F A L L I N G C R O W
Character Name:Sita, and later to be called Fallingcrow
Character Age:Sita is 32 moons old.
Gender:Sita is a she-cat.
Alliance:Sita will become part of RiverClan.
Rank:Sita is a rogue at this moment, however when she joins a clan, she will be a warrior.
Appearance (6 or more sentences):Sita a very slender, short haired she-cat with bright flame colored fur. Her pelt consists of different rusty colored markings, commonly known as ''Tabby marks". Her markings are a darker shade of ginger that nicely contrasts her lighter reddish brown undercoat. Her stripes wrap underneath her belly, coming to points to form a pattern that resembles a rib cage along her sides. Her belly is a bright, stark white that extends on towards her chin. Her chin also features a few specks of an off white cream color, that can also be seen in two dots just above her eyes. Sita's eyes are a bright silver color, they often times shine when the sunlight hits them just them. Sita also has a few nasty scars along her back, when she was just a kit, a fox inaded the den where her mother had recently kitted, Snow - her mother - had been away hunting, the fox had just grabbed Sita in it's jaws when her mother returned, leaving the wounds that the fox had begun to inflict on her to scar. Her long fur usually hides where they lay, but occasional if her fiur is ruffled, they are visible. All in all, Sita is a very noticeable she-cat, but unique to say the least.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements):Sita is a very brutal, harsh she-cat. She doesn't care much to socialize and can often times be a tad.. mean. She prefers to keep to herself, and doesn't take kindly to cheery clan mates. She often times veers off on her own, to have some space of her own. However should a cat find a friend in her, she will fight to the death for them, she takes pride in her loyalty to those who have been kind to her, and she will repay their kindness with any sacrifice needed. She is a very brave, outgoing she cat and would journey to the edge of the world for her friends.
---Likes:Sita very much appreciates a quite afternoon to herself. She also enjoys listening to the bird song in early morning, it gives her a calm sense of mind. Sita also likes to hunt, she often times veers away from her patrol to go off on her own.
--- Dislikes (at least 3):Sita strongly dislikes talkative cats, she is easily aggravated and usually ends up coming up with a reason to abandon a conversation. She also hates cats that are only serving their clan for the chance to gain power, she sees that as something disgraceful to do as a warrior. She also dislikes it when cats rave on about StarClan, her faith is not that strong you see.
---Strengths:Sita's slender form makes it very easy for her to run through the trees, she often uses that to her advantage in the case of a fight, or while she is hunting. Sita's claws are also very long and sharp, making her an excellent climber.
---Weaknesses:Sita's fur is very bright and noticeable, which makes it hard for her to hide while hunting, or stalking. She is also a tad clumsy on her feet when it comes to making quick decisions, she is not the fastest of she cats, she easily loses her balance, making her vulnerable at times when in a spat. Sita also can not swim at all, and being a RiverClan she-cat, that's a pretty nasty disadvantage. Sita is also deaf in one ear, making it difficult for her to pin point where things are at times.
History:As a kit, Sita was born to Snow, whom had always lived life on her own. Snow really didn't care for the idea of living around a bunch of cats, leaving under rules and having to hunt for everyone but herself; no, Snow wanted to live under her own rules. When Snow met a male cat from one of the clans, ThunderClan to be precise, her opinion still hadn't changed. The two often commingled and shared the troubles and tribulations of their lives, and swiftly began to grow closer to one another. At one point the ThunderClan tom tried to convince the beautiful white she cat to join him in his Clan, but no, Snow still wouldn't commit herself to the group of Clan cats nearby. When Snow discovered she was soon to have the ThunderClan tom's kits, she fled in fear of him taking them to his camp. She ventured closer towards what the tom had called RiverClan, and kitted there in a tree. Snow made that her personal home, raising Hazel, Italy, and Sita. Sita, being the only she-cat out of the three kits, formed a very close relationship with her mother in the short time that they were together. Left to the torment of her brothers during the day while her mother was away, she looked forward to having another she cat to learn from. One day, while Snow was away hunting, a fox found their den. Sita, being the runt of the litter was pushed to the back of the tree, while her brothers attempted to fight off the fox. Swiftly however, Hazel and Italy were tragically killed by the menace outside of their den. The moment that the foxes jaw closed around Sita's back, she heard her mother's enraged yowl from outside. When the fox jerked to the side at the claws scrabbling at his back, Sita's head crashed into the side of the tree den, leaving her to a world of black. When she awoke, she found both her brothers, and her mother, to have been killed by the fox. Unsure of what to do, Sita fled towards the Two-legs, lounging in ally ways during the day, and picking at the pellets that they threw her way. As time grew on, Sita learned to hunt on her own, and veered away from the kitty-pet life. She became a rogue, much like her mother. During a rainstorm in new-leaf, the river flooded, leaving her to her own defenses. Soon the water became to high for her to battle, and she began to be swept away. When all hope was lost, a tug at her scruff alerted her at someone's presence. She felt herself being tugged to the surface, only to find a strong RiverClan warrior dragging her towards the shore. RiverClan courteously took her to their camp, and allowed her to stay. Since then, she has trained in the ways of the warrior cat.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio):Sita padded along the edge of the river, her fur on end. She hated the water with a fiery passion, that not many cats could understand. She couldn't swim, and of course, her destination was on the other side of the river. She had used the rocks before hand, to get across, but now they had become swallowed by the rising and falling depth of the river. Today, the rocks were hidden from view, so Sita knew the water was far too deep for her paws to find the bottom. She pinned her ears back, narrowing her silver eyes down at the rushing water. Once again, it had defeated her. Only a few sun rises ago it had tried to swallow her up during the flood, thank StarClan for that RiverClan warrior, had he not have been there, she would have surely drowned! Sita sighed, continuing her pacing along the bank of the river that separated RiverClan from the other territories. She hadn't been gone for long, but the river had already rose so far that the rocks had disappeared. Sita perked her good ear tilting her head at the call of another cat from across the water. "Having trouble there, Fallingpaw?" It was the name that they had given her when she arrived in their camp. She didn't quite understand why they insisted she change her name, but hey, why argue when they were offering you a home?
Comments (optional):I do hope this is okay C: I tried pretty hard on this!
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