Historycalls Group
Celeste
A solid black cat, all the way from her whiskers to her tail tip. The typical, Historycall cat. Her fur is short and glossy, her coat practically shines in the sunlight. Her eyes, a typical yellow-gold mix. Celeste is a quiet she-cat, no, she more than that. Shes silent; absolutely silent. Her paws make almost no sound as she pads to and fro, going where she pleases. She avoids all leaves and sticks, not stepping on anything that could cause noise. Fall and Winter frustrate her because of this, crunchy snow and leaves everywhere, making it difficult to stay quiet. But its not just Celestes' paws that are quiet, its her mouth also; she never speaks. She listens and participates in conversations with a nod or a shake of her head, using body language and facial expressions to get her mood across. When most cats meet her, they think she is mute. It can be moons in between when she speaks. He voice though, isn't as gravely sounding as you may think. For not talking a lot her voice can be very calm and gentle, or it can sound like shes dragging you through a thorn bush. Celeste is a good fighter, though she likes to attack from behind and the sides and isn't fond of very physical battles. Because of her small frame she mostly attacks with little small attacks, slowly wearing down her opponent while she, having the stamina she does, keeps going. When trying for the kill though shes more up front and likes to get it over with. She doesn't like having to drag the kill on, and on. Sure she'll toy with her prey a little bit before hand, but when it comes to landing the kill she likes it done quickly and silently giving the cat shes killing just enough time to see her smug face before she goes in for the killing blow. Unlike a lot of she cats she has never had any hope and dream of finding a mate and having kits, she finds kits cute but annoying. And she wouldn't want to be stuck with them. Celeste was born a loner, from the moment she started play fighting with her siblings she found great joy in the sport of it. She always practiced and made her own moves apart from what her parents taught her to protect herself. It wasn't long before she got wind of Historycalls group and left her family to join them. She hasn't regretted a moment of it. || Parents: Unknown || Siblings: Unknown ||
Loners
Valkyrie
A ginger tom, barely old enough to make it on his own. His orange tabby fur flecked with white, and a small white triangle under his chin and down to his chest. His eyes are an orange that match his pelt, rimmed with a slight red around the edges. Valkyrie is a calm tom, his emotions are usually always held under lock and key and he treats almost everything with a calm complexion. Maybe its from the fact that he watched a badger tear a random cat to shreds when he was young. Maybe its just they way he would have been anyway. But either way, that's how he is. Yet if he gets frustrated, its easy to see. He doesn't get frustrated easily, it take a little bit of poking and shoving your nose where it doesn't belong for him to actually get frustrated or angry. But once he is, he wont be afraid to tell and or show you that he is. Because he isn't very full of emotion, he usually comes right out and says what he has to say right out to your face. He doesn't like to beat around the bush or spare your feelings. He does it because he believes if he doesn't someone else will so he might as well say it now while he can. Hes a very agile cat, with a thin body and long legs its not hard for him to be able to weave around and under bushes, through branches on a tree, or just about anywhere. And when given the chance to run across the field? He'll take that chance any time any where. He loves to run. Hes quick, light-footed and surefooted, and could give any Stoneclan cat a run for their money. Valkyrie is still really young, only about a young apprentice age if he were in the clans. He was born a kittypet but knew almost instantly that it was not the life for him. He wanted to roam free; to let the wind take him where he wanted to go. So he escaped the first chance he saw. For now he just has a small chunk of land that he lives off of near the clans. But as soon as hes older and knows how to fight better, he has plans to travel farther away and stake out enough land for him to have a family. But for now, he's content where he is.