Serpent|''Can't you hear their hissing?! They're coming...''

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{Name}: Snowkit | Snakekit | Snakepaw | Snakewhisper | Serpent.
{Nicknames}: You can give her nicknames oocly or in rp. <3
{Gender}: She-cat. | Lorelai.
{Age}: Around 23 moons.
{Breed}: Tortie, mixed with Turkish Angora.

{Physical Health}: 96%
{Mental Health}: 34 %
{Physical Injuries}: None.
{Mental illness}: Mentally unstable.
{Physical illness}: None.
{Past traumas}: A few. (Read History)
{Scars}: Not any visible ones.

{Birth Place}: An abandoned snake nest.
{Birth Clan}: FoxClan.
{Bloodline}: 100 % FoxClan.
{Birth Season}: Start of Leaf-bare.
{Current Clan}: None.
{Rank}: Kit | Apprentice | Warrior | Deputy | Rogue | Queen | Elder | Leader.
{Mentor}: Lionsnarl.
{Other Instructors}: None.
{Apprentices}: None.

{Body Structure}: She holds both an average height and weight. Can be considered thin by few.
{Pelt length and texture}: Medium length-ed fur. Soft, glossy, and impressive. Usually well-groomed.
{Pelt Color}: A mixture of white, back, and ginger.
{Eye Color}: Heterochromia | One golden eye, one blue blue.
{Tail}: Longer than average | Plume-like.
{Nose and Pads}: Light pink.



 

Major Trait(s):


Dark ''The mind is easy to corrupt. But the soul easy to devour.''
Due to her past and the things she experienced in her life, Serpent now follows this path. She tends to be dark, and hardly approachable, by strangers. Her mind is surrounded by a thick fog, that keeps getting bigger and thicker everyday. The state she is now, can be a little angel to the state she might have, after a few years.

Open-minder ''Different? I like how this sounds...''
Her state of mind might as well be the one it is, she will gladly embrace the different. The one thing she will not stand for though, is someone to attempt and change her mind about her own mother, or those filthy creatures called 'snakes'.

Frightened/Slightly insane ''They're here! All around me! Ahahahahahaha! Can't you hear them hissing?"
 She is afraid of snakes. Her past experiences, that lead her having this state of mind. She believes she hears them hissing beside her, or see their bodies slither around her own. This in combination with her past is slowly driving her insane.

Sassy ''You little piece of fox-dung..''
Her vocabulary when she so wishes, can be rather colorful. She will remain coldly polite to strangers, yet when provoked, she may snap in all of sudden.



Minor Trait(s):

Loving ''I love you.''
Serpent? A loving cat? As strange as it sounds, Serpent will hold a lot of love to the ones that gotten under her tough skin.

Totally Insane ''AHAHAHAHA! What!?!? The snakes will ki- oh they're already here! AHAHAHA!''
She, sometimes, has some crisis. During one of those, she will be totally insane. Her words will not make any sense, the words sometimes are not even put in right sentences. She then is not able to control herself. Some cats do believe there is something sinister behind this comportment.









} C H A P T E R   I {

''My baby... My beautiful princess. Snowkit.''

    Surely you must be wondering what could be so interesting about the past of this she-cat? Interesting. Such a double sided word. A word holding two meanings at the same time. Either you are really intrigued to find out about her story, or you just want to hear the gossip before anyone else can. An interesting past. But was it really? I will let you be the judge of that.
    Her family. Her mother, a Calico she-cat with great nobility and charm that would catch anyone offhandedly with her diplomatic and manipulative ways. Her father, a Turkish Angora, painted after the palest of colors of the winter pallet. A handsome tom-cat, that would always stand for his beliefs and loved ones. Loyal. Brave.Cunning. Ready to put his life to the front line, for anyone he cared about. And he did protect them with his last breath. As much unlikely, for a cat can be, he was not only well-known for his noble background (not that it mattered a lot to Clan cats), but also for his honorable-like personality. To bring honor to his family, he did everything. Fight. Make amends. Create enemies. The one thing he did not do, was to kill. For this would not be honor, but disgrace. He used to avoid or even despise anything that would not bring him that, or anything that would take this away from him. Thus, maybe this was his biggest, both flaw and weakness. For it is never good only to think, of what the others may think of you... Because sometime, somewhere, somehow, you will disapoint everyone. This simply is the way things are done.
    Redwhisker on the other hand, did not care about the others' opinions at all. She was a tough, yet gentle creature, and that is why her mate, Whitepelt, would not allow her to give birth within the camp grounds. Being raised as a kittypet of a great family, and then becoming a loner, he did not wish for his kin to be born surrounded by Clan cats. And despite the she-cat's refusals at first, she surrendered, and gave birth within a small nest in the forest.

