⊱ ───── notes & thoughts ───── ⊰ I love this new design- I'll add her detailed ref in here soon. Those fantasy tabby markings are just- p e r f e c t i o n ⊱ ───── about the cat ───── ⊰ ⊱ general info Name: Spiritfade Status: Alive Gender: Female ⊱ name Prefix: Spirit Suffix: Fade Former Names: Spiritkit, Spiritpaw Nicknames: Spirit ⊱ clan and rank Clan: RiverClan Thoughts on Clan: "It's nice to have cats to back you up, but hard to find a place to be alone. I wouldn't trade my Clan for anything, though." Rank: Warrior Thoughts on Rank: "It suits me. Though, really, you don't have much to fight over; everything's usually pretty peaceful." ⊱ relationships Romantic Attraction: Whitespring Friendships: Whitespring Family: None ⊱ ───── detailed description ───── ⊰ ⊱ personality and traits {+} Loyal, Kind {=} Outgoing, Brave, Stubborn {-} Sometimes recalcitrant, Forgetful Detailed personality and traits: Spiritfade has keen eyesight, and is a skilled swimmer. She loves the water, but hates the way it tangles and mats her long fur. She is loyal, brave and outgoing, but tends to be forgetful, and dislikes being bossed around. She doesn't take orders too well. ⊱ appearance General Appearance: Spiritfade is a large, long-haired cat, with lush, deep brown fur flecked with black and gold, and creamy white paws and tail-tip. She has a patch of cream on her face that vaguely resembles a five-pointed star. Her ears are tipped in black. Her right eye is blue, while her left eye is amber. She has a large, muscular, rather stocky build. Her tail is forked slightly at the end; an injury inflicted by the kraken. Height: Around 14 inches. Scars: She has a puncture wound on her side, numerous scars crossing her front paws and forelegs, and one small scar on her back right ankle. Designers: @Razberri-tea and @cgb10
⊱ ───── credits ───── ⊰ Character: Spiritfade, owned by me Redesign and art by me ~ Base edit by me Quality choking by Scratch. ⊱ ───── roleplay sample ───── ⊰ In the middle of the river, perched on a sharp rock jutting up from its midst, the dark silhouette of a majestic, longhaired she-cat lingered. The river frothed and churned around the stone on which she sat, but the rock, itself, was perfectly dry. Flicking her tail, slightly forked at the tip, the she-cat leaned back onto her haunches and gazed into the star-flecked night sky. Starlight reflected in the she-cat's eyes as she counted the stars, one by one. Her family, her friends, her ancestors... they were all up there, glittering in the dark sky, lighting the way for weary cats traveling through the cold, foreboding nights. She'd figured that the least she could do in respect to these glowing ghosts was learn their numbers and names. So here Spiritfade sat, in the frigid, silent night, perched on a rock in the middle of the raging river, counting the cats who had gone before her, and waiting for them to speak to her.
