Post by Mystic on Oct 18, 2007 16:39:42 GMT -5
Name: Mystic
Nickname: Mia
Gender: Female
Species: Leopard
Current Age: 2 Years
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Breed: Snow Leopard
Coat Color: Light tan and white with black spots
Sample Post:
Mystic's coat quivered as the droplets encircled her. Her glossy blue-gray eyes scanned the surroundings for anything to eat. Her tail twitched, jerking back and forth, as she spotted a rabbit huddled beneath a small bush. Dinner. Her mouth watered as she watched its feet thump against the ground, propelling it towards Mia's hiding place. The hare's little nose twitched, shaking the glistening raindrops from its whiskers as it bounced. Its tail twitched as it glanced towards Mystic's hiding place. When was the time for her to attack? She'd have to make up her mind... How much longer could she wait? Licking her teeth with an anxious look on her face, she waited for the moment. The instant to take the rabbit, to snare it and tear it into tiny pieces for her enjoyment. NOW!
Mia followed the rabbit across the terrain as the rain converted to snow, chilling the air. As the rabbit finally stopped to feed off the bark of a low-hanging branch, she seized her chance. A strangled growl formed in her throat as she leapt towards it, sharp claws extended towards its neck. A quiet purr escaped her lips as she latched onto the doomed prey, snagging the gently folds of the snow hare's neck with her daggers. A loud, strangled snarl followed as she fell upon the meat, ripping through its coat as she smiled with satisfaction. She stripped the muscle from the bones, scraping her bloodied teeth against the opaque, easily snappable bones.
The cat's shining eyes skimmed across the tattered remains of the snow hare. Now, what to do? These lands are not worthy of my presence, she thought with a malicious snarl. Her fluffy tail flicked back and forth as she padded across the snow, now littering the ground evenly. She would find her place, yes. Eventually, she would stumble across a place where she would be welcom. Until then, she walked alone. The Snow Leopard of the Prophecy, the one who had obliterated the natural balance within her last clan.
Image:
History: On a quiet evening in mid-March, a female snow leopard birthed a litter of squeaking, healthy kits. Among these young ones, the story of Mystic, the Snow Leopard of the Prophecy, begins.
From the instant Mystic's eyes opened, her family exiled her. She was different, the one spoken of in the Prophecy, the Prophecy that the clan had hoped would never come true. It was spoken that within the clan, one would rise above the rest, seizing the power by force and leaving the clan in confused and scared beneath their new leader. This would be the kit that was born with the snowy white fur and blue-grey eyes. Mystic fit the description perfectly, and the clan wasn't about to allow their happy world to fall apart.
The clan plotted against her, planning to leave her alone, without any hope for survival. However, her mother fought to keep this from happening too soon, before she could support herself. Her mother managed to hold the clan off until she was a little over a year old. This was when they sought to eliminate her, to dispell any hopes that the Prophecy would ever come true. Mystic was expelled from the clan, thrown out to live on her own without any help, not even from her mother, the only one who'd ever cared for her.
Mystic sulked alone for a while, before she realized what power she truly held inside her. The fear of her clan. Perhaps she could still fulfill the Prophecy...
On a quiet evening, similar to the one she had been birthed on, Mystic approached the dwelling of her old clan. Inside the caves, a small group of cats remained while the others were out hunting. A snarl escaped as she leapt at them, beating them into submission and overtaking them. These three cats were under her command now.
When the rest of the clan returned, nearly fifteen cats, they had an unpleasant surprise awaiting them. There, in their home, waited Mystic and her minions, persuaded to follow her without a doubt. The fight unfolded: Mystic faced off with the Leader and barely managed to force him down. She was the one in charge. With an irritable growl, she recalled her cats and dominated the others, beating any cat that refused to fall to her command. She was not one to be trifled with.
Slightly after her two year birthday, commotion ensued. A huge storm, a tsunami, tore the clan apart. Mystic woke up in a new area, an unfamiliar place. What was to become of her?
