.Mountain.Sonic.

[[.:Breaker:.]]

Name:
Sonic[kit][paw]*wolf*

Age:
23 Moons

Gender:
She-cat

Alliance:
MountainClan

Rank:
Queen

Picture:

Description:
Sonic has the slim form and light build of a typical she-cat, but is very muscular and has no trouble hiding it. Her fur, a mix of white and patches of black-striped grey patches, is moderately thick and sticks up on her spine. Her ears are rounded and tattered at the tips and match her muzzle, which is equally as scarred. Although she keeps her fur smooth and sleek, her other physical traits are roughed up, including her bent whiskers, crooked tail and a limp in her left rear leg. However, her eyes are a clear, dazzling blue that makes her appearance glow despite the faults.

Personality:
It's really quite the same. She doesn't talk much, and she's not the "fluffy, lovey" type who cuddles up to any tom. While she may be silent and minds her own business, she can't help but snap out in retaliation if someone pokes her into a rage. She hates it when others defy their leaders or even herself if she believes the choice to be wise and simple. Sonic, at the hands of her past, absolutely hates false love, or even true love at all. It's been this that keeps her away from anybody at all, refusing to talk, eat, or even hunt within reaching distance of her fellow felines.

History:
She had known life back then like the back of her paw, from each and every strand of fur to where her claws poked through her paw. Sonic's mother, Dewwhisker, died giving birth to six kittens, and the others had starved without their food source in the dead of winter. It had only been one hour later that her father had found five dead kits beside their dead mother, one pitiful, copy of himself mewling for food. Being a loner had its advantages, and he kept little Sonic warm among the other bodies. For the next hour, he tried in vain to find his one friend, Volt, who had recently had kittens, also. With her help, Scorch had been able to keep his daughter alive.

But a scuffle with Dewwhisker's old Clan brought his young life to an end. They found out about Scorch and one of her brothers took their love the wrong way; he believed Scorch tricked Dew into falling in love with him, and sought out to kill the 'fool.' He succeeded, and he brought Sonic and named her what she is, for she had not been named beforehand. Sonickit was named for the surprisingly fast speed at which everything had happened, from her family dying and her uncle speeding her back home. Since then, all the events that have happened to her were negative; her uncle passed away a moon later from greencough; her mentor was a 'stupid, lovestruck' she-cat and never really taught Sonicpaw; her first apprentice was struck by a car in a freak accident one day.

She never wanted it all to happen. Everything had been out of her grasp. And to Sonicwolf, it felt like the world never really wanted her.

Role play example:
A broken sob left her mouth as she covered her maw with her white paws. All that could be seen of Sonicwolf was the section of her head that was patched, her white paws with small pieces of grey on them, and her grey-and-black-striped sides and back. Her tail was tucked to her legs and it lashed back and forth frequently. Why?! How come everything had to happen to her?! She had done nothing wrong, and yet everybody had to take their anger, frustration and lust on her... Now she had to be stuck in the stinkin' nursery, pregnate, a few weeks short of giving birth to kittens. She didn't really want them..

For they weren't the result of love.

They were the nightmare of being forced upon and having terror scream at the horror of being assaulted in such a way. Forget any past deed done. This was the worst she had encountered.

And these young lives wouldn't let her forget.

Other:
~She has bad luck. The history and RP Example prove that.
~"She was raped." D: