Post by ` Syrinx on Sept 2, 2010 17:58:52 GMT -5
Aura of Burning Colors
'nothing is as it seems, everything is as it should be'
'nothing is as it seems, everything is as it should be'
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She-cat
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3 years, 7 months
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Straight
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Tribe of the Stars Above
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Hunter
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A thick, short-haired black and white she-cat with pure white eyes.
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Her name is quite a paradox for when it comes to her actual appearance. One who would hear "Burning Colors" in the name of a feline, would most likely see at the very least the uncommon blue eyes of the Tribe of the Star Above, but that is not the case for Aura. The base color of her pelt is a lovely snow white, but there are traces of black on her pelt that you will see here and there. The most obviously piece that holds black is among her head and her chin. Her legs have a single spot just above her paw that is black and her tail is black as well. Her almond shaped eyes are not much different than her pelt and you would surely think that she was born with the colors drained out of her completely. The irises are a complete and pure white color that is only obstructed by the black hole of her pupil. Black an white, there is never an end.
Her build is fairly normal for that of a hunter as well as for that of a member of her Tribe. She holds less muscle than what some cats would expect, but in place of that she hold a flexibility that is one of the best in the tribe. Even for her own tribe, she may be a bit on the slimmer side, but she does just fine for that. Her paws take her quickly over the lands of her home and she loves the feel of the wind gliding through her short haired pelt as she runs as fast as her sleek body can take her. The tail she possess is quite long, long even for her tribe at times, which helps her with balance. What she is not good at, it stopping in and instance at her top speed or near her top sprinting speed. She usually has to skid a bit before she can come to a stop which does not always help her out, especially while on a hunt. She might not look like much on the outside and she knows she isn't much, but she doesn't care. All she knows is that what's on the inside, is her real tool and not her appearance or looks.
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Sweet serenity. Thoughts filled with insight and mystery. A snap of temper when her thoughts are interrupted by meaningless chatter. That sums up the basis of her personality, but don't get me wrong, that's only the beginning, but I shall start there. Aura, is a very shy feline. She strays from small talk and she tries her best to fit into the shadows, never really wanting to be seen. She is a great female to know though and you just need to have the strength to approach her, even if she wants no-one near her. She might be quiet at first, not saying much upon the first encounter, but the more you try to crack open that thick outer shell, the easier it will be to see the sweetness of her inner being. She is one of those cats that is very modest about herself and shoots back complements as if they never fit her. She would do anything and everything for those that she befriends, and she would do anything for those she doesn't know. It's just in her being and it's just who she is.
But what is the easiest way to crack open that shell? Easy, help her mind. She thrives off the meaning of life and the reason for why things are as they are. She never sees things set in stone, she sees a possibility for change. Even a rock to her is not just a rock. "It's filled with a hidden world too small for any feline to ever see or contact," is what she might say. Some would say that her imagination is too great, but to get her to talk openly and freely without being afraid that she'll be judged for her insights, start the conversation. Question the world around you and await her answer. She might seem like a kit at times, but the truth is, her mind is just an endless maze of thoughts and theories. Her favorite spot to look though for the answers that she seeks, is the sky and more specifically, the night sky. "The sky, so endless and bountiful, holds more questions than answers, but that's only because the questions are never ending, but there are answers in that bountiful black sky with its never ending stars of light." She adores the night and she adores the sky.
But you'd better watch out when you question her thoughts too far or you push them aside as simple dreams of curiosity. She has a quick tongue and teeth that will bare when she feels too much pressure on explaining herself. She doesn't like hurting other cats especially those in her tribe, it might be against some of her morals, but her pride in her mind and analytical skills are the only skills she feels she really has and so if you try to step on them, if you try to smash them down to the ground, you will be one of the few cats she might actually draw blood on...though she never goes to far. Killing by her claws she would never do unless it was to save a fellow friend, and she would never ever hurt anyone unless she had a reason such as the previous one mentioned. This is why though, she tends to stay hidden about some of her more controversial thoughts - she doesn't think a lot of cats have the mind to stomach some of her more personal beliefs. Besides, her tribe-mates are probably the only one that would ever try to understand anyway.
