Trick - DeathClan [OLD]

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Name:

Trick

Age:

23 moons

Rank:

Warrior

Clan:

Deathclan

Description:

With the use of one word, you can sum up this she cats pelt. Brown. Trick's coat is of a dark, rich chocolate brown color, showing many shading and transitions in her coat as she moves. The she cat, small as she may be, is one to not be underestimated. Sharp claws ring out of her paws when she's angered, able to slice through the pelt of a cat without any problem. Yellow stained teeth are more like fangs, and when she opens her mouth, it's one of the first things you see when you look in. Her eyes are a rather... kind green, the color of moss.

The she cat has a brown nose, matching into her fur color perfectly. Her ears are exactly the same, brown on the back, a light brown on the front. Her ears, like most cats, are of a fuzzy texture, much like every cat. Long whiskers sprout from the side of her face, white, and long. But I already mentioned the long whiskers.

Personality:

Trick's name came from her personality, once being Susannah. But that would be explained later. She's more of a trickster, the kind of cat to work her way into the hearts of the very cats she is to kill, and when she goes in for the final kill, often it becomes a brutal beat down, if you know what I mean. Ok, so onto the more... interesting parts of this she cat's personality.

Trick, a teaser, trickster, flirter, and all around evil little one. You gotta know her. You gotta love her. She's one to manipulate others, working her way into the very hearts of her victims, and then crushing them. Both physically and mentally. She's a piece of work, and very few, if any, will show her the true meaning of love. She acts all sweet and innocent, usually being the bait for others Deathclan want to destroy. If you have a problem, send Trick in, and she'll come through and destroy them for ya. Nice, huh? Just make sure you get on the she cat's good side. She's not one to think twice about taking someone's life.

The "nicer" side of her isn't nice at all. It's just nicer than the trickery she often pulls over on other cats. Often it's wanted more of a quick death for others, instead of tricking others. She's never shown kindness to others, except those in her clan, and that's only on a fine line. The she cat knows she needs the help of others to finish off the clan cats, and that's the only reason she's a Deathclan cat. Who knows if there's something deeper to her...

History:

Since Trick is a mysterious one, her past is not known to others. She doesn't remember everything about it, so I will be telling it in 2 different clips of roleplay.

Leaving
You couldn't think she just wandered into Deathclan camp one day, and met the others, did you? Well, yeah, so maybe she did, but that's just the beginning of the end. Here's her real story.

"No Mickey, you can't keep me here. You and I both know this isn't my home. Let me go."
"But Susannah, what about Mom? She'll never let you go. You know that."
"Let me handle Mom." There was a certain gleam in her eyes that Mickey didn't recognize. She didn't even want to.
"Ok. Ju.. Just let her down easy."
"Don't worry, Mom won't be able to reject. Not once I'm through." That weird gleam that was in her eyes was back, and hesitant at first, Mickey walked away. As Savannah watched, she smiled, and stalked off to find her mom.

The she cat walked into their den, moss green eyes sweeping over the surrounding land, nose sniffing for scents of other cats. None. Everything was stale. Just her and her mother. Perfect. The she cat approached the golden tabby. "Hey Mom, I have to talk to you." She paused. "I'm leaving. I want to go live my life, look around." Susannah waited for her mother's reply, already knowing what she would say.
"No, Susannah. You're staying here. You know how the forest is, dangerous and filled with those evil cats."
Susannah laughed at that. "Mother, when are you going to stop living in your fantasy world? You can't hold me here as your hostage. I am my own being, and I'm going to leave. Now either you can let me leave peacefully, or I will run. Your choice." There was more meaning to the she cat's words, but she wouldn't let her mom know what she meant. Not yet. Her time was coming, and she didn't even know it.
"I will not let you go. Susannah, you stay here. Do you understand me?"
The she cat hung her head, showing she gave up. "Yes, Mother." That strange gleam held in her eyes for a second, then she sprang her head up, teeth shining. Out of the blue, the she cat sprung, sharp claws digging into her mothers' sides as she attacked, teeth biting and claws scratching. Susannah's mother didn't even put up a fight. She just lay there, incapacitated. At the mercy of her own daughter. The she cat got off, and bent her head down towards her mom's ears. "I said I understood. I never said that I could stay. My name is not Susannah," She spat the name. "My name is Trick. Remember it, because the next time you hear it, you better turn and run the other way. If you do not die right here, I will come back. I will find you. And I will kill you." She saw her mother shudder, and then the she cat was gone.

Joining Deathclan
The she cat wandered, her stomach growling as she smelt the scents of borders. With disgust, the she cat stepped over them, believing they belonged to one of those weak clan cats. The sound of a growl stopped the she cat, and she hunted out the cause of it, seeing a tall white tom with bone white fur. The tom strode up to her, a growl rumbling within his chest. She sat down, and licked a paw, showing her ignorance and impatience with this tom. His voice rang through the clearing. "State your business upon Deathclan territory."
His voice was so much like the others she had met, and she wasn't able to suppress the laugh that built up in her chest. The tom didn't seem to like that. "I am Trick. A loner. You better watch who you go picking fights with, young tom for I am not one to have the patience fighting."
A growl erupted from the tom's lips and he sprang forward, pinning the she cat down. Not that she put up much of a fight. "You do not use that tone of voice with me, kitten. I will kill you here, and I won't give a second thought about that."
The she cat didn't believe him. "You're bluffing. There's no way you would kill out of cold blood. It goes against your pathetic warrior code." Her words rang with the way she was not just speaking to save her life, but speaking what she thought was true, and something that she wasn't afraid of. Something that was able to show in her voice.
The tom snarled. "You pathetic foxdung. You mistake this clan for one of the others. We have no code. For your mistake, you will die." The tom then lunged for her throat, but before he cold get to there, the she cat, pulling strength into her back limbs, sent the tom flying. The two then went at it again, until Trick seemed to have the upper hand. That's when the tom did something unexpected. He asked her if she wanted to join their clan. Wandering what the life would be like, living with cats who thought and acted like her, she accepted, and followed Bone back to the camp.

There she and Fading had a talk, and she was accepted into the clan.




Alright. Time to clear up some empty points. Susannah/Trick was born to Lexie and Tom, but the pair didn't know their father, as he soon left after the kits were born. Susannah/Trick and Mickey got along as all sisters do, fighting each other and also helping the other. Well, Tom was a cat who wasn't one to be trusted, and his traits got passed onto his daughter, Susannah/Trick. When she was 7 moons old, she started becoming corrupted, her father's personality taking affect on the young she cat. Soon she became the way she was, and didn't want to leave. She hated living there, and Lexie was too protective. She would never allow her two kits to leave. So Susannah/Trick knew she had to leave, and decided the only way to do that was to kill her mother. She never really liked her either, so it was easier like that than to disappear through the night.

[Fia]

*coughs* Her physical description needs a bit more detail, and her personality could use a few more sentences. That's all. X3

[blitzy]

Kinda figured you'd say that *scampers off to fix it*

[Fia]

Thank you. X3 She's good to go now, ACCEPTED.