Aisha's Creation :D

Cat Name: Aisha

Tom or She-Cat: She-cat

Favorite Warriors Character(s): umm... after all of the development through the entire series including the super editions, I have lost faith in almost every character... except Littlecloud and Cinderpelt.

Familiarity with the series: too well

Appearance: see picture above.

Personality: Aisha is usually a very quiet cat. She has been a loner all of her life and so she hasn't had a whole lot of companionship. Because of this, she doesn't really have very good social skills and she doesn't trust strangers very easily. She always seems to be grumpy, or at least cynical, and pretty snappy, but when you finally get to know her... well, no one really knows because she hasn't really grown close to anyone else. She is tough for her size and will challenge anyone that gets in her way whether it be with words or with claws.

Origins: Mom was loner, dad was kittypet

Clan: N/A

RP Sample: It seemed a little quiet and dark, but that was just the way that Aisha liked it. She didn't want to attract attention. She had been practicing for moons to be sly and sneaky so that she could catch her own food. It was tiresome to be run out of places without anything in her belly and she was tired of not being able to hunt for herself very much. She was just sitting on the border between Windclan and the Abandoned Barn as she stalked what looked to be some kind of prey. Even if it wasn't something she could eat, she was hungry enough to try. The blasted Windclan. It was so annoying trying to deal with those wild cats. Even if it was 'their' territory, she should have some rights to hunt there. It was, after all, pretty much right next to the barn. When she finally caught the scent of what it was, she hungrily dropped into a crouch, trying as much as she could not to make a sound. It looked like a really really fat mouse. It almost made her mouth water. Poor thing must have come out of the barn. Well, it made her day! Instantly she leaped on the small furry animal and killed it with a quick bite to the neck before another scent overwhelmed her. Fox dung, it was a patrol. Keeping her eyes and ears wide open, she took her prize and darted off into the darkness only making it to her home in the light of the moon.

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