Post by VALACIE on Dec 18, 2011 13:32:33 GMT -5
scab
name...scab
age...51 Moonss
gender...female
clan...outsider
position...loner
species...Siberian Tiger
appearance...Scab is large for a female tiger. Her paws are wide and heavy, giving her a distinct tread. Despite having been a loner her whole life she is stocky and appears well fed, though she scavenges more than she hunts. She finds that many smaller cats will abandon their kills when they see her striding out of the brush. Preferring to run and spare injury rather then protect their food. Her name derives from her nervous tick. When stressed or aggravated she'll tear at her fur and scratch the skin beneath. Leaving her with bald patches at the base of her back, on her front legs, and any other spot she can reach. Scabs form on these areas as the scratches heal, and eventually in times when she doesn't feel nervous or stressed her fur grows back and reveals itself to be a beautiful coat of burnished copper, downy soft in the places of new growth. Her eyes are nothing spectacular, a soft hazel in color. Life as a loner is always difficult and scab carries her share of scars including a nick on her left ear.
personality...Scab is extremely paranoid, and because this has helped her survive she hasn't bothered to fix it, though she's aware of the problem. Easily spooked she'll jump at the slightest sound, and just as quickly go into defense mode. She's managed to cordon off a little slice of territory for herself and has gone through great lengths to defend it. Attacking anyone that poses a threat. Her territory may not have any good hunting or more water then a trickling stream but it is hers and she prefers to keep it. Her paranoia makes it so that she is easily stressed. If she finds more activity then usual is occurring around her small borders then she is likely to begin tearing her fur out, scratching at the skin like it's gotten too small and is bothering her. Clan cats no matter their allegiance or size also make her nervous. She won't risk attacking them but having them close makes her antsy.
Besides this she isn't overtly cruel. Her social skills have suffered much since she prefers to be alone, but she'll help someone if they need it. She'll even share a meal with another cat if asked nicely and the prey was large enough for more than one. She can be talkative. Being alone and having no one to speak to she'll welcome a listener and can babble on for hours if you let her. She also tends to talk in a rush when stressed.
history...Scab was born an outsider. Never having known anything of the clans but what her mother shared with her, she formed a not so pleasing picture of the clan cats. In her mother's eyes clan cats were not to be trusted, and should be avoided. Rogues may attack a clan cat if it struck them to do so as they had little to no scruples in her mother's eyes. But for Scab and her mother and sister it was best to avoid both entirely. With these warnings it was no wonder that Scab became as paranoid as she did.
Having come from a small litter of only two kits she had few cats she could trust outside of her mother and sister. Growing into adulthood she came to realize that alone she felt better then with company. When she was with her family she constantly worried about them, and the stress put her into a sorry state. Her thick fur would lay in bloody clumps on the floor and grow back in tufts, before she tore it out again. No matter how hard her mother tried to get her to stop she wouldn't. It had become a need and the itch when she worried over her family was almost unbearable.
Finally she left. She could find no other alternative. Her mother and sister were dear to her but with the way she constantly felt she didn't think it was a good idea to stick around. She'd become a nervous wreck and though going off on her own eased the nerves and allowed her to relax enough to let her coat grow back, in time it became clear that being alone had it's own stresses.
Soon she was stressing over food, the scents of other cats, and the very sounds of the forest. Everything is likely to set her off. Though she's grown accustomed to most things, and has found herself some tranquility deep in the woods, every now and then the signs of her worry can be seen on her pelt. She's learned to use her size to her advantage and though far from an expert in fighting she knows a trick or two to keep herself alive. She doesn't like fighting but isn't beyond anything to keep her measly little home to herself. Her main focus is survival and peace and quiet. sometimes she'd give anything for a friendly pair of ears to talk off, but mostly she lets the feel pass and sticks to herself.