As said earlier though, that is only the basis of her personality, the parts more easily seen and the parts you should know right off the bat. The rest? Well, that'll be tackled here. She holds a common trait among the Tribe of the Stars Above where she holds a very persuasive tongue. Some say manipulative, she says persuasive because all in all, she isn't a greedy cat you know. Unlike some in her tribe, she will not have others believe in her ideas or do as she does simple to gain the upper hand. She seriously and utterly only wants to believe in persuading cats to see things her way. Other traits? Once you get her started on something, despite her shyness, she will never stop talking. You might need to beat her on the side of the head just for her to realize you want a say. More? She doesn't judge cats for what they believe or the way they act. Some cats like to judge others based on good or bad, but she doesn't believe in those terms. She hates words of relativity and those words are the very basis of relativity. Fine fine, one last piece so you can stop bugging me, she is not a fan of bring up the past, but adores trying to predict the future.
"The past was here and done with. Sure, you should remember it and learn from it, but don't dwell on it. What happens happens and you will never change that. Just shut up and move on. Don't bug others about it, don't make others depressed. Heck, don't get depressed yourself! Things happen for a reason so pick yourself up high and try to figure out what it is. If you need help ask, but don't be all 'my life sucks because my brother died and I'm alone.' It could be worse. You could be dead. You could be gone ans have no future. A future is a gift and one that is fragile. A past is needed and necessary. To look back on your past is to discover yourself. To learn who you are and why you are who you are. You're future, is full of endless possibilities so dwell on that. You can always change your future for it has yet to be written, but you can never rewrite your past no matter how much you'd like to. Your past is your past. Embrace it, accept it, and move on. Simple as that."
For her, your own life is a gift. You try to mess up that gift, and she will never speak to you. So, you better not mention a word of depression if you've got it around her. You better not mention any plots of suicide to her, or she will nail you down to a tree till you snap out of it. "Everyone has a reason for living. No matter what. That's why, the past should never be mentioned IF you cannot handle it." That might sound of, that last sentence, but the fact is, she doesn't mind cats using their past to justify normal actions or simply recounting an experience to back-up their own insights, but to find pity by others...that's a no-go. Speaking of pity, she despises that as well. "Pity helps no-one. It distorts the mind and i makes it alright to be sad about what has happened and makes it alright to hate what the future might hold. You will find no pity from me and you better not pity me. Ever."
Alright so, sweet? That might be a bit smaller of a personality trait, but at first encounters, that's how she will seem. Only those who truly get to know her, will see this deeper, more temper based feline. Just keep that in mind. When you see her snap, that means you've struck gold and that you've become someone she can open up to....or it means you've hit a bomb and she's awfully annoyed to death by you. Either way...it's a complement from her to you...I believe.
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"My mother, she was a wondrous feline. She is much like how I am...just not nearly as shy and not nearly as afraid of interaction as I. The night I was born - I was the only kit born in my litter that wasn't stillborn - she went out into the open air to get my name. The first thing she saw, you already know because it is my name. It was the bright lights that danced in the sky called the aura. That night, the colors blazed with those of a bright red and orange. The filled the skies and burned so brilliantly, that it stunned my father so much. 'Aura of Burning Colors,' she muttered to herself, 'Burning Colors, burning of life. That shall be perfect.' Perfect for my life maybe, but definitely not for my appearance. I sometimes wonder if that night, some cat in the sky drained me of all my colors to through them into the sky and make them dance in front of my mother as if to taunt the fact I was so colorless. I didn't even have a speckle of brown on me...but then again, I suppose this isn't too uncommon for this tribe.