Part of Pack: Stealthium
Nickname: Mia
Gender: Female
Species: Leopard
Current Age: 2 Years
Eye Color: Blue-gray
Breed: Snow Leopard
Coat Color: Light tan and white with black spots
Sample Post:
Mystic's coat quivered as the droplets encircled her. Her glossy blue-gray eyes scanned the surroundings for anything to eat. Her tail twitched, jerking back and forth, as she spotted a rabbit huddled beneath a small bush. Dinner. Her mouth watered as she watched its feet thump against the ground, propelling it towards Mia's hiding place. The hare's little nose twitched, shaking the glistening raindrops from its whiskers as it bounced. Its tail twitched as it glanced towards Mystic's hiding place. When was the time for her to attack? She'd have to make up her mind... How much longer could she wait? Licking her teeth with an anxious look on her face, she waited for the moment. The instant to take the rabbit, to snare it and tear it into tiny pieces for her enjoyment. NOW!
Mia followed the rabbit across the terrain as the rain converted to snow, chilling the air. As the rabbit finally stopped to feed off the bark of a low-hanging branch, she seized her chance. A strangled growl formed in her throat as she leapt towards it, sharp claws extended towards its neck. A quiet purr escaped her lips as she latched onto the doomed prey, snagging the gently folds of the snow hare's neck with her daggers. A loud, strangled snarl followed as she fell upon the meat, ripping through its coat as she smiled with satisfaction. She stripped the muscle from the bones, scraping her bloodied teeth against the opaque, easily snappable bones.
The cat's shining eyes skimmed across the tattered remains of the snow hare. Now, what to do? These lands are not worthy of my presence, she thought with a malicious snarl. Her fluffy tail flicked back and forth as she padded across the snow, now littering the ground evenly. She would find her place, yes. Eventually, she would stumble across a place where she would be welcom. Until then, she walked alone. The Snow Leopard of the Prophecy, the one who had obliterated the natural balance within her last clan.
Image:
History: On a quiet evening in mid-March, a female snow leopard birthed a litter of squeaking, healthy kits. Among these young ones, the story of Mystic, the Snow Leopard of the Prophecy, begins.
From the instant Mystic's eyes opened, her family exiled her. She was different, the one spoken of in the Prophecy, the Prophecy that the clan had hoped would never come true. It was spoken that within the clan, one would rise above the rest, seizing the power by force and leaving the clan in confused and scared beneath their new leader. This would be the kit that was born with the snowy white fur and blue-grey eyes. Mystic fit the description perfectly, and the clan wasn't about to allow their happy world to fall apart.
The clan plotted against her, planning to leave her alone, without any hope for survival. However, her mother fought to keep this from happening too soon, before she could support herself. Her mother managed to hold the clan off until she was a little over a year old. This was when they sought to eliminate her, to dispell any hopes that the Prophecy would ever come true. Mystic was expelled from the clan, thrown out to live on her own without any help, not even from her mother, the only one who'd ever cared for her.
Mystic sulked alone for a while, before she realized what power she truly held inside her. The fear of her clan. Perhaps she could still fulfill the Prophecy...
On a quiet evening, similar to the one she had been birthed on, Mystic approached the dwelling of her old clan. Inside the caves, a small group of cats remained while the others were out hunting. A snarl escaped as she leapt at them, beating them into submission and overtaking them. These three cats were under her command now.
When the rest of the clan returned, nearly fifteen cats, they had an unpleasant surprise awaiting them. There, in their home, waited Mystic and her minions, persuaded to follow her without a doubt. The fight unfolded: Mystic faced off with the Leader and barely managed to force him down. She was the one in charge. With an irritable growl, she recalled her cats and dominated the others, beating any cat that refused to fall to her command. She was not one to be trifled with.
Slightly after her two year birthday, commotion ensued. A huge storm, a tsunami, tore the clan apart. Mystic woke up in a new area, an unfamiliar place. What was to become of her?
Part of Pack: Stealthium