Spiderleg of ShadowClan ; she-cat warrior., Unfinished at the moment, finished soon.

[Spider]

-Name-
Spiderleg.

-Gender-
Female, aka she-cat.

-Age-
17 moons.

-Clan-
ShadowClan.

-Rank-
Warrior.

-Photos/drawings-
On the alert.

-Appearance-
It would probably be easy to guess the reason for which this she-cat was named Spiderkit. Not because she is completely black, no; that is obviously apparent, even though she does fit into shadows more easily than most because of her dark colors. Only because of the strange elegance she had always possessed, even as a very young kit. Slim, curving limbs, the reason for her suffixe, settled on dainty paws would strongly hold up a seemingly frail body as easily as any other. A finely chiseled head, complete with a pointed muzzle and slanting forehead, was delicately placed upon her neck, and would often tip to the side in a curious gesture of joy or a questioning manner. Erected ears, showing off their pyramidal shape as the flick from side to side, clearly show that she is always on the alert, ready to reply to anything either physical or mental in any way she could. And yet she still manages to look calm and relaxed, with hooded gaze and sprawling figure, as well as the lazily swishing tip of her ever active tail.
If you only took a short glance over in her direction, which is very probable since she looks like any other normal feline, you would just see a graceful brown tabby padding along on long legs, green eyes the color of young shoots flickering every whichway as it observed its surroundings with a fine cautiousness. However, that is not all there is to this young female. A patch of bright orange fur climbs over the arch of her muzzle, leaning to the right as it separates from her left eye, and then begins twisting around her other ocular before vanishing. This she has inherited from her mother, Autumnblaze, who was a ginger tabby herself, as well as her elegant pose. It comes up randomly across her form, appearing in stripe-like patterns instread of blotches like it is on so many others. Her main colors, as is apparent, are brown and black, a trait from her father, though Barkfur has given her more than just her overall hue. He, from his own father before him, was also partly silver, and this color can be faintly seen on Spiderleg's sides and forelimbs when she is in good lighting. Sun or moonlight reflect off of these aluminum hairs, giving her a dim, specter-like glow at night, and an uncomfortable but not blinding shine in the day.
The last noticeable thing that could be considered as unusual on this many-colored feline would be the number of her toes, though you'd have to get considerably close to see that. She is what Two-legs call 'polydactyl', or with more toes than usual. Six on each forepaw. And unlike most, she actually enjoys being different in this way. Originality is one of her goals in life. Nothing beats a new idea.
Then there are her expressions, those many faces she puts on throughout the day. She nearly always has a slight half-smile curling the edge of her mouth, giving her a permanent air of mocking amusement, though she does her best to show that she is not scornful at all. Wariness is yet another one. She cocks her head to the side, one eyebrow raised above the other, with that questioning expression that she just adores. Sadness rarely appears upon her features, but when it does, she looks completely miserable. Audits pressed against her scruff, lowerlip curled over upper in a pleading pout, shoulders hunched as if she wanted to push herself into the ground, and eyes wide as they could go, brimming with tears. Many, for some reason, think that she only tries to take advantage of others by doing this, but it's her only way of showing that she is truly heartbroken without looking as if she's shrugging it off as an unimportant matter [which, for her, it isn't]. Last of all comes anger, which is the rarest of the main four... and when she goes into one of her furies, you'd better not stick in your place. Hiss, spit, yowl, claw; all of those and many more go into her last expression, a full-body aspect that just screams out her feelings.

-Personality-
Spiderleg's mental stability is considerably easy to describe compared to her appearance. She has four main traits of personality, happiness, cautiousness, sadness and anger, and many other subcategories that do not matter much anyway, as well as a few details that sometimes make life more difficult for her.
She is happy half of the time, just padding around the camp as she offers help or plays with the kits [those days of kithood, though far behind now, still seem close to her, and comfort her heart], occasionally stepping out of the clearing into the ShadowClan territory to hunt whatever she finds, or just laying herself down next to the fresh-kill pile as she waits with a bite to eat for someone to come over and talk. Though often silent, when she feels the need for conversation, she doesn't stint herself. Her words go on and on and on, never stopping, as if she was terrible a massive story that she remembered from lond ago and was adding different bits to it as she went along. And whenever her audience is made up of kits or apprentices, all the better for her. She reels off into another one of her tales, Firestar, her family, or even short stories that she recalls from past moments in her lifetime. However, as soon as she finishes, the envy has worn off, and she cannot continue. So off she goes again, hunting, playing, and sometimes sitting by herself inside the warriors' den as she thinks silently about whatever.
Her times of wariness are when the fears come back. She knows when they do, because she jumps whenever somecat says something to her suddenly, or she can't fall asleep at night, or she won't dare rest inside the dens but is scared of the outside. Those days are very hard on her, and she slows down, her usually slim form becoming emaciated, huge bags growing under her eyes, the elegance she has always possessed dwindling into clumsiness. The fear goes away after a few days, an obvious relief for her, but she is always worried about the next time they will hit, and always watches out for any symptoms of their return.
Sadness does not come often, but since she does not experience it much, it is ever more heart-rending. She can't help it. Her misery is just one of those things that you simply can't control and goes haywire every time it's allowed to show.
Anger is the last one, and when she goes off into that, you can never stop her. She's got to do something, or else she's going to blow up. Sometimes, so that she won't harm anyone she runs off into the territory and just keeps on racing across the mud and marshes until she's too tired to continue. Then she trudges back to camp, weary and foot-worn, but not furious any longer. And yet... it has happened for her to hurt others. When they insult her, she doesn't mind all that much; but if they say anything about her family, or friends she has, she's like a furry ball of unsheathed claws tearing your way, wreaking havoc where she passes. When she does something, she does it fully. There's no in-between.

