and nothing will get in my way."
Duskscar||Breezeclan|Me!
"Tch, the little thing. I hope he enjoys the scars I gave him, and the lose of his sister should sharpen him up into something less...Weak. Pathetic. "

[Rp Sample]
Wolfsound snarled, rolling her amber eyes. She was forced to be on another border patrol, her shoulders tensed back as she walked. Giving her a look of a tiger walking, paw after paw. Her tail hanging boredly behind her. The amber-eyed she-cat sighed as one of the many apprentices in the group started to ask her about her scars. "None of your business," Meowing dryly, the annoyance obvious in her voice. Looking to the mentor of, what she considered a kit, for help. The other cat had no interest in her. So she just continued on. Ignoring the cat until its constant bugging rubbed her fur the wrong way. Stopping in her tracks and turning on the nosy brat. "Do you want to know where they came from!?" Hissing through clenched teeth, "ME!" Lying as she snapped at the cats ears, just about ripping it off and running off.

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