[unloved&&alone] todd.

[deady {♥}]

big yellow mousey must die


todd

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this one's got twenty moons under her belt

she lives alone but you could say she's a rogue


She's black. Plain and simple. No other color marks her pelt. A monotone, pitch night. Her fur condition ranges from unkempt and dirty to spotless and glossy depending on her mood. Her eyes are abnormally reflective--if there is even the slightest hint of the moon in the sky at night, her bright yellow eyes glow like a Cheshire cat's smile, her body totally blending in with the shadows. Very light-framed and graceful. Her legs are long, and her tail as well. She is very slender, since there are times when she just doesn't feel like hunting. Her muscles are hard under her pelt, however, moving from territory to territory conditioning her to travel.

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-strong leadership skills
-clever and quick-minded
-fierce
-protects herself

-anti-social
-very bad temper
-very, VERY bad temper
-usually attacks first and asks questions later
-overly-defensive

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No one would ever want to get on Todd's bad side. And it's definitely not hard to do. She jumps to conclusions, and is very angry and rude. If she wants something, it's hers, and she will fight for it. Even on Clan territory, her arrogance and confidence isn't something to be laughed at. She'll defend her pride at any cost. A very mean she-cat, Todd will bite first and ask later. She prefers to not stay in one place for more than one night, but she does have a main nest in EarthClan territory, near the edge. A roamer, she is a master of disguise, especially in the dead of night.
There are times (few and far between, mind you) that one may be able to get on Todd's good side. But you'd have to be a special cat, and most certainly not a Clan cat. She would never travel with anyone, however, and prefers to travel very alone. She may even get to like somecat if they are very special and perhaps remind her of her brother.
She has a special hatred of dogs, particularly yellow ones.

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Born a rogue, bred a rogue, lives a rogue.
Todd was born in a thicket on the far edge of EarthClan territory opposite the lake. One of her siblings was stillborn, but she and her brother grew strong as time went on. It was the end of leaf bare, and the prey was plentiful. The nest just outside EarthClan territory and the small section of forest around them was the extent of Todd and Kalb's world for most of their kithood.

They, at the age of five moons, were almost ready to leave their mother and make their own in the world. They lived apart from the other rogues in the area, avoiding them with polite indifference. Todd's personality was truly beginning to show, her biting, sarcastic and cruel ways starting to show through, But never to Kalb. They had a special bond. With her brother, Todd was content, joking, playful.

Their last moon with their mother passed quickly, and their mother quickly pushed them out of the nest: she was a roaming type herself, and hated remaining near EarthClan territory, with the Clans so near. One of the last lessons she taught her kits was that the Clans were to be hated, feared, and above all, avoided. There was strength in numbers.

But Kalb and Todd paid little attention to their mother's warning, and soon with an affectionate farewell, they parted ways. Excited to be starting their lives, the two young siblings pushed through EarthClan territory, the scent of the forest calling them. They began to familiarize themselves with the lay of the land, and they slowly made their way around the territories, through all of EarthClan and into SkyClan territory. Their first moon on their own was easy, full of prey and happy. It was at the greenleaf "campsite" that Todd's life fell apart.

Being greenleaf, the "campsite" was crawling with Twolegs. They often brought their dogs with them. The pair of young siblings were inexperienced with dogs, though they knew of course what they were. They were particularly unfamiliar with the irrational hatred of cats by dogs. But ignorance was no shield for Kalb.

It took only two days at the greenleaf Twolegplace for the big yellow dog to become aware of the two cats presence in its midst. And it wasn't long before it was on them.

And it wasn't long before Kalb was dead. He had ventured out alone one morning, and in her search later, she found her beloved brother dead in a grove, the scent of the dog wreathing the body. And Todd broke. Her caring, loving side was buried deep inside, replaced by hate and anger.

Now, Todd avoids the Twolegs at all costs, preferring to spend most of greenleaf in her original nest where she was born, or in a hidden cave she discovered in SkyClan territory, far from the SkyClan camp. And she grew up alone and cold, and bitterly hating the dog for what it'd stolen from her.

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Mother|| Sierra; loner.
Father|| Unknown.
Siblings|| Kalb, deceased. (By the way, Kalb means "dog" in Arabic. Ironic on purpose, yes.
[[She's loosely based on the cat from Napoleon, that movie about the little golden retriever puppy who lives in Sydney and is carried off by balloons. The cat on the island Napoleon lands on is vicious, evil, and primitive. She originally thinks that Napoleon is a big yellow mousey that she wants to kill at all costs. "Big yellow mousey must die!" If you haven't seen the movie, go and find it, because I swear every time I went to the movie store when i was a kid, I'd look for that movie. FRIGGIN ADORABLE.]]

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Dappled sunlight was filtered gently through the towering pine trees. The scarce undergrowth was green and lush, and the air was full of the scent of life. Beauty was all around.

But all was lost on the young she-cat staring at the small indent beneath a bush, her heart full of anger and pain. She thought she could still smell the warm scent of her mother and brother in the faint indent in the soft needles. She could swear she could still see the gray dappled flanks of her mother curled in the nest, watching the surroundings carefully as her kits played. She could see her brother's ginger-furred sides rising and falling in his sleep. And in a flash of blood, she could see the same red flanks lying totally still near the Thunderpath.

And angry black paw struck out, obliterating the last remains of a nest. Suddenly remorseful, the eight-moon-old she-cat pulled the pine needles back into a messy pile. Longing desperately for a taste of her old life, Todd turned in a circle and curled up in the center of the nest in the cool shade of the bush. Dappled shadows cast a strange light on her jet black pelt, her eyes reflecting the sunlight slightly. Those bright yellow eyes closed, and in her last conscious thought before the bliss of sleep, her heart hardened.
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[>>BLACKiE! ]}]

Bellisimo! Accepted.