Post by oni on Oct 23, 2015 17:52:29 GMT
 Holly Flower Next to your deeper fears we stand surrounded by a million years general info
APPEARANCE
It’s clear at first glance that Holly Flower is a looker, even at birth her mother said that she would grow up to be a fine she-cat. Of course that might be because Holly Flower looks remarkably like her mother, a she-cat who regarded her own beauty as one of if not her most important strong suits. Being in a cold climate it’s only natural that Holly Flower would have thick fur to protect against the bitter leaf-bare chill. With light brown, almost cream colored fur that darkens at points to a dark brown near black color, Holly Flower is clearly named for the distinctive white markings on her jaw, chest, and paws. If there’s one thing that could enhance Holly Flower’s beauty it would be that of her eyes which are a stunning blue that her mother often compared to the clear sky of their mountain home. For a she-cat born in the basin her kithood was a hard one at first, but soon when she learned how to fend for herself she managed to grow and fill out in a form resembling her father. Of average size she does not seem intimidating at first, but she always walks forward without hesitation and with purpose. Her slim form hidden beneath thick fur can only be noticed by those who come into close contact with her, but if you think she doesn’t have strength behind her blows you would be mistaken. Though slim she is toned and fit, the rigors of loner life within the basin have given her the strength and speed necessary to survive on her own giving her all the confidence she needs.  personality
With her every step brimming with confidence, Holly Flower is anything but timid. To survive in this hostile environment on one’s own one needs to know how to play the game with prey and predator alike, and boy does she play this game well. Growing up without a father and with a mother renown for her beauty it was clear from the get go how Moth was going to have to raise her mini-me daughter and son. The only reason she had survived this long was because of her quick thinking and wit, and she was going to be certain to pass these along to her kits. Holly Flower took to these lessons like a sponge to water, soaking up whatever she could to create the she-cat of today. Independent, cunning, self-preserving. All of these aspects are what she prides herself on. Survival was the ultimate goal, and she will use any means to achieve it. To be able to use whatever she can, however, requires a mind that takes in and processes everything. Observing is a talent she cultivated from kithood. She is a reactionary creature forged from the lessons in her youth, doing just enough in certain situations to gauge reactions and determine her next move. Instead of the leap before you look types of characters who often mean gruesome ends or ill-fated situations, Holly Flower is cautious in her actions and words. A she-cat who hides her true intentions behind a mask of whatever the moment desires it’s easy to determine that her personality plus looks would equate to the ultimate femme fatale. She is dangerous, and not for what’s on the outside (though a good looking she-cat can be dangerous to some); rather, Holly Flower’s strengths lie in not her physical imposing qualities such as looks or demeanor, but in her ever hungry mind. Information is the key to success, information is priceless. She is determined to get what she wants, she is ruthless in her means to do so. Anything is justifiable, anyone is a tool. Holly Flower strives to be on top, but of course there are times that demand her to play the role of a hapless she-cat with no ambitions or strengths. She is willing to play whichever role is best suited to preserving herself, but that doesn’t mean she would be content playing a certain role for life. At her core she is strong, self-sufficient, intelligent, a she-cat who is destined to either be alone or stand on top of the masses.
