character profiles

About

Skittish and wary, Rose heralds from the far north. Built to withstand the biting chill of the true winter, her fur is thick and build large. Despite her intimidating size, Rose was reared in a land where she was prey as often as predator, and acts according, treating everything and everyone as a threat until proved otherwise.

Personality

Rose is alone, abandoned by the gods of her homeland, and she knows it. Deep down, all she wants is security and stability, what was stolen from her months ago and what she still desperately longs for. She’s cautious, careful, wary, empathetic until it puts her at serious risk. Rose, in essence, is a contradiction, her actions always motivated by self-preservation and yet willing to work herself to the bone, if only it’d give her a family again. You’ll never meet a more cautious cat, and yet, for someone she trusted, she would throw herself between them and the wolves.

Is it really too much to ask for someone to trust?

Appearance

Rose is descended from Norwegian Forest Cats, and has the bulk and fur to prove it. Her pelt is silvery, patched with white and dark, thick enough to keep out the snow. She keeps her head down, blue eyes fixed on the ground, and lets her long feathery tail drag along the earth. Her walk is careful, cautious, wary, undermining her intimidating silhouette.

History

With life comes death.

Rose heralds from the land of the grinding ice, a distant, bleak, frozen place full of danger. Wolves, bears, even great whales that could shatter the ice like flower petals were common dangers, and yet the worst of all was the sheer cold. It was here that Rose was born, in midwinter, one of a litter of three given life at the cost of their mother’s. Theirs was a small colony, only about twenty cats, and yet they made do. She learned to hunt, to track, and most importantly, to win without fighting. Her father, Tempest, taught her the importance of the thin line between predator and prey, and how easily it could be crossed. Never engage without a reason, he would say, and a mighty good one at that.

Life was good. And then came the long hollow days, when prey was scarcer than eagle teeth. Rose learned to eat worms then, grubs, the maggots that lived in rotten bark. They were weak when another colony fell upon them, one much greater, and driven to the extremes of desperation by hunger.

Rose was fortunate to escape with her life.

From hence, she traveled ever-southwards, learning how to use humans to her advantage as her father had taught her to scavenge from the very wolves. Her gods have left her, she is sure, for turning her back and fleeing; ever the path of a coward’s, hers.

Maybe the forest can be a fresh start?

The first cats Rose happened upon went by the names of Brackenwing and Whisperear, their territory an abandoned barn. They showed her kindness to an almost unprecedented extent, allowing Rose to use the barn as a sort of base of operations, if you will. She also met two rogues, Ajex and Bird, both of which only strengthened her distrust toward other cats.

While traversing the territories at night, Rose strayed onto ShadowClan territory, meeting Silverhawk.