Shika || Something Wicked This Way Come

[Pie]

I've , Lost it all, fell today, It's all the same
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no
I've , been abused, I feel so used, because of you
I'm sorry oh
I'm sorry no

Name | Shika

Gender | She-cat

Age | 28 Moons

Rank | Rogue

Clan | None

Beliefs| Strangely enough, Shika has a belief in StarClan. Her parents drug her to the clans along with her brother and she picked up on believing in the starry warriors, even if she decided clan life wasn't for her.

Parents |

Father Flamepelt (Deceased)

Mother Lunar (Deceased)

Siblings |

Bearclaw

Other Kin | None

Mate | None

Crush | None

Kits | None

Apprentice/Mentor | None

Appearance | She's dark, dangerous and beautiful in her own right. Long-legged and lean, Shika's body is filled with muscle; and like any other Rogue, she knows how to use them. Even with her muscles, her body is still feminine. Often times, with cats that don't know her, cats do not see a threat from her body.
With a few scars here and there, none really visible, Shika has her own rules of beauty about her.

Her eyes tell much more.

Dark, blue and endless, Shika's eyes seem to be ocean like with freezing temperatures. Dark blue surrounds the black pupil which seems to crush any sort of hope another feline may have. Shika's eyes are set evenly on her angular head. Icy and cold she's generally not one to turn to for warmth. They seem to be chock full of empty feelings, death and other troubling emotions.

Shika's ears are pointed at the tip and rarely miss a word. Black outlines the edge and flows into the dark brown on the rest of her ear. This she-cat's nose is pitch black with ink colored whiskers sprouting from her muzzle.
Her pelt is between the two extremes of short and long, but hangs a little more on the shorter side. The color is dark brown, much like dirt after it rains, with accents of lighter brown around her muzzle, chest and belly. The faintest of tabby stripes clad her body as a light black while tiger stripe markings lace her legs and the end of her tail in the darkest color of the spectrum. Long and whip-like, Shika uses her tail in battle at times. It's a rather different trick but one that comes in handy.

Personality |
Coming from a dark past, like most these days, Shika is guarded and more of a solo kind of soul. Through life she has learned there is only yourself at the end of it all; meaning others can't be trusted. She is known to be ruthless, sharp, sarcastic and a worthy opponent in battle. However, under all of her prickly exterior, Shika does have the ability to show compassion and loyalty.

Rarely.

Her compassion is cut to just about pups and elderly like cats, rarely branching to cats that fall in the middle of that age gap. She can be quick to be annoyed and doesn't take demanded respect lightly. Respect and be respected. She's sharp minded and rarely does things without assessing all the possibilities. With somewhat keen senses she tends to know more things than others but generally keeps to herself.

Shika is a good friend to have, if you can gain her trust, and a wretched enemy to keep. She enjoys being around Elders, mainly because they understand the need to be quite, but doesn't mind the youthfulness of a young kit. On first meeting she chooses to be dull and void of emotion or to be more more dark-humored and sarcastic. While Shika is dark and feared by those from her past, she has hidden features that one could grow to like.

For some odd reason, only known to her, Shika has an ambition with MeadowClan. Very, very few know about her odd passion to keep MeadowClan out of harms way.


Skills |

Manipulation, trickery, tracking and fighting would be a few skills of Shika's. She rather brilliant in confusing cats into doing what she wants or making them think they came up with an idea.

Trickery is somewhat like manipulation but this is more of word usage and double backing on what she says in order to get what she wans to happen.

Shika's is fantastic at tracking and fighting, perhaps it was leaving her family at such a young age that instilled these qualities. Perhaps she's just a sharp son of a feline.

Flawage would have to be not having much compassion. Or when she does it's after her wrong doings. Holding secrets is another downfall of hers, her brother (Bearclaw) is not known by anyone. The only ones to know are she and him. Bearclaw doesn't speak of her much and Shika never speaks of him. The flaw is being obsessed with MeadowClan. She could never see her brother harmed so keeps rogues away from them as much as she can.
Some cats might call this a flaw for a rogue, but Shika is a believer in StarClan. In part this ties her to the warrior code in small, small ways.

History |

Let the Games Begin Shika was born to Flamepelt and Lunar, two noble cats in their own right. Flamepelt was of Clan status, his first mate a leader of Rogues.
Flamepelt was ready to leave his Clan so he could be with his mate and kit then when Shika was three moons old, Lunar was killed in a brutal raid.
The MistClan tom ended up taking his kit back to the Clans with him and soon fell for Willowflower. When Shika became seven moons, her father had fathered another kit, Bearkit.
When Shika joined MistClan, her father didn't force her to take on a Clan name for he loved his exmate still. He figured that Shika would be living for her. Once Bearkit became Bearpaw, Shika was 13 moons. She still didn't feel as if she belonged to a Clan, no matter how close she was with her half brother. In the end, Shika decided to leave MistClan.

Doing What You Can To Stay Alive[/b]

Shika's life became rather brutal as she found her way back to her mother's old ban of rogues. Worming her way back into their ranks she started from the bottom, trained by Snarz, a snippy old tom who had a soft spot for the fiery young she-cat, Shika eventually overthrew the mousebrained fool who claimed the streets. By twenty-seven moons Shika had run the rogues herself for eleven moons, becoming something feared to Clans. Her name was spoken to frighten kits and her ruthless nature known in far away lands. She never backed out from fights and often got her way with words.
During this time Shika often had secret meetings with her half-brother, teaching him fighting moves and how he could be his best.

The Present Is The Present, Your Scars Will Always Show

During her twenty-seventh moon of life, Shika up and left the ban of rouges. She left Snarz in charge and the two still keep in touch through traveling cats.
When Shika's brother left MistClan, Shika followed him through the moons till he settled with MeadowClan. Now she's in the City, working her ways about it and gathering another force.
Her only hopes is to keep Bearclaw and his clan out of harms way.

Roleplay Example This is from a different time frame of using Shika, but her personality is the same.[/b]

One coward, one stretched wider than the sky above. All starlight and hope had been wiped clean. The only predominate things in the night were icy blue orbs, floating dangerously, and clouded amber ones sinking.
I-I didn't know -"
Silence." The shaking one of the two pinned his ears to his head, shrinking back another inch. The cat to have spoken second was livid. Her body was composed, but her eyes and tail portrayed the feelings that itched beneath her pelt. "You wretch. I said specifically to never, never, lay a paw on a RiverClan cat. No matter what." The brown and black striped she-cat stalked a small circle around the tom. How stupid could one be? The instructions were laid to a point. No cat from RiverClan was to be harmed. Ever.
Shika, I really didn't know." With a snarl on her lips, Shika struck out a clawed paw which caught the brute on muzzle. Stumbling to the ground the black cat shook his head and withheld a meow of pain.
I don't want to hear your pathetic excuses. You failed to do as I said." Looking at the d amned thing, Shika shook her head in disgust. "I'll give you till sun rise to be out of my lands. Far from here. I will be sending scouts after you." Her eyes burned in the night, vicious and unforgiving.
With that the black tom slunk from her view and streaked off once in the shadows. "Follow him. Kill him before the moon sets." Nodding to a large cat, he collected three others with a flick of his tail.
Watching the four cats set off in the dead of night, Shika retreated to her quarters. Staring up at the large moon her eyes finally softened. Now was her time to grieve the death of the RiverClan apprentice and to connect with Whiteriver.



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