-Family-

Main Family

Mother - Autumnblaze, ginger tabby [gone].
Father - Barkfur, brown and silver tabby [deceased].
Siblings - Eaglekit [male, deceased] ; Tornheart [female, deceased].

Others

Grandmothers - [father's side, deceased] Clawfoot, brown tabby ; [mother's side, gone] Leapingflame, ginger tabby.
Grandfathers - [father's side, deceased] Mirrormoon, plain silver ; [mother's side, deceased] Spiderfang, black and white tuxedo cat.
Aunts - [father's side] none ; [mother's side] none.
Uncles - [father's side] none ; [mother's side, alive] Darkpatch, black and white tuxedo cat.

-History-
Born to Autumnblaze and Barkfur, Spiderkit was one in a litter of three. Her two siblings, Eaglekit and Tornkit, were completely different from her own design. Eaglekit was a patchy mess of oranges, brown, blacks and silvers, making him look as if he was covered with feathers more than fur, and Tornkit was a plain ginger tabby except for a thick stripe of brown on her back, like a tear in her frabric. They had quite a comfortable life as kits, being three out of five in the nursery. Eaglekit died two days afterwards from a bad case of white-cough, but the two left were too young to remember.
The first unlucky event was, ironically, on their apprenticeship. Their father had gone out for a celebration hunt, promising to bring back something for each of them. He didn't come back. He wasn't there when they padded toward the tall, looming willow tree near which the leader was waiting, he wasn't there when they padded right back after having met their new mentors, and he still hadn't returned when night fell and all was still. He was found the next day as a bloody lump of ragged fur. He'd been attacked by a fox. And he was dead. Just dead.
That was the breaking point for Autumnblaze. She ran off one night, following the actions of her own mother, who had also vanished after her mate had been killed in a rogue fight, leaving her two apprenticed kits to fend for themselves.
And so Tornpaw and Spiderpaw lived together for the rest of their apprentice moons, caring for each other just like any siblings would. But happiness never seemed to last in that family.
A moon after both became warriors, when they were 14 moons old in all, a fox came across the ShadowClan territory again. Tornheart and Spiderleg remember that day when their father was killed, and immediately went out to fight against the beast. Tornheart, the eldest, died from loss of blood. And Spiderleg was left alone... completely alone.
She's continued going through these past three moons, though the fear had begun to haunt her, and tries her best to survive in a world she was taught was harsh and cruel much too soon.

-RP example-
[This is a post from another cat Clan RPing site.]
The marked aluminum female's grin widened for the second time, letting the gleaming tips of her ivory fangs show beneath the rim of dark ebony lips for a few precious moments before it went back down, once again under control as Ziggu attempted and succeeded in making herself dominant over her smile. She couldn't let herself show too much emotion to some ordinary DemonClan feline. She had that liberty back up in StarClan. And so, fighting the impulsive feelings telling her to stick her tongue out at the simple stupidness of the name of the place she lived in, she pricked soot-lined audits to listen closely to whatever this cat had begun to plot out.
She gave a swift nod as Shard outlined her plan to the leading demon cat, noting down the fact that this she-cat was probably quite observant, since the Clans, those idiotic groups of loyal and honorable felines [Feh, she thought to herself, not letting the words slip into the other's mind while their connection was still held, what foolish things.] who strutted around saying this or that was their's and their's alone, were situated quite some ways away in the South. The silver female let the thought that Shard would have been of better use dead than alive if she hadn't found this particular battle plan [and so that if she died it would be all the better] trickle into her mind, but was soon pushing it away so that the particular female it was speaking about would not hear any of it, though it wasn't to reassure the stark black cat. Ziggu just didn't like sharing her own ideas with others than the very few 'friends' she had gained in her living life, and so kept them away from mortal beings most of the time.
And then the inevitable question came. Help meant suggestions, no? But still, Ziggu was disappointed that Shard could not just finish this tiny plot of hers on her own. She had the brains. But then, she might not think so. Shrugging her shoulders, the platinum-hued feline slipped along, imitating the other's movements perfectly, and quietly murmured her answer into Shard's mind.
"Suggest? Make it come more swiftly. The destruction, the chaos... do something to make them turn against each other faster than it would naturally take them. Kill their patrols and drag the cats all along another Clan's territory, making them think that that Clan came over and stole prey, or some other thing. Use that strategy to steal kits [and before you ask, just give the kit to some loner you think would make it a good DemonClan cat], prey [food isn't very plentiful around here, unless you've noticed], and have a general carnage that some of you enjoy so much."
The idea had come to her like that flash of lightning, appearing inside her mind with abnormal speed. But then, she had always been the strategist [though a bit violent and loud, she had to admit], and this had happened many times while she was still living amongst the mortals here. Why not while she was dead? It made perfect sense, after all. Grinning once more, though a cruel twist of her jaw indicated the fact that she was particularly pleased about this plan of battle, she snickered again, not truly caring whether this sound reached Shard or not. It didn't matter much, did it? Laughter was laughter, and you can't have slaughter without it.

-Other-
- Mildly claustrophobic when her fears come round.

-Hidden word-
Tiger, tiger, burning bright.

[xXx k i r a XxX]

Great.

Accepted.