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    All started a stormy night of leaf-bare..

    A white mass of fur, could be spotted, pacing up and down anxiously. The large paws of his, creating paw prints on the snow-covered terrain. The trees all around, naked from all of their Leaf-fall costumes, just to wear the winter's alabaster one. And Whitepelt's fur, matching his surroundings just perfect. He had been pacing up and down, for what it seemed an eternity, while his Queen, was inside an abandoned snake nest. Probably a big one, considering the size of the small underground cave. The large tom-cat was incapable, not only to pick up scents, but his nervousness had also blocked the sounds' path to his hearing organs. 'Why is it taking so long?', 'Is she alright?', 'Should I get help?' The thoughts in his mind were raging slowly and steadily, creating a strong hurricane of worry, and anxiety. And yet, he could do nothing to help her, nor relief her pan. He could only wait.

    So he waited.

    He never actually thought his life would ever take this turn. Indeed it was something much unexpected. He a born kittypet far away to France, and then a rogue, once the twolegs that owned him, decided to move to the country he was now, and abandon him. He never thought that he would find content and delight in being a forest cat. Nor did he ever imagine he would meet a precious cat to his heart, that now was to give birth to his litter. He so wished for a son of his own. A son that would bring honor and greatness to his family. A son he would be ever sso proud to call his. His conceptions of what is right and wrong, strong and weak, were different than those of the other cats. At some point at least. Over cleverness and brute strength, he would normally choose the second option. And that was mostly why he wanted a son of his own. And now he was going to get it.
    The tom-cat's tail, was lashing in quick manner from side to side. A few whimpers made their way to his ears, pushing themselves in, through the anxiosity that was blocking their way. Whitepelt's ears flickered a couple of times, and automatically like he had no control over his own body, he would quicken his pace. Involuntarily a faint growl escaped his throat. How could he just stand there, doing nothing, while she was in pain?
    His precious mate. Such an impressive little kitten he got there. Always proud to walk around with her. Sometimes even bragging about her in secret to both his clan-mates and others. All of it out of love of course. He still remembered the day he met her very clearly. He had fell into her, with the two running down a hill. He asked to help her, but she - oh so angrily - had hissed back at him, and after, without even accepting his apologies, she walked away holding her tail up to the air proudly. The memory of her fluffy tail being lifted up high to the air proudly as she walked away, was still enough to make shivers run down his spine. A faint laugh emit from his maw, dissolving just slightly the raging thoughts in his mind.

''Whitepelt? Are you still out there?'' A - oh so sweet- voice called him bringing him back to reality from the abyss of memories. The tom shook his head clear and perked up his ears.

''Oui mon amour. I am here. Are you alright?'' He did not make a move towards the abandoned den. He was way too nervous to do so.

''Good. There's someone that wants to meet you..'' Redwhisker's voice replied sweetly. Whitepelt's optics lit up at her words. Finally. He jolted forward quickly, and his paws battled against the frozen, white, that was not at all helping his movements. Yet he did not care at all. He entered the serpent's den quickly, yet with much effort, only to meet the familiar figure of his mate curled around something small. So small.

''Where is he? Ou est-il?'' He asked flickering his tail impatiently. Redwhisker would hold back a small giggle that was about to erupt.

''Oh you mean where is SHE..'' she corrected him, with her eerie and soft voice, filling the whole nest. Her head bent over to the small creature close to her belly, rubbing her nose into its tiny body.

She?

The tom's ears dropped slightly when she corrected him. A daughter? He did not see this coming.

    Redwhisker noticed her mate's, well, disappointment and hissed angrily, with her ears being pushed back in both discomfort and annoyance. ''Oh don't you dare put the blame on the child. It is not her fault that she was not born a male. Look at her.'' She meowed angrily, with her ginger tail warping more tightly around herself and the tiny creature protectively. Whitepelt hesitated for a few moments. She was right, as always, but still...

''A daughter is worthy more than 20 sons Whitepelt..'' She added proudly. How could she be so proud over a daughter. Females had zero strength...

