Post by PHARAOH on Dec 14, 2014 8:44:54 GMT
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PERSONALITY Pharaoh, unlike many others, is not a cat of huge complexity. Indeed, she has some layers to her personality - everyone does - but for the most part, what you see - personality wise, at least - is what you get. And what you see? In a word: obstinate. Pharaoh is stubborn, headstrong, and driven; when she sets her mind to something, she will almost never relinquish the idea, no matter how much any cat might try to persuade her. It's difficult even for her to realize she is wrong; at the very least, even if she realizes it, she may apologize, but then simply go about her way. She doesn't like to dwell over things - Pharaoh is a very to-the-point kind of cat. She may indeed feel bad about hurting someone's feelings - but in her opinion, if they are able to move past it, then so is she. And she does. That said, Pharaoh is not unkind, nor is she exactly stoic or serious. Despite how stubborn she can seem, beneath her somewhat prickly exterior is a warm heart, and she is a cat that would give anything to help someone in need. She dreams of joining the Clans she has heard so much about from her father not just out of some challenge, but because the idea of a group of a cats, all helping each other, entices her. And Pharaoh wants, more than anything, to have a purpose; the idea of waking up every day and hunting for those who need her is the best thing in the world in her mind. She is a very generous and warm-hearted individual, and around the right cats, this would likely come out without much difficulty. She is also, contrary to appearance - and her appearance can be somewhat stern-looking, as she has always had a sharp and severe gaze - prone to bouts of mischief, and she has a playful side that knows very little bounds. Though she can seem serious at times, often she is one to crack a few jokes, especially those of a dry variety of humor. She is, however, not boundlessly energetic unlike some 'prankster' types can be; instead, she prefers to make jokes and tease others while still remaining an air of almost eerie calm. This calm can very rarely be broken as far as quarreling goes; Pharaoh is, in spite of her obstinacy, at least somewhat level-headed, and she will not often respond to animosity with lashing out or any true anger. However, when she does truly become angered, she is a force to be reckoned with; she isn't the type to yell, but even her cold fury might be unnerving, especially given how strong her fury can be. Playing with her littermates, she was always scolded for being 'too rough', even to the point of frightening her former-Clan cat father. With a bit of training, Pharaoh might find that she can better control this roughness and raw power beneath her muscles - but also that she can be prone to being truly vicious in a fight, something that might seem contrary to her normally well-meaning nature. HISTORY Many moons ago in WindClan, a large litter of sickly kits was born - five kits in all, three of which soon perished to greencough, along with their mother. Their father was deeply saddened, but he did all that he could to raise his remaining two, a tom and a she-cat - until during the seventh moon, the tom, who had always been smaller than even most WindClan cats, was carried away by a hawk in the middle of a patrol. The warrior, who had now lost almost every cat he had ever loved, was truly devastated now - indeed, he even went slightly mad, and, just a few moons later, he wandered away from his home and birthplace of WindClan, believing he had seen his son and trying to follow him to no avail. He wandered on until his paws bled, and that was when the Twolegs found him - and adopted him, nursing him back to health. But no matter how physically sound they could make him, he was dead to the world; listless, he slept most of his days for moons upon moons, sometimes fitfully from nightmares and sometimes drifting into dreams of better days. It was only when they adopted another cat, a long-haired beauty who they called Bella, that the warrior began to change. Bella was kind, with a heart as large as she was, and she brought him back out of his shell; within a few moons, she was expecting his kits, and she soon gave birth to a litter of six kittens - one of whom, a little she-cat they called Penny, seemed born entirely for a different life, with powerful muscles and a burning desire for adventure. Penny's father often told his kits about the forest, and the Clan he had once known; indeed, though he had no desire to return now, he was sure that it couldn't be so far away, as he sometimes caught the scent of the Clans on the wind when he ventured outside. Penny was always engrossed by his stories, and she time after time she begged her father to tell her where the Clans were - but he refused. Clan life was dangerous, he said, and no place for a cat like her. But Penny, ever stubborn, was not satisfied. When the kittens were about four moons old, Bella told them that soon the Twolegs would be taking some of them away to go live in new homes. Penny, who didn't want to risk the chance of being taken somewhere far away from the Clan she had heard so much about, stole away in the middle of the night and set off in search of the forest cats. It wasn't even so much that the idea of Clan life was so great to her - though it was, and she was fascinated by it - but instead her stubborn, headstrong streak, as she decided that she would prove her father wrong and live among the Clan cats. She even took a new name, abandoning the one given to her by her parents - now she was Pharaoh, the name her Twolegs had given her because of her severe gaze. Life as a loner was unforgiving for Pharaoh, but she was determined not to give up, and for two moons she has wandered in search of the Clans, mind made up about joining them. She is certainly worse for wear now - having to subsist half on Twoleg handouts and half on what meager things she could catch, as unskilled and young as she is. But within the quarter moon, Pharaoh has begun to hear chatter among other cats about a group of feral cats living in the forest - and she knows where to go now. All that's left is to join them. |
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