Melancholia ~ Rouge

[~Silverleaf~]

Name: Melancholia (Comes from Melancholy. Melancholy means a feeling of deep sadness. Melancholia is depression.)

Age: 25 moons

Origin: Rouge

Gender: She-cat

Clan: None

Postion: None

Appearance: A mottled longish furred dapple tortoiseshell with deep watery blue eyes. Her eyes are the colour of the sun drown place, the colour or sadness. If you gaze into her eyes, you would convince your self that you are drowning in a deep sorrow. Her mottled pelt is many different shades. Her pelt is the colours of sand, the cliffs and rocks which surround the ocean. Her pelt has many beautiful colours. She has a white chest and paws, the colour of clouds. She has hard pads, as she lived in a cliff at the sun drown place. She has a bit of an accent.

Personality: She is smart, and kind of caring. She often acts kindhearted towards kits and queens, as she was once one herself. She is fierce and her only loyalty is to herself. She is an individual, and prefers to keep to her self. She doesn’t like the company of other cats. She is a great fighter, and likes to climb rocks. She can sometimes over react, but in a good way. She is stubborn, and can sometimes be arrogant, yet she means to be kinder

History: She lived at the Sun-drown place as a kit. She lived with her mother named Misery. She was her mother’s only kit and they had a special bond. But one day, Misery fell from the cliff, and hit the rocks at the bottom. She died a few hours later, leaving Melancholia to fend for herself. She then continued to live like she did before. She lived in that cave for 20 moons. One day, she meet rouge named Wrath. She fell in love with him, and she had his kits. But after they were born, he left her and never returned. It was winter, and it was too hard for the kits to live in such a cold and windy place. They died a few weeks after birth. Melancholia was heartbroken. She had so much bad luck here, so maybe it was time to leave. She set out on a long journey, until she made it to the rouges territory, where she lives now. But she urns to return to her old home.

Roleplay:
Melancholia sat silently on the peak of the cliff. She like the way the sea air ruffled her fur, and the smell of the salt. She had gotten used to it after many moons of living here. She had been alone ever since she was 6 moons old. Her mother taught her everything she knew and had died when she fell off this cliff. Suddenly, she noticed a strange shape walking across the sand. It looked like another cat. She hadn’t seen anyone here for moons. Why were they here now? She raced down the cliff carefully. She had done this many times, it was a familiar route. She jumped off the last rock, and onto the soft sand. The cat had gotten closer, and Melancholia decided to meet it. She hoped it would be friendly.
“Hey!” mewed Melancholia to the cat. The cat looked at her strangely, but then padded over to meet her.
“Hello, it’s nice to meet you, I’m Melancholia. I live in the caves over there!”
“I’m Wrath, Hello,” mewed Wrath. He seemed to be distant.
“I was wondering… want to come and take a look at the view, its really good! Follow me!” and with those words, there relationship had just started.

[~♥Willowpelt♥~]

accepted