TEC App - Heather

Something else I want to join. I hope it gets accepted. The wings were a pain to draw.

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[ Info ]
Name: Heather "Heat'
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 1 year
Tribe: Carlise
Rank: Talon
Breed: Egyptian Mau
[Appearance]
Heather is quite muscular and only slightly stronger than most she-cats. She has coarse rough fur, often ending in spikes. She has a spotted pelt, accompanied with stripes. She has white socks on each paw and a thin tail. The turf of hair on her head looks like it's been dipped in ink. She has eagle like wings, that often appear ruffled in some way. She always seems to be missing some feathers, causing her flight pattern to be similar to the movement of a house fly.
[ Personality ]
Heather is known for her sarcastic strong attitude. Unlike most she-cats, who are elegant and graceful, Heather is almost the exact opposite. She loves to get dirty instead of spending time smoothing her fur or such. She loves flying around, avoiding objects as she glides. She is prone to overconfidence and often gets herself hurt, although most of them she never really cares. She is psychically slightly stronger than most she-cats, but Heather can be gentle at times too. She is affectionate to those who are at a younger age and will always protect those who are weaker than her. Her nickname is Heat for a reason. She has a very outburst temper and is not afraid to state her mind. Heather is often disrespectful to those at a higher rank or age, often out of jealously and lack of discipline. She often breaks rules, causing trouble wherever she goes. She claims that her friends were the clouds and they always listened to her and played with her, something that her family never did for her. During battle, she can be very fierce and vicious, often being impulsive at the same time. She often gets hurt by her own attempts at attack, causing rage. She loves to taunt her enemies, to anger them, playing on their anger as if it was a toy. She feels lonely, but she claims that the clouds were always there for her. She also is aware of others emotions, rather than her own. She is also known as Sparka, by a few people because of her sparky personality. She loves adventure and hopes to leave someday to start her own story, instead of the Carlise telling her how to grow up.
[ Brief Back Story]
Heather was born and raised by a single mother. Her mother never paid attention to her, instead, paying attention to her little brother. Both of her family members acted sometimes like she didn't exist. Even her own mother, would forget her daughters name. Heather craved for attention, doing things that would cause trouble, and sometimes death for other cats, to get her mother's attention. Without the attention from her mother, Heather didn't have any discipline or lack of responsibility. Heather eventually didn't mind, she eventually forgot to care that her parent and her sibling didn't really no her. They talked to her, but they never looked at her in the eyes nor did they listen to her. Heather spent time away from home, finding comfort among the sky and talked to the clouds. Heather often finds herself being bullied most of the time because of her look and personality, isolating from her even more. She joined the Carlise originally as a Pale Feather, which her mentor became a father-figure for her until he died from a plague. Heather promised her mentor that she would continue to serve the Carlise until she finds the right time to leave.

[ Relationships ]
Neutral
Friend
Good Friend
Skeptical
Fear
Respect
Jealousy
Hate

[ Roleplay Example ]
_{Carisle: Fresh Kill}
"How, boooring...." Heather added around the area, sniffing the air for any sign of prey. Heather was bored, and she didn't find this very exciting. She hoped for something more cool, like fight a dog or something. Anything but hunting mice and rabbits. She used her wings to shield her head from the sun. "Stupid sun." thought Heather. She was picked up an exciting smell. She saw a large rabbit. It had strong hind paws and an evil look in his eyes that seem to taunt, "Can't catch me." Heather felt her paws itch for something to fight. She flapped her wings and she was picked up by the air and soaring in a circle around the rabbit. The rabbit must of sensed her presence closing in on him. Heather dived reaching her claws out, similar in what an eagle does, but more bulky and rough. She grabbed the rabbit and pushed it into the ground, cracking it's neck. The rabbit lay dead at her paws. She then carried the dead rabbit, which felt like it weighed a ton, back.

"Too easy!" she told the clouds.