Unfinished Nacre of the Loners

[¤:{Nacre}:¤]

Name: Nacre [NAH-creh]
Moons: 8 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Short-Description:

A white she-cat with beautiful blue eyes.

Picture:

i6.photobucket.com/albums/y248/Hawk46/NovaNacre.jpg
^^Thanks to Rain for the super awesome piccy!

Description:

[Body]

Wiry yet muscular, lithe yet strong, swift but powerful. Her build is rather interesting. She's a fairly small she-cat, with legs long for her size. Beside your average cat of her age, her ears would tickle their chin. Her tail is not sleek, like that of an Abyssinian, but it's not bushy like that of a Turkish Angora. Instead it's slightly bushy, like that of a Nebelung. Her small body enables her to slip through small gaps between rocks or even chase a rabbit down its hole. Her frame is covered by a soft coat of white snow that shines under the sun like a pearl.

[Facial Features]

Soft white whiskers of snow, Blue eyes the color the the clearest lake. Her finely shaped triangular head sits easily atop her small shoulders.

Personality:

History:

[Her 'Kithood']

Nacre's kithood lasted about two days after she was weaned from her mother's milk. Even so she was weaned much earlier than other kits, perhaps that is the reason for her size. She was born the size of an average kit, she lived the average life of a kit. However, when she was three weeks old, she no longer drank her mother's milk. Two days later, her parents disappeared. A single scent has remained fresh in her memory. But she's never been able to match that scent to a name. Her mother was Acre, her father Nakel. From those two names, she formed her own, Nacre.

[Her 'Adulthood']

Since she learned to hunt, at the age of a single moon, she's been moving from place to place. After six moons of traveling by herself, she came across and old loner by the name of Viscus as he was dying from several long gashes. He told her of his journey from the Twoleg Place to a forest where questions were never asked and secrets remained uncovered. He was on his final breaths as he asked her to find a she-cat known as Phayte and tell her that Viscus would watch over her forever. She promised she would just as Viscus drew his last breath. Nacre burried his body and vowed to find this Phayte. And so, after a moon of of traveling once again, she has finally reached the forest.

Role Playing Example:

*yawns* Not needed.

Codeword: Rapids
Other:

Nacre is actually pronounced NAY-ker and is what an oyster covers a bit of sand in to form a pearl.