Rumour; Rogue

{: RUMOUR :}

Past names: Pelt of Flaming Sky { Flame }
Future names: -x-
Age: 25 moons
Parents: Song of Morning Birds {Morning Bird} x Screech of Flying Eagle {Eagle}
Kin: -x-
Mate: -x-
Kits: -x-

Clan: -x-
Rank: Rogue/Loner/Nomad
Abilities: Hunting, Fighting, Climbing Trees, Swimming, Tree-Hunting, Tree-Fighting, Fishing
Disabilities: Sorrow, social-skills, black heart, a few permanent burns and wounds throughout her body.
Main Attack Move: "Poison-Dart" - A simple move where her arrowhead is dabbed in poison while in battle. She attacks, opening a wound before gripping her necklace with her teeth, sending in the arrowhead to release either a deathly blow or a paralyzing one, depending on what mood she's in and what resources she has.

Basic Description: A sleek, tough and independent tabby she-cat with haunting amber eyes and an arrowhead necklace.

Description: -see picture

Personality: Rumour has always has a clever mouth, but even more clever claws. She's a very harsh character to mess with, and also very emotional. The she-cat doesn't like to be messed with, but she wasn't always this way.

From her tribe, she was raised as a good, cheerful lead hunter. She mastered many types of terrain hunting, including on dangerous mountain ledges. Her tribe, The Tribe of Whispering Trees, was partially up the mountain, partially in the valley. They are directly below the Tribe of Swirling Skies. They lived and slept in trees while the hunters and guards moved on all kinds of land. This is where she mastered most of her abilities. She loved working hard and bringing back prizes to her clanmates.

When she was exiled, her heart began to harden and darken. She wanted revenge, but she was not to come back at all. She kept her tribe's ceremonial and sacred arrowhead necklace as a reminder of where she'd came from, but also to use as a wepon. She was taught a few poison remedies, and usually has the end of her arrow tipped with it when she meets with other cats. She's not all bad. She can be friendly at times after she warms up, but mostly it just turns to flirtation with toms.

History: Born into the Tribe of Whispering Trees, her tribe was sworn enimies of the Tribe of Swirling Skies. They were smaller than them, but with their one secret wepon, they had the upper paw of controling the area. Arrowhead necklaces. Every cat had one, woven together with bendable, hard stems from their reasorces. Every cat was given one after becoming a hunter, guard, or poison assistant.

Training was easy. Her paw-pads were made for rocks, her claws for climbing, and her jaws for fighting. She was slick and fast with her small frame, easily taking down even the toughest guard. She was made Lead Hunter just after her to-beship and led her tribe to glorious full tummies for moons. She soon switched to a poison assistant, working under the teachings of Venom of Fierce Snake. She learned many remedies before she was exiled.

Exile. A word that still makes her fur grip with fear, pain, and sorrow. She was framed and had done nothing to ruin her perfectly good life. Once the adults had left to their monthly offering ritual, she had to stay and watch the kittens before they were attacked by a gang of young foxes. She did her best, taking a few out with her poison, but she could not save the kits. Her fur was matted with blood of hers and the kits, her claws tinted with crimson before the adults returned, horrified by the bloody mess. They had to blame someone. And so, she was chased off, never to return.

But they forgot her necklace. The one thing she could remember them by. She continued to wander, getting stronger and darker, her sorrow building up but replaced with revenge. She still wanders and has made herself a nest, frequently changing areas inside and out of Clan territory. Beware, she still makes use of her poison skills. But most of all, she's unpredictable and has a heart pouring with revenge.

Other accounts: Bliss'star, Tidalrage, Halfkit