HISTORY She had been around when the Clans waged their foolish wars, and she had rightfully stood on the sidelines to watch with curious eyes. These cats that preached their ideas of unity, family, and justice were nothing more than savages tearing at each other for little to no reason at all. It was laughable that she would end up mating with one of these Clan cats. A former warrior who wasn’t high on the ranking ladder had deserted rather than die for these ideals, but he was undeniably strong and handsome enough. When the Clans had threatened to destroy themselves with their conflict she had found him wandering around her so-called home, and naturally he took to her like a kit to milk. Her looks were nothing short of beautiful, stunning even. He was smitten in an instant and she knew it. She gleaned information from him easily, after all there was no chance he would return to the Clans and no promise of them making it through their wars, so the secrets of his life and his Clan were forfeit to her charming demeanor and innocent questioning. It wasn’t long before she was heavy with his kits and it was easy to see that he was overjoyed at becoming a father, though it was second in his mind to his beauty of a mate who could easily make any she-cat yellow with envy. When the two were close to being born she sent him on an errand. Not wanting to be too far away from his mate and soon to be born kits he protested earnestly, but her soft pleading broke his resolve and he promised to be back quickly. Of course he never made it back, and it was a mystery to her and any loner in the area aware of their partnership as to what happened to him. The she-cat grieved for the appropriate amount of time, but naturally she had to steel herself to rear her two kits alone. Well, mostly alone. The loners in area that had heard of her predicament were, luckily, kind enough to provide her with whatever leftovers they had, after all the season was turning to Greenleaf, a time of plentiful prey and abundant kindness. She named them in the custom of their father’s former home, though because she herself was not Clanborn their names were somewhat skewed in the traditional sense. She didn’t receive much information on the naming connotations of his former home, but since the Clans were no more it was easy to just make things up in the pretext of a way to remember their father. For the tom, who resembled her in pelt color though not eye color, she named Rabbit Foot; and for the she-cat, with whom resembled her scarily so, she named Holly Flower. She thought long and hard about the names she would give them, so much so that their eyes had already opened before she had decided to formally give them their identities. She resolved to teach them, rear them in her way of life so that they could survive the harsh world that was the basin. Moons passed, the two were progressing in their lessons quite well, especially Holly Flower. Her brother, for his lack of brute strength possessed speed unlike any cat in the Southern Forest, and for Holly Flower her mind was absorbing everything it could. It was clear to her that their mother had a plan for them. Simple survivability was, of course, one of the options she had debated, but she was still young and unused to scrutinizing her mother in a way that would reveal any weakness or opening. Content to hone her observation skills and intellect, Holly Flower and her brother obediently listened to their wise mother until their seventeenth moon. Rabbit Foot had deemed himself finished with his training and determined that it was time for him to set out and make his own home. While the siblings were never extraordinarily close, Holly Flower was initially saddened by her brother’s decision of independence. Their mother was nothing but proud, and wished him well in his endeavors. Holly Flower opted to stay in her mother’s guidance for a few moons yet, and upon her twenty-first moon she declared her independence from her mother. When Rabbit Foot had left Holly Flower and her mother had trained in slightly different ways than they had before. Now the focus was more on the mind, cunning, manipulation than on basic survival. Training her to be just like her mother, Moth had put in extra time and care into showing Holly Flower the way of deceit and scheming in order to get what one could not for oneself. They even went so far as to use life targets, a hands on experience that Holly Flower was forever grateful for. Stepping out onto her own for the first time Holly Flower felt a slight nervousness, though she was never overpowered by anxiety. Her confidence shown in her unwavering steps, the way she held her head high, and in the way she survived. She roamed around the Southern Forest, never running into her mother again, but still always learning and adapting to situations as she had been taught. She ventured into other territories that used to be strictly Clan held, but since their fall she had taken the opportunity to see what they fought so hard for. The plains were undesirable to her, ugly even, and the area north was far too wet for her liking. Nothing save the Southern Forest looked to be worth fighting for, though that didn’t stop her from going into whichever territory now and again. Information was a useful thing, and she would be useless if she let herself sit hidden away in a single area of the basin. This is how she continues to make her life. Questioning her so-called Clan roots in her father, the desirability of the Clan life her mother told her about as a kit that she marveled at yet grew out of later in life. Always hungry for more she treads cautiously though always with purpose, never struggling too hard save during leaf-bare when it was hard on every creature. She knew how to make her way, and so far her ideals had never failed her. Still the worry nags at the back of her mind sometimes: will she be able to keep to her way of life, or will the threat of the Clans revival force her into a new path? THREAD TRACKER This section is not necessary, but is provided if a member wishes to keep track of the threads that this character participates in. | ooc info  ☆ NAME☆ oni ☆ OTHER CHARACTERS☆ N/A |
