Amour -- FINISHED!!!!!

[m i z z. August]

Name: Amour

Gender: female

Species: lynx

Age: three and a half years

Alliance: loner ( ? )

Rank: unknown

Appearance:

Slightly glossy fur, fairly uncommon to the breed she comes from, flows smoothly over her thin form, making slight ridges over her shoulder blades and haunches. A tan horizon of fur covers most of her upper body, mingled with small spots and discolorations of varying shades. Underbelly is covered by oblong black spots and a cream base. Looking at her face, with the almond amber eyes and large orange nose, you see an exotic beauty that is not hugely common. Black tear streaks form from the outer edges of her eyes, streaking downwards and melting into her long fur. Her wide ears are tipped with a tuft of black, and lined with soft fur. Amour has large, sharp-tipped claws that end slightly large paws. Muscles bunch under her shoulders, for they are another pride of hers, and she doesn't let them melt away like some conceited felines. Her short tail is a very common lynx trait, although hers it blanketed with a soft white that is only seen when she is running, and her tail is uplifted. Her legs aren't very long, but that makes them perfect for climbing trees, boulders, and cliffs. And even though long legs usually make the speed in a feline, she gets hers from her muscles.

Personality:

Amour is a vain and highly conceited feline. Half of her energy goes into taking care of her looks. Rarely will you find so much as a burr or leaf in her glossy fur. The other half of her energy goes to searching for available, and unavailable, males. She is completely unpredictable in her opinions, her fancies for one male changing with the wind. She is an enormous flirt, using her appearance to lure males in, and then leaving them in the dust. A chase is what she aims for, especially for a lynx who is taken by another. She takes no care for other females around her, and is often highly rude when around them. That is why it is probably a good idea she is more of a loner.
She is a feline who hates ridicule and being embarrassed. Although it is hard to break through her seemingly invulnerable exterior, she can be shamed easily, especially when other females feel the need to get back at her for stealing their mates or other such behavior. She has no love for families, or other cats in general. Even though she may fall for a male, she never falls into love. At least, so far.
Amour hates to hunt. That is putting it simply, in fact. She hates wasting her time and energy to catch meaningless rabbits and other such things. Therefore, she puts it off until she cannot do so any longer. Fighting, on the other hand, is quite fun in her eye. A chance to beat up the competition, and inflict scars of her own marking upon their flesh.

History:

Life began for Amour in the heart of a badger set. He was born there not for its shelter, but because his mother was a cat of pride, like her daughter is now. She was raised in a secluded pack. Some had been from far-off origins, near terras, but all had one goal. To stay alive in the forests of today. The rules were common knowledge, each being enforced ruthlessly. Not one of them stated that you could not have an affair with a cat outside the pack, but every female there would sneer at them for choosing cats that didn’t belong to the elite. And they were the elite, or at least in their opinion. No cat was allowed in without a good reason. Amour's mother was was a beautiful female. Along with her stunning looks, she had a talent for fighting. She was accepted fairly soon. Most cats there were mean, tough, hard-hearted cats. Amour's mother fit in well.
But Amour's mother didn’t choose from one of the cold elite cats. Her taste ran more toward the alliances at the moment. Of course, the relationship was only temporary. She was a cat to have fancies towards toms that changed with the seasons, and her daughter inherited these traits. That summer, it was a tom named Flight. He was tall, dark, and handsome. She liked him alright, and her good looks got her pregnant. Before she knew she was, though, another tom caught her eye. He, though, already had a mate. No matter how many seductive things that she tried to get him, he wouldn’t cave. By the time that she realized she was pregnant, she was already over that tom.
Not having had any relations with that other tom, she knew it must have been the cat by the name of Flight. So, not wanting to be ridiculed, she took her brood to a badger set and bore them their. She was only twenty-four moons old when she had that litter. Taking that into consideration, she taught them quickly how to survive, and once they were old enough, shuffled them off to live on their own. She had named them Amour, Aura, and Pyre. She raised her cubs, but soon died from a very large fight. Amour didn't care all that much. She was easily accepted into the group, partly because of her parent, and became even more of a seductive princess than her mother. She fit in better than the one that preceded her. But soon she parted, tired of the males that burdened her presence with their boring courtships. She has been a loner ever since.

RP Example:

So the afternoon was finally approaching, bringing with it faint traces of leaf-fall sun rays. The music of the river was trickling throughout every other thing, molding the bird's songs to fit with it's steady, thrumming rhythm. A soft breeze was blowing the reeds about, making them twirl and twist around and around. Among this smoothly flowing cadence walked a feline, her soft gray fur blending in smoothly with the slightly overcast day. The wind blew from behind her, as if pushing her along her path to an unknown destination. The pawsteps that should have been making soft pittering noises were muffled by the soft clay underfoot. The long stems seemed to part slightly as she walked before them, and their wavers sent a bird into the sky with a soft chirp.

Graystep padded her way delicately through the reeds that filled the land she was a part of. Or so it seemed to her, that she was a part of it. Because when she was tired or lonely or needed space, this land really seemed like it was her other half. Skidding slightly as she climbed down a pebbly ridge, she flicked tail as she saw there was no other cat around. Finally, a place to relax, her mind sighed in relief. Clan life today hadn't been exactly draining, but she always needed a break, it seemed. Maybe she could hunt for fish or... or climb a tree.

I must seem like a ThunderClan cat the way I stay in the trees all the time. A soft chuckle escaped her maw as she though of that. Scanning the bank of the river and land before her, she only saw a small willow balancing precariously over the water's edge. Reeds parted to show a small cluster of bushes, and Graystep sighed as she decided it would have to do. She could go to the apprentice's hollow, but there would probably be a few others there, and she didn't think she could handle it. She padded slowly over to the bushes, the wind practically pushing her along. I wonder if a storm is coming...

Picture: [lynk]

Theme Song:
... I dunno...

Other:
Yeah. She's kinda a... user?

[m i z z. August]

Done! Mwahahahaha!