Vixenplume - CotR

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Name
Vixenplume
*Prefers being called Vix
Rank
Warrior
Age
23 moons
Breed
Ocicat x Bombay
Gender
female
PersonalityVixenplume is a very nice cat, but what is nice, truly? She worries about others and tries to do the most she can to help them. She is, however, very sneaky. She likes finding out secrets, and she does well to keep them. She's misunderstood, as some cats think she's just like any other cat, when she's full of information. She vows to keep them secrets, but who knows, maybe one day some bottled up feelings will make her explode. She likes to be happy, and rarely gets mad or sad, but this is done by not admitting how she feels, by faking some things. She swears she'll never do anything bad. She also loves giving advice, and feeling like she's needed. Vix hates being alone, whether or not she's anti-social, she'd rather be uncomfortable in a crowd than die alone, with no-one by her side.
History
Vixenplume has had a pretty unevenetful past, she was born into the clan, just as any other cat. Her father died when she was an apprentice, after being brutally attacked by a group of dogs. Her brother, Pensionpaw, died as an apprentice when he was 'exploring' and fell into a gorge. Curiosity did kill the cat, right? These deaths greatly affected her young self and may have contributed to major changes in her persona. When she was younger, she was very feisty, and that got her into trouble, as a fight with an apprentice as a kit left her with 3 jagged scars running across her thigh.
Kin
(All NPCS)
Roaringfalls (Father, Dead)
Foxheart (Mother)
Pensionpaw (Brother, Dead)
Mate
none
Kits
none
Relationships
none yet
Roleplay Sample
**This is from a different group
Armina blinked open her lime-green eyes, which instantly narrowed into slits. She was tucked into a dim corner, with only a slanting golden ray of light betraying that the sun had risen. The ray bounced off of the cool walls of her enclosure, blinding her for a moment.

This city is living hell, hell alright. She ventured flatly, gently moving one paw along the concrete wall beside her. Memories of last night flooded back to her like a crashing wave, enveloping her with a chill. Those eyes, those bloodied fangs… it was too much to recall.

She frowned slightly and cautiously poked her head out of a broken window before creeping along the creaky windowsill. She scrabbled up the wall a few feet, digging her claws into whatever pawholds she could find. She reached the top of the roof and she layed down and peered over the edge of the roof, watching the dead city. Hauling herself up, she sighed and yawned loudly. I should probably be heading back inside by now, she thought, though the tranquility of the roof made her want to stay.