milda, rogue | Eternity's End

Welcome, visitor. Welcome to a forest where four Clans reside in constant competition, where loners and rogues struggle on the sidelines, where the strong are outmaneuvered by the weak and the brave make their own way through will alone. Welcome to a forest where StarClan does not speak, and no cat knows the reason for their silence. In a forest where nothing is certain, the only constant is the will of individuals to survive because every breath could be their last.

When the ancestors they vaunted went silent, there was confusion at first. Then there was panic and fear, unrest and blame. Moons passed without a word from the Clans' starry ancestors, and tensions rose until at last a bloodbath at Fourtrees put an end to the Gathering tradition. Thus began a period of silence between all the Clans of the forest—one which continues to stretch on with no end in sight.

Now StarClan has been silent for a full year, and chaos still reigns. ThunderClan and RiverClan are on the verge of war, and conflict within ShadowClan has split the Clan into two factions—the believers and the rebels. No cat hears from WindClan any more, as they keep to themselves and their so-called prophet, worshipping her in lieu of the ancestors who no-longer offer their guidance. As falling leaves herald the leaf-bare that is on its way, no cat knows what the coming moons will hold for the forest's four Clans.

milda, rogue Dec 11, 2014 18:21:44 GMT -5

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Post by punio on Dec 11, 2014 18:21:44 GMT -5

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»clan: rogue
» age: 20 moons.
» gender: female
» rank: n/a
» status: malnourished
» mentor/apprentice: n/a
» description: Skinny ball of pure rage and rumpled blue tabby fur.[/ul]

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[/b][/font] Rumpled, dishevelled, and in dire need of a good bath. That's what Milda currently looks like, though she swears up and down that her fur is just naturally wild and unruly. Her fur looks perpetually windswept, and if she were a twoleg one would very much get the impression that she had something akin to a mohawk on top of her small, angular face. If she were a twoleg, she might have perhaps preened at the comment; but as it stands, mohawk sounds suspiciously similar to moo-hawk, and cows moo, and cows are oafish, silly creatures, so now she has no choice but to get offended and pick a fight with whoever was so careless enough to make that comment.

Her legs and tail are rather long considering her average frame, and in her original clan she was bred to be a runner, delivering messages from clan to clan. Unfortunately, she lacks the stamina that she once had in the prime of her youth, mostly due to the fact that she looks a few meals short of becoming carrion chow. Milda is unnaturally lean, and though she stomps about the place with righteous anger as though she owns the ground beneath her paws, the way they slightly drag at the ground hint at the exhaustion that has settled deep within her bones.

» personality: stubborn. aggressive. rude. independent. sensitive.

Milda, born on the anniversary of Lazdona and Dievas's mateship, was named after the Lithuanian goddess of love and courtship. A few moons later, Lazdona believes Milda should have been named Junda, after the goddess of war.

» background: ok first thing's first i'll eat your brains.[/ul]

immediate kin

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extended kin

[/b][/font] ~~dievas~~
» mother: ~~lazdona~~
» brothers: perkunas, ~~kovas~~, ~~menuo~~
» sisters: laima, ~~zemyna~~, ~~gondu~~[/ul]
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