::victoria : kittypet::

[Neon Blue]

victoria
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_{twenty moons - kittypet - kittypet}

hair just as gold as the sun
appearance
eyes just as dark as the moon

she is not vain, she knows the strong points in her appearance as well as the weak ones. her head is broad, just as her shoulders are. her ears wide, the right nicked from a past battle. there were so many, she can't seem to recall which one. her eyes are a piercing green, a color she likes, although they stand out in comparison to her bright pink nose.
her body is husky, built to fight. her paws are powerful, and her claws sharp. she is not afraid to use them. her fur is short and thick, a brown tabby pattern with white dipped paws and muzzle.
she is not vain. but she is beautiful.

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just the way i am
personality
the one and only

she likes honesty, which is why she herself never tells a lie. she keeps no thoughts to herself, and she always makes her feelings known. why should she bottle them up for the sake of others? she would be hurting herself if she did so, rather them then her. It is most likely that reason why she never had many friends in shadowclan, or even now as a kittypet. she doesn't mind however. she would rather be lonely then have the constant ranting of others. she is better at fending for herself and herself only, which was why she left shadowclan in the first place. that and her fierce temper and prickly pride got her into many fights among clan mates, she was only bringing them down and she wasn't going to be anyones burden.
not much of that applies to sparta, her mate. she feels and acts different around him. granted she is still prickly and fierce in nature, he brings out a strange softness she never felt in the clan or with anyone. but this good feeling also brings out the worst in her. she calls it love.

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wrap it up and send it back, i don't want it
history
where the sugar comes from

she was born in shadowclan, yes those are her roots. she was once a clan cat. she grow up normal, no excitement, no fear. she was fierce and she was honest. traits, usually admired, others disliked in her. she gave them much trouble, she was a burden. even to her mother, who although she didn't love, and it was a strange wound to have a mothers disapproval.
she was only seven moons when she never returned from a solo hunting trip. she was quite clever when she ripped out clumps of her own fur, and splattered her own blood near a rat nest with a strong fresh scent. she did not want to leave any doubt in their minds that she was alive. not even sure they cared either way.
she never mourned them, something that told her she had never had any kinds of attachments. she lived on, moving from place to place, never settling anywhere for to long. her paws always felt restless, her heart always heavy.
then she met him. sparta. a kittypet who had boldly challenged her. to be more exact he had hit on her. back then she had thought that all kittypets were the same. Soft and weak. but he wasn't. she remembered fiercely attacking him, but her attacks had fallen off him like water. not only did he win that battle but he won her respect. yes his attitude gritted on her nerves like no other, and for many moons they were always at the others throat, but she could never make herself leave. her paws were no longer restless and her heart was no longer heavy.
he figured it out way before she did. when he declared he loved her she had laughed, he was a ladies tom, he probably said that to everyone right? but it stirred something and although he played it off he always seemed a little hurt.
when he disappeared for days, she worried. had his two-legs taken him to the cutter? when he returned he was the same as always, but sadder somehow. she didn't want to ask, but she had anyways.
he was leaving. his two-legs were old, they couldn't provide for him. he was going far away, very soon. it was this news that crushed her unconscious resistance and she pleaded with him to stay. she didn't feel ashamed until later that she had actually begged, but she has never regret it. she will never forget his eyes lighting up and the moment he said yes.
the next night we left with his two-legs together.
and now, so many moons later, we are expecting out first litter.

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lets see the way you groove
rp sample
music to my ears

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missed a step
other
something bothering you mister

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[Neon Blue]

Accepted