Post by Bast on May 10, 2011 20:46:50 GMT -5
bast
YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHERE I'M GOIN'
BUT YOU SURE KNOW WHERE I STAND
HATE ME IF YOU WANT TO
LOVE ME IF YOU CAN
YOU MAY NOT LIKE WHERE I'M GOIN'
BUT YOU SURE KNOW WHERE I STAND
HATE ME IF YOU WANT TO
LOVE ME IF YOU CAN
NAME... Bast
AGE... 41 moons
GENDER... Female
CLAN... Loner
POSITION... NA
SPECIES... Northwest African Cheetah
APPEARANCE...Like all cheetahs, Bast is a sleek, slim, tall female. She walks with an air of purpose, grace and pride, petite head held high and rounded ears alert for sounds. A long tail curls behind her like a dappled banner, compact paws leaving delicate prints in the dust as the only sign she was ever there. Her body is lean, muscles hugging close to her bones to keep her light and aerodynamic. The base color for her pelt is a very light wheaten gold, almost white, typical of the Northwest African Cheetah. Overtop of her light pelt, black spots are scattered from head to tail tip on this lanky she-cat. In fact, the only part of her that lacks spots is a strip directly down her underbelly, from chin to belly where the fur loses its light gold color all together and becomes thin and white. The most striking coloration is on her face, the broad black tear stripes leading from the inner corners of her eyes down her short muzzle. Her eyes, serious and intense, are a muddy mix of brown and green. The exact color shifts ever so slightly depending on her mood, green when she's content and brown when she's angry or in pain. The shift is slight, so only those that really know her will notice it unless she goes from completely content to in the worst agony imaginable in less than three seconds.
PERSONALITY...Bast, in a few short words is this: stubborn, fiesty, independent, strong and sassy. She has little to no respect for anyone unless they do something that, in her eyes, is worthy of her interest, much less her respect. She's got a barbed tongue that makes cubs wail and elders tisk. There aren't many cats that like Bast, especially clan cats. They see her as disrespectful, rude and pushy, but really that's just what she has to be to survive. She could care less for their opinions, favoring her independence and self-strength. In her life, Bast has learned that the only one she can trust is herself. Bast tends to be snappy toward cats she doesn't know, but she's far from cruel. More than one roaming medicine cat, loner or lost clan cat have found shelter and rocky companionship in this cranky leopardess.
A select few cats learn to see Bast as she is. Instead of being just mean and angry, they see her as rough because she was born to be rough, tough because she has to be, rock-steady, a shot of clarity when all else fails. She doesn't let herself panic and will not hesitate to snap at someone if she thinks they're being silly or overly emotional. Yes, that includes snapping at them with her very sharp fangs. She has no patience for the nonsense clan cats think is important, like feeding elders or following leaders that wouldn't do half the things they order their warriors to do. Because of this, Bast has few friends amongst the clans but, she doesn't need them. Though someday she wants to be a mother, she has no affection for clan cats, nor does she feel any inclination to tie herself down to some random loner wandering by. That just isn't her. If nothing else, she wants a mate that will value her as she is, not try to make her some tame clan queen. That just won't work. Even if they don't stay forever, she knows she deserves their respect and will take nothing less.
Bast will not be ordered around, especially on her own turf. If someone so much as tries, they'll find their tail a few inches shorter and a lovely scar somewhere on their face to remember her by. Traditionally though, if others respect her, she'll respect them. In short, Bast is the type of she-cat that others love to hate. She doesn't play nice with others, won't even try, but if you play by her rules you'll get along just fine. Those that do make their way into her circle will find a friend for life, not always a friend that says what they want to hear, but a friend that will say what they need to hear.
HISTORY...Originally the kit of a loner, Bast had two sisters, Zenya and Sariya and a brother named Kumaji. Their mother, Freya, wanted to raise them away from clans and for about four moons, did so rather well. Famine hit, and Freya lost two of her kits, Zenya and Kumaji. Desperate to keep the other two alive, Freya did something she never thought she would. She went back to the clans. This was a big deal for her because, at one time, Freya was known as Tawnyspots, an upstanding member of LeopardClan, until the allure of a lone male dragged her away. Angry with herself, she'd decided not to ever go back. Now, with kits three moons in age and fading fast from hunger, she had no choice.
A river divided Freya's territory from clan lands. Freya crossed and left Bast hidden in the brush and went back for Sariya. While trying to cross, Freya lost her grip on Sariya. The young cheetah drowned, taking her frantic mother with her. That left little Bast, on her own, a stone throw away from clan territory.
The clan never had a chance to get their paws on little Bast. Confused, afraid and lost, she began to randomly wander. Eventually she made her way out of CheetahClan, hiding in holes and hollowed logs when adults came by. Since her mother had always taught her not to trust clan cats and their odd teachings, she wisely kept to the shadows where no one would see her. Free of clan territories, Bast was found by an elderly lone female cheetah named Kaya. Kaya, well past kit-bearing years, took Bast under her wing and taught the kit her grumpy ways. Today, years after Kaya's passing, Bast holds to them still.blockquote]