"Life progressed rapidly for me. I was a bit more social when I was younger, I'll have you all know right now and I had tons of friends. Before we could train and while we were under watch to gain our rankings, we would scatter about and play the most of random games. Ah, it was such a beautiful an innocent time. But it was the past. The one thing I still do even now when I am much older than I was then, is that as soon as the sun's rays dip behind the horizon and the prickle of lights come out to bring grace to the skies, I would always sneak away from the other kits and gaze up into those skies, looking for answers to my days most pressing questions. Sometimes, I'd even fall asleep outside. Haha, many many times I caught colds from going too far and staying out in the freezing weather far longer than my body could handle. Life is life though and even back then, I understood the beauty of the birth place of my name - the night sky. I still believe, even to the present day in time, that I was born up there in the stars and simply fell to the grown to have a life. Weird concept, but that is one of the things I never tell anyone else. I don't want to be laughed at for it, you know?
"Anyway, I'm getting ahead of myself...literally. On with the story. When the prophet came to me to tell me what my category of life would be, he paused for a moment and then told my mother, 'she shall be a great hunter.' And hunter it was. I have to admit, I like it. I don't have to worry about being busy every moment of every day. When I'm out on a hunt or free from duty, I can pause and look around. Being a hunter gave the capability to hunt alone or with less cats and it allowed flexibility: one of my true skills. From there, my life has been pretty boring and lifeless. I started t drift from others and I grew a shell around myself as I realized cats didn't enjoy some of the things I said. Even my mom, stared at me at times, but she would talk with me and help me develop thoughts more clearly. I loved her and I know that she was always proud of me no matter what I did. I don't know if I could ever have had a better mother and I don't know if I ever would have wanted one. She is what I had an I was satisfied with that. After all, when life gives you a mouse, juts eat the free meal and swallow all the poisons that night be attached. They give it to you for a reason, right?
"Anyway, I became older and so did she. She was amongst the ancient ranking for a while before she caught sick and died. I grieved for her as any loving daughter would their mother, but I didn't dwell longer than needed on it. After my mother's death, I really became the cat I am, closing my protective shell up even further. It wasn't through depression though, please don't call me a hypocrite, it was to protect me from the eyes of others, to try and keep some of my deeper insights to myself so that no-one could possibly ever hurt me. Just remember: I am afraid and I admit it fully. I am afraid of two things: being hurt and being misunderstood. I have seen the works around me, I have seen cats get affected badly by others, that's why I try to stay out of every day conversations when possible and sticking to the cats I can trust. I am also afraid, I'll be misunderstood because of the things that I do and say.
"Which is why, for the last reason, I have never truly judged someone for the things they do or the act. This new leader of my tribe for example...Hannibal. Things never seemed quite right with him since he just appeared not long ago and seemed to change things up a bit, but who am I to say so? He has his reasons for doing as he does and I shouldn't question those motives...even if I might do it a bit in my head. I've heard the whispers of unease from some of the others. You hear a lot of the back talk when no-one notices you or when people don't care to notice you. I take these whispers in mind and safely lock them away and no, not just about Hannibal. He's m leader after all and I will follow him a far as he takes us. I hear things about everyone. I hear what their enemies say and I hear what their friends say but please, my motives are not to hurt those people I discover things my motives are to learn and...to hear what people say about me when they don't know I'm listening. That, is that.
"What, you're not satisfied? Why not?! Oh...him. You are wondering about my dad, aren't you? You noticed than. I mentioned my mother, but never once did I mention my father and you know that I had to have had one. Alright alright! I'll tell you the truth: I never knew him. That's right, I was a fatherless kit. My mom mother never directly told me what happened to him and every cat in the tribe tells a different story. 'He left the tribe when you were but a kit.' 'He was abusive towards your mom when no-one was looking until he was finally caught and forced out.' 'He was killed in battle.' and my least favorite of them all, 'He is still alive, lurking in the shadows .He just wants nothing to do with you what so ever.' There are more than that, those are just the most common...the last one, even more common than an of the others. I hope it isn't true, I hope he is dead or if he is alive I hope I never meet him. Just so then...I won't ever have to deal with him in my life."
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