 ''Oh I know what you're thinking White! Just remember the day I had to save your fluffy butt. Come on now, come see her.'' She pronounced, with her voice soften now. And Whitepelt nervously took a few steps forward. He bent his head forward to take a peek of the small creature breathing in his mate's fur.
    And then he fell in love. She was so tiny, so delicate, so, so fragile. The hint of a pelt she had, matching both his, and Redwhisker's pelt perfectly. Well, mostly his on the side of her small back. Not he could actually say, just from the hint of his daughter upcoming fur. Her eyes, closed were giving her suck cute and adorable looks. She was beautiful. He moved his head closer to hers, so they were a few inches away from touching. Even if the cub was overwhelmed by all those new sensations, she seemed to understand someone important was close to her. She titled her tiny head up, sniffing the air. Her eyes were still closed so she was not able to see the face of her sire. But that did not stop her. She titled her head up higher, desperate for something to touch, and she did found something. Her tiny nose met the bigger one of her father.
    He was stunned, too stunned to move. He wanted to step back, yet he couldn't. All he did was to stare to this tiny fluff ball that stole his heart away. After a few moments the little one would return back to the warmth of Redwhisker's fur, purring. How could such a loud noise come from such a tiny creature? All he did was to stare at them both. His mate and daughter.

Redwhisker was right once again. A daughter is worthy more than 20 sons...

    Whitepelt smiled proudly and placed himself close to his two loved ones, purring. He snuggled up to them, attempting to keep them warm. Everything was going to be different and he was utterly excited about the turn his life had taken. And he knew how he would name her...

Snowkit.

} C H A P T E R  I I {
''A father's love for his daughter is a bond that shall never be broken. No matter the circumstances.''

    The sun glew faintly in the deepest parts of the horizon. Silverpelt, was still much visible in this, so called, twilight. Even when in fact, a ever so plae sky blue color began to paint the night sky, with the aid of the sun's rays. The whole forest, was silent. Yet, now, someone could easily detect the faint sounds of bird songs, that little by little, they were augmenting more and more. And of course the camp was completely silent, and in lack of the presence of cats, around the clearing and fresh kill-pile It was still, way too early for the cats to wake up yet. They had one hour or two yet of a good rest. Yet it seemed that one little fluff ball was incapable to allow the fluffy clouds of her sleep, to take her away into a land of myths and legends. Snowkit, the tiny, patched pelted she-kit, was running around exitedly. Yet for her bad lack, a Queen was chasing after her, but failing to reach her. She had took off a lot of sooner than she did. For that she was happy.

''Snowkit come back here! You're not allowed to run at the camp freely!'' She was yelling, and yelling, and repeating her words. But the small molly would simply not listen to her.

''No! Daddy promised he would take me to the North Hill! Leader agreed on it!'' She squealed excitedly once more; a sound tad bit more high pitched than she expected.
    The patched colored kitten would force her small paws to run towards the direction of the Warriors' den, where her father would probably be laying. Her still small tail, lashing from side to side in a quick manner, as she was not able to contain her enthusiasm. And of course the Queen was unable to reach her before she entered the den, with her different colored eyes traveling around, only to meet the familiar figure of her father laying in the deepest part of the den.Whitepelt's massive, white body was laying to its side in stillness, with his chest moving slightly up and down from breathing.     A daughter's first love is and will always be her father. And she did loved him dearly. And of course the feelings were mutual; Whitepelt loved his daughter so fondly. Some cats were also spreading rumors that he might loved her more than his own mate. He could not say no to his tiny devil, something that most of the times got him into trouble yet he would not stop from doing it. Of course Snowkit was very fond of her dad, always trying to please his wishes and most of the times succeeding. Her eyes lit up in content as her tail waved right and left. Her eyes, more of a serpent than a cat's were focused on the figure beside her father. Redwhisker was laying so close to him, when she was so far away. This was not fair.

{ H U G E   W I P }

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Okay, so. History will be added later! I have finished some of the chapters and they will be placed here, after I edit them! If you want to know why she acts how she does, be patient! Also, this character will not be role-played until my dear Mally finished off Serpent's preset!<3

Please DO NOT copy this character. Her tale and everything based off her persona, are made by me a long time ago on another account in FH. She is probably my favorite and most loved character, exactly because her personality can be completely unpredictable and unstable.

If you see anyone copying her History and her in general, please inform me. You may use PARTS of the story, or the main concept, ONLY with my permission. ♥ ♥ ♥

[Tiny ~ Poppy ~ Snag]

All the pretty colors <3

[Brookybrook13]

I love this bio. c: We should have her and Nidra meet. c:

Only One Problem: You can't mention other clans, (Foxclan,) because the forest have only ever belonged to the first four clans and the three current. Sorry. ;~:

Otherwise, It's a beautiful bio. <3 Can't wait to see the rest.

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Ah sure thing, when I return (no idea when this will be but heeeh;- And don't worry about dat.