Mercyheart

[Mercyheart]

Name: Mercyheart
Age: 30 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pelt Color: Cream and brown.
Description: Mercyheart, tall and stately, looks in all outwards appearances like royalty. The way she carries herself, the light in her eyes, all scream that she is someone to be respected.

Mercyheart has mixed blood in her, but by the look of her, her bloodline is mostly Siamese. Short, well groomed, pale fur covers her entire body. Although, being of the Quart Creixent her home is generally muddy and wet causing her fur to take on a rough weathered look, the product of constant cleaning and even more constant dirtying.

Mercyheart has eyes of white fire. Light blue eyes, owing to her Siamese heritage no doubt, glow from Mercyheart's thin face. Her eyes are very large, and somewhat out of proportion with the rest of her face. Many describe them as 'eyes of the devil', considering her reputation for spotting everything that goes on.

Her stature favors speed more than strength. Long legs, long tail, long neck, there is something almost breakable looking about Mercyheart. Something in her sunken face that gives her the look of a skeleton in certain lights.

She isn't what one would call pretty. Her eyes are too bright and her features are to out of balance for conventional beauty. However one might argue that Mercyheart's strange complexion holds a mysterious grace. Others might call it a dark glamor, but something about her is appealing and draws others in. There is something wildly enticing about Mercyheart, something that is not within conventional bounds.


Personality: It has been said that Mercyheart would do better as a leader, she has such a fondness for rules. Her expression is as severe as her punishments to any who break her beloved law. She has been criticized for turning those close to her into a cult-like place, with her strict decrees and harsh punishments.

Mercyheart is no actress. She has a range of emotions from A to B, and seems to always have her back rigid and her eyes fixed, unless something has been done to arouse her anger. When Mercyheart is angered, her fury is terrible to see. She throws such fits of rage that she is completely unrecognizable.

Mercyheart is trapped by her own pride. She has worked herself into a corner in which she cannot show any other feelings she may have without admitting that she is a normal cat just like the rest of her Clan, not just a firm head of estate.

She takes great pride in her family. She has two sisters each with two sons, her pride is not spawned from love or genuine respect, but simply regard for their high rank as respected Warriors, and her late parents ranks as Warrior and Queen. Mercyheart does not fail to remind her Phase often that she is of high birth, and of a noble line.

Desired Position: WindClan Deputy
Desired Clan: Windclan
Picture of Cat (if you have one):
RP Example: It was dark inside. One might go so far as to say it was pitch black in the little hovel. The darkness, however, was pierced by a pair of reflective blue eyes. If you could have seen, you would have noticed that those eyes were attached to a pale furred cat. She was fluid in stillness, yet her posture was fixed, as if she had been sitting still for a long time, and would continue to do so for hours more. For some unfathomable reason, they called her Mercyheart. She prided herself in being a strong Deputy of the WindClan, and she held her position with an iron fist, or rather, paw. Her expression was in the dark, but if it could have been seen, it was an unmistakable look of determination.

She muttered to herself quietly, she would not be overheard, it was night and if her cats new what was good for them, they'd be asleep. "Still a new Deputy, oh yes...still untrusted, not for long, I say.." Her mutterings could be mistaken for madness, but truly, Mercyheart's head was clearer than it had been in weeks. Her struggle for power had been difficult, and at times Mercyheart had been sure it would fail. If that was not enough to make a sharp mind snap than what was? For Mercyheart's part, she felt light as air. As if without knowing it, she had been carrying a heavy load, but now the load was gone, now she could fly.

"So what first?!" Mercyheart yelled so loudly the sound reverberated off the walls for a few seconds. Mercyheart quieted for a moment, recoiling back into her nest that had been set for her. She did not want any one to awake. After she had ascertained that she had not disturbed anyone she continued with her frantic musings. She would need to be sure of her power, and sure of her cats loyalty. To be feared was never enough. If they listened to her, the WindClan would be great. A bit of a hysterical chuckle escaped her lips. Maybe her mind was a bit...cracked, never mind, she was still going to go down in history, as the greatest Deputy. Mercyheart nodded once. She needed to keep a level head, an easy task for her, and show her strength. Then she would be untouchable.

Clan History: Mercyheart was born a bouncy and vivacious kit, and seemed likely to remain so. She had a normal kit-hood, and apprentice-hood. She was brilliant and charismatic, everyone liked her. Senior Warriors said she was special, Queens said she was beautiful and Mercyheart, then Mercypaw, figured that life was going to be great.

Great it was, great and terrible. Slowly Mercyheart began to see that life was not what she had been told, and slowly, slowly, her mind began to grasp that if she wanted to be a high-flier than she would have to freeze herself. Forget emotions, put on a game face. This was how the bouncy apprentice, upon the day of her warriors ceremony, had already sealed herself away into steely determination.

Mercyheart battled through the ranks of her clan savagely, figuratively speaking. She went out of her way to bring in more prey, kill more rival warriors, protect her clan with the devotion of a lover, and the reverence of a monk. Soon the leader noticed her, and realized her strength. Therefore she was made deputy pf WindClan, a position which she is immensely proud of, and likely to hold onto with her dying breath.

[Strawberryfur]

I guess its accepected....Rosestar will have to agree and so will leafstar

[Leafstar]

you are accepted. Welcome to WindClan!