Listen to This ECHO

[{Echo}]

Name: Echo
Rank: Cazadora (female)
Clan: The Rebellion
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 35 Moons
Picture: Echo
Physical Description:

Echo's build is fairly small, her ears only reaching to a full grown cat's eyes. She is full grown, she will get no larger. Echo is thin, doing a lot og running and such. She is well built, really, with thick and tough pads. Echo takes pride in her stealth, which gave her her name. Her claws are clear white, tipped with black. The actual pelt of hers is a dark chocolaty brown, laced with dark black stripes. Her fur has bits of white going throughout it, making her look older than she really is. The white is mostly around her face, but it isn't easy to see as most of the time it is covered with the dark fur. She is of tabby and siamese heritage, thus giving her her small size and the white through out the brown and black.

Quick Description:

A brown tabby she-cat with striking green eyes.

Personality:

Echo has always felt like she should be alone and fending for herself. For the first part of her life, She was a loner, teetering on the edge of Rouge. She knows how to fight and can well, knowing very well that you have to fight to live. Echo is ambitious and rowdy, becoming annoying and rude most of the time. She is selfish and mean, caring only for herself. Echo is still settling into group life, as the largest group she has ever lived in was three cats. She does have some compassion though, caring deeply for younger kits and apprentices. Echo has fun play-fighting like a kit, often letting the kits themselves climb over her as they pretend to fight the clans.

History:

Echo was born to two cats, but it was a forced breeding. The mother, Matchstick, and the father, Hydrogen, had an unplanned and unwanted breeding. Matchstick bore the kits in a hollow tree, having 3 kits. Two were toms, the last a She-cat. A tom and the she-kit were twins, both dark tabby colored. Only their eyes told them apart. The other tom died, leaving just the twins. Matchstick named them, giving the tom the name Fallen and the she-kit the name Echo. She taught them everything they needed to know to live as soon as they could walk and talk. When Matchstick felt everything was right, she crawled off. Fallen and Echo never saw her again. The two cats lived together, until they were the ages of an apprentice. It came in the winter. It was very cold that particular winter, Snow was on the ground constantly and hunting was harder than it had ever been. The two began raiding the Twoleg's trashcans, until one twoleg kit left out a bowl of food. Fallen felt it was easier than hunting and starving through the winter, so he left to be a Kittypet. Echo was left to fend for herself. She managed to survive, traveling as a loner for a long while. When she came to this area, Echo was attacked, but she fought back well. She had no belief in any sort of anscestors, beliveing that when you're dead, you're gone, plain and simple. After the fight, Echo was weak, but two warriors had been wounded worse. She was agknowledged as a strong cat, and asked to join their Rebellion. Echo reluctantly agreed, understanding that if she had to survive, she would have to be with more cats. She was trained in their ways, then made a Cazadora in their group.

IC:

It was night. The stars shone brightly from above, giving light to the clearing. The moon hung overhead, the brightest it had been in a long time. It was almost full, a few more days and it would be. It illuminated everything in the clearing, including the cat sitting in the middle. The clearing was more of an oval than a circle, surrounded unevenly by trees on all sides. It had been turned white by the moon's bright glow. The cat in the center, a she-cat, was staring up at the moon, eyes wide open. It was difficult to tell the color of the cat, but upon close inspection it was clear that she was none other than Echo, a Cazadora of the Rebellion. She was breathing slowly and deeply, just staring up at the moon and stars. Echo closed her eyes, lowering herself to lay upon the ground. She was not asleep, her ears swiveled around, listening to everything that was happening around her. Echo could smell a mouse in the undergrowth, along with a few other cats that had come here before. None of them caught her attention. The thing that did was a lone cricket, on the other side of the clearing. Her eyes opened, and she gave a smile. Standing quietly, coming on with the same stealth she had been taught to keep in, she slowly made her way closer to it. With a fast dash and a leap, the cricket's noise fell silent. Echo it into it. Hm..Crunchy. Her tail flicked as she swallowed, walking through the trees.

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Other:

I hope it's okay she's a cross-cat.

[&Willow]

Accepted