;;CONFLICT --- (this is my life of pain)

[;;CONFLICT]

• Name: Conflict
  
  
• Gender: Female
  
  
• Species: Cat
  
  
• Age: 3 years
  
  
• Closest breed: Turkish Angora
  
  
• Picture URL (if applicable): Conflict
  
  
• Physical description (if no picture is available): Picture is available; no descript needed.
  
  
• Status: Unhealthy. Was born with Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy
  
  
• Rank (if in a colony): "Prowler" Matriarch
  
  
• Personality:
  Conflict's personality clashes with her appearence by a long run. She is kind, helpful, and extremely friendly towards the cats she knows she can trust. However, she is slightly hostile at first, preferring to watch new cats from afar before approaching, unless they approach her first. She doesnt get angered very easily, but one thing can truly set her off. She absolutely despises when others think of her and her colony as weak just because she has a heart defect. She doesnt approve of being looked down upon, but she will only attack if provoked. The worst she will do is spit a few insults and threaten you, otherwise. She is extremely stubborn, and if she wants something, she wont stop until she gets it. She likes to travel off of her colony's territory sometimes, only because of the fact that she likes the different scents. Many will notice that she gets rather playful when around the kits, but nobody, not even her, knows why.
  
  
• History:
  Conflict was born as a Housecat with her brothers, Invasion and Treachery. There were complications when she was born, and she wasnt breathing. The twolegs that owned her tried all they could to save her, and finally she started breathing again. The problem; her heart had completely stopped. She had been on the verge of death, and if the twoleg hadnt been there, she would have died almost immediately. They never figured out what was wrong, but it began happening often. She was brought to the vet along with her two brothers. While her brothers were getting vaccinations, she was being checked for heart problems or respitory problems. The vet had said that she was born with Feline Hypertrophic Cardiomyopathy, and that nothing else could be done about it. Her owner waited for her brothers to get back and they went home, confused as of what to do. When Conflict went out into the garden that day, she met a cat called Adrielle. They chatted for a while, and then Conflict's owner called her back in. The next day, Conflict went back out and awaited Adrielle's arrival. Sure enough, the white and green speckled cat was walking down the fence not too far away. When Adrielle finally arrived, Conflict decided she had questions. Curious, Conflict asked what it was like to be a wild cat, and if Adrielle could help her escape. Adrielle was hesitant, but agreed nonetheless. By now, Conflict was 1 year, and the problems with her heart had slowed down a little. She never saw Adrielle again after the cat had helped her escape, and was beginning to become lonely. That was when she ran into the Twilight Colony. She noticed something with the first cat she saw; their pelt colors were almost identical. The cat she met quickly asked if she needed a place to stay, and Conflict agreed without question. She slowly rose their ranks, starting as a Subordinate, and then finally rising up to an Assistant. By the time the leader died, she was 2 years, and just barely old enough to take over. She successfully took the spot, and has now been the Prowler Matriarch for a year.
  
  
• Relationships:
  ?? - Mother - Deceased
  ?? - Father - Deceased
  Invasion - Brother - Alive
  Treachery - Brother - Alive
  
  
• Other tidbits:
  None that wasnt mentioned.
  
  
• Code symbol from the rules: &
  
  
• RP Example:
  A small gray she-cat padded on the sidewalk, trying to be careful not to stray off of the sides. Just walking around sightlessly was dangerous, and she knew it. It wasnt as if she could help it, though. It seemed like no matter what, she was either being insulted or attacked. Just because her shining green eyes had a difference. She didnt understand any of it. Nothing made sense to her. She knew why they did it, but no matter how hard she tried to understand, nothing ever seemed to change. She sighed lightly, being careful not to startle any nearby cats or dogs. She had smelled some scents a while back, but they were stale, not to mention far away. She turned, smelling something. It smelled sweet... sort of like prey, but it wasnt that kind of sweet. It smelled like sugar, and maybe some of those orange fruits she saw growing on trees. She turned her head, attempting to find the source of the scent. Finally, it came to her. She had been to this place before, and she knew where she was. Of course, that didnt mean she had smelled this scent before. she turned towards the wall she was walking near.
  
  Right above her, the sweet scent lured her in. There was a window just low enough for her to reach, and for that she was thankful. She jumped up and scented the air. The sweet scent of whatever she was trying to find was completely blocking out the twoleg scent. She stepped in through the open window, carefully using her paws to guide her way to the scent. Finally, when it seemed like the scent was just under her nose, she sat down. Lured in, she stuck her head inside of the round thing that kept it contained. She gently licked some of the sweet smelling stuff, almost entranced by the smell. It was a liquid, but it was somewhat thick as well, almost syrupy, and it tasted almost as sweet as it smelled. She continued to lick the sweet stuff, not realizing that there was a twoleg about to come through the door. Her ears twitched slightly as the twoleg entered the room. Or course, she wasnt expecting what happened next.
  
  The twoleg, enraged by the sight, began to yell. "What are you doing with my Sliced Orange Juice!?" was all the twoleg said before approaching the gray she-cat. She pulled her head out of the round thing and looked at the twoleg through sightless eyes, her whiskers sticky from the syrupy liquid. 'Sliced Orange Juice... thats an odd name for something that tastes so wonderful!' she thought, the two-leg's words ringing in her head. Suddenly, the twoleg grabbed her by the scruff on her neck and almost literally tossed her out the window. Then, there was a slamming sound, and the sweet smell had disappeared. Disappointed, she got turned back the way she was heading. 'She needs to learn some manners, doesnt she? Stupid twolegs...' she thought. An almost frustrated look on her face, she continued down the path she had taken. If only she hadnt been blind, she would have been able to defend the Sliced Orange Juice. Still, now that she got the scent out of her head, it didnt bother her as much.
  
  Finally, after walking for a while, she caught the scent of the two cats she had wanted to follow. It was a short distance away, and she knew the exact spot. Just by scent she could detect a cat's actual location, and these cats were in the alley a small ways again. Probably about five fox-lengths. She darted ahead, now eager to see what the cats were doing. She skidded to a stop when she reached the alley, listening closely and following her nose. She could smell the two cats. One was some ways in front of her, and the other one was behind a dumpster. Carefully, not knowing why the other cat was hiding, she approached the one in frost of her. Every few moments she would crouch down, wait a few seconds, and then approach again. Sightless eyes stared straight at the cat, only curiousity showing through. Something wasnt right about this cat. The air that surrounded him was wierd... almost thin. she wanted to know who this cat was, and now. "Who are you...?" the words escaped her muzzle in almost a rhythm. Her voice, a melody carried by the wind, had been revealed. Shining green eyes stared right at this cat still as she waited for an answer.
  
  ((from a long gone Warriors RPG, StarClan: The Sun And The Moon))
  
  

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