x|monarchpaw

[x|| shadeh.]

x|Name
Monarchpaw.

x|Gender
Fae. [ female; she-cat; femme. ]

x|Moons
Eight.

x|Loyalty
SandClan.

x|Position
Apprentice.

x|Appearance
In build, Monarchpaw lacks -slightly. She isn't the largest apprentice in the camp, definitely not. She's a bit smaller than your average male apprentice eight moons old, but she might be considered a regular size for a female. Either way, she's not as large as she could be. Monarchpaw has a feathery pelt of white, and ginger. Her main appearance is white, but mixed in their are splotches of fiery ginger ranging from a dark - nearly scarlet - type of ginger, to a pale ginger that looks almost white.

Her eyes though are the real fascination about her. She doesn't have the common green or brown eyes for ginger cats, she has blue eyes. Odd for both colors of her pelt, but blue nonetheless. The color is icy, but her gaze is usually soft and loving. She does like fighting, but she refuses to hurt anybody unless its with a flick of her tongue throwing out a nasty retort.

x|Persona
Monarchpaw is a fighter. She has the natural abilities of fighting, offensive, and defensive. But she still has yet to blossom into those sacred abilities. She's a fare fight while training, or betting against someone else. Her natural fighter doesn't only show on the battlefield but also in her personality. She has a fiery temper, and a stubborn aura. She'll never refuse a challenge, and will never back down from anything she says she'll do, or anything she's put up to. Her personality has often gotten her into trouble, in both her past and now.

While growing up with Alayen, she became quite the tom-boy. She was never deemed 'girly' or a 'giggler'. She was quite rowdy and always getting into trouble, and that shows today. She much prefers to hang out with guys rather then faes simply because she doesn't understand what they talk about, and because she understands males better, and how to talk to them.

x|Past
Monarchpaw was born to two loners, in a way, both living far from the clans. Her parents were Serena, and Helios. They lived in a 'pack' with other cats. They were related to each other, yes, but that’s not why their bonds were strong. This 'pack' had a different religion then that of the clans. They didn't believe in StarClan but in many different types of gods, one for each different thing. The thousand gods. They made their names based on syllables to how high they ranks along the pack. Serena and Helios were Hunters, a rank below the nobles of their group. When Serena bore a kit they named her Monarch, the parents knew this would put her in the protector group. The ones who were the first line of defense in any battle. The working group if you must understand properly.

They didn't want their daughter to live that life, but her name was given by the ruler of the pack, Kaleria. They didn't know a single way to fix this problem, but Monarch's best friend soon solved the problem. Alayen began to call his friend, Monarchy. Ending with a 'y', and making her name three syllables. Fixing the problem entirely. Over-ruled, an oddity for the pack, called The Fellowship, Kaleria gave Monarch the name Monarchy.

The two, Monarchy and Alayen, grew up together since birth. They were born on the same day, both to mother's who only bore one child. Their parents were proud of them, and the ruler already had a plan for them to be together once they grew old enough, and Alayen had been trained. Oh yes, the Fellowship was cruel to those females who ranked in the lower guilds. Monarchy would only be trained briefly on the gods and the few techniques she would need to know, while Alayen would also have those lessons, plus more privileges because of his gender.

Monarchy wanted to rebel against this, but she kept her tongue knowing that at anytime Kaleria could have a ceremony to take away her Hunter Name and replace it with one of the Unworthy. She would simply have to be called 'Mon' for that, and then she would be in the guild that was treated horribly, and the one that got the last pieces of prey once others' had their share. The ones forced to practically live by themselves. But she wouldn't have to worry about that if she simply minded her caste and didn't speak out against the nobles.

Monarchy did grow up with Alayen, still the best of friend, until their fourth moon. Until of course, the rebellion. The Unwothy rebelled against Kaleria, throwing her off of her pedestal and taking over the Fellowship. Nobody knew what to do, so most fled. Alayen's mother, Seria, fled toward the clans, so Serena and Helios followed in pursuit with their darling daughter. But while they were running, fleeing the now broken Fellowship, Monarchy became lost in a world of forest. Her paws carried her through unfamiliar territory. And since her stamina was much less of that then her mother, father, godmother, and best friend, she slowed down, trying to call to them. But her calls were drowned out by paw-steps, many of them. She cowered away, fearing that the Unworthy had followed them and had now found their prey, poor, defenseless Monarchy.

She hid the best she could, but the voices she heard were not of the Unworthy. They were too simple, too intelligent to be the Unworthy's unknown babble. She mewed pitifully, trying to get their attention, hoping it was part of her caste that had wandered this way. But it was not, it was a SandClan patrol.

One warrior, Ambergaze, saw the pathetic lump of fur. Commented on it to one of her warriors, and flicked her tail to tell them to retrieve it. One warrior came her way, a sleek grey tom named Foggystep. He picked her up, and brought her back to their camp, whispering encouragement and telling her about the clans the whole way there. He treated her like his own kit. Monarchy took a liking to Foggystep to the start, and when he placed her in front of the leader, Angelstar, he told the leader her name - which he had coaxed out of her - and then about her and what she had told him. Angelstar accepted her - after a long thinking session - and named her Monarchkit. She said that if anyone asked, she was named after the elegant orange - spotted butterfly. It was a good cover, seeing as her pelt was a fluttery white and orange.

She -sadly- does not remember any of her past, for odd reason. Her memory's grown faded since living with the clans, she can't even remember the day, Foggystep, perished from green-cough only a moon after she came to the clans.

x|Other
I took the history from one of my fantasy characters, and tweaked it a bit to be for cats. xPP but it workss!! Oh, and I'm contemplating someone playing the older version of Alayen.

[*Seaclaw*]

Wow!!!!!!!! That's got to be the best bio I've ever seen!!!!!!

**ACCEPTED**

[x|| shadeh.]

^{thankies. =]
monarchpaw = luff}