Khara

KHARA

**NAME**| Khara (pronounced "car-uh")
**ROLEPLAYER**| 0Celestial Kitsune0
**STATUS**| Deceased, Inactive
**GENDER**| Female
**BREED**| ???
**VOICE**| Neutral pitched, slightly edged with silk-smooth
**THEME**| The Prophecy by Tony Anderson

**Affliation**| ???
**RANK**| Warrior Spirit
**ALIGNMENT**| Chaotic Neutral
**MENTOR**| Unknown
**APPRENTICE**| None
**PAST RANKS**| Kittypet, Apprentice
**AGE**| Lost to time
**PAST NAMES**| N/A
**NICKNAMES**| N/A

Khara's pelt has taken on a white hue, her body scars disappeared, and her nose is gray. Her eyes remain a dark green. She still has a notch in her left ear.
**PASTDESCRIPTION**
Her pelt used to have a black overcoat, and white underfur. She had a black nose, a scar on her flank, and another scar on her back. Her eyes are dark green, and a notch is in her left ear.

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Khara is a determined and stubborn cat, who tends to be loyal to one group or cat. She is willing to listen, as she has a lot spare time, although she won't necessarily change or do anything, mentally or physically, afterward. She is somewhat aggressive, so therefore quick to violence quite a bit. Usually, she's unpredictable, yet quite adventurous and likes to be progressive, for the most part.
**Positive**
-Loyal
-Determined
-Listener
**Neutral**
-Stubborn
-Adventurous
-Progressive
**Negative**
-Quick-tempered
-Aggressive

*Format:*
**FRIEND**| amount of trust
**Dusk**| 5%"I thought he was my friend, anyway. He ran away with me, but disappeared one night. I'm not sure if he left me on purpose, or what..."

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(Below are her stats.When controlling a body, the stats change to those of who's being controlled, aside from her fighting skill, climbing, swimming, and mental stats.)

**AGILITY**
9.0/10
**STAMINA**
8.7/10
**SPEED**
9.5/10
**HUNTING**
5.2/10
**CLIMBING**
2.0/10
**STABILITY**
4.7/10
**DEFENSE**
8.6/10
**OFFENSE**
9.8/10
**SWIMMING**
5.1/10
**SOCIALIZING**
6.5/10
**HERBS**
0.2/10
**LEADERSHIP**
1.0/10

**DREAMS|**???

**LEAST FAVORITE PREY|** Vole
**LEAST FAVORITE SEASON|** Greenleaf
**LEAST FAVORITE WEATHER|** Extreme heat**LEAST FAVORITE TIME OF DAY|** Sunhigh**LEAST FAVORITE COLOR|** Bright yellow
**FEARS|**True death, Seeing family again

"Don't you understand how wrong you all are?"
-Khara to her Clan
"Some might argue I was messed up in the head at birth. But really, I just have different opinions."
-Khara to Dusk

"Really?"
**Kit**
"I was born to a kittypet family. I had a single sister, who was super annoying. But she was decent, at the time. My mother told us stories or played with us most of the time, but sometimes I'd stray off, bored, and teach myself to fight. ...It wasn't as good as what the Clan taught me. One day though, when I was 7 moons old, I was taken away. I learned... dark secrets there. Like what Twolegs really were. I managed to escape at 11 moons, and wandered the terrain until a Clan took me in."
**Apprentice**
"At first, Clan life was neat. It was a relief to know that some cats hated Twolegs, too. There was only one other cat with a name that wasn't considered a Clan one, and we became fast friends. I trained hard on how to fight, but not so much hunt. I was still good at it, just not too interested. One day we ended up going to war with another Clan that had always been strong rivals with us. When the war ended, we had won and I got a warrior ceremony. I kept my name, of course. It was the only thing left of my mother."
**Warrior**
"After the war, I started taking the lives of the other Clan's members that crossed our border. I did it in secret, to prevent both Clans from clashing. But my Clan found out anyway, and they exiled me. I don't understand why, though. I tried reasoning to them: If the enemy dies out, there won't be a rivalry anymore.
"*Tsk,* idiots. They should've thanked me and followed in my paw steps. My friend got the point though, and he left with me. We stayed away from Clans. One morning though, he had disappeared. A fox scent was all that was there, but whatever happened to him doesn't make sense. I bet he just left me and tried to make it seem like a fox took him. I don't care about him anymore. I got along just great on my own.
"Eventually, I died of some sickness and had no one to cure me. I have no idea where I'd gone, but it definitely wasn't StarClan or the Dark Forest. Some other, strange realm. But I can do almost anything I want here..."
**Gaining a Host**
"I've seen a lot of cats while I was a wandering spirit, but I've never become attached to them. Literally. I didn't even know it was possible, until I ran across a large she-cat. I was starting to fade at that point, so maybe that's why.
"I was wandering around, exploring the world as much as I could now that I knew I was going to disappear. I missed walking around on earth and grass, with the occasional wind in my fur, blood splashing my muzzle. Unfortunately, since I was a spirit, most of my senses were useless in the real world. I could still feel things, but I could go directly through certain plants, objects, and all creatures (probably all, I never tested it on Twolegs, of course).
"When I began fading, it was obvious to me. I would sink a little on solid ground, as if the earth was deciding my grave. By random chance, I found a Maine Coon she-cat, one who confirmed that her breed was a Maine Coon and Siberian mix later. She had a light-gray overcoat, with white underfur and gray markings. And her legs were a dark gray, like colored Twoleg socks. Except all four of her paws were white. Her eyes were green, like mine. I took an interest in her, not because of her pelt, hell no, but because she was the only cat around in that area. I decided I'd follow her around a bit, to see if I could get a better feel of the real world.
"I was right, but wrong at the same time. I didn't feel the change, but the morning I 'woke up' and decided to leave her and explore different territory, I learned that I *couldn't.* When I tried to float away, I was zipped back to her after a few fox tail's length. At first I tried to return to the realm I'd ended up in when I died, but that didn't work in the slightest. I... may have forgotten how to do that." *Khara turned her head sharply, a scowl on her face. Then her expression and head position returned to normal, but with narrowed eyes before continuing.*
"I wondered if I needed to wait for her to wake up first, so I waited. It didn't take long, and it was a little past the morning twilight when she finally opened her eyes. I was close to the ground, nearly touching it, but still floating in a sitting position. What happened next surprised me: after her eyes focused, they widened and she jumped back in both fear and shock.
"'Who are you?!' she had hissed, her claws flexing. I glanced around behind me, but saw no one... I wondered if she could actually see me, and when she put her claws away and her fur flattened (at least, the best it could), she asked, 'Are you from StarClan?'
"'No...' I had said, testing if she could see and hear me. Her eyes flared, so I immediately added, 'Not from the Dark Forest, either.'
"I quickly said goodbye, and tried leaving her again with her green eyes following me. But like a couple hours before, I was taken back to her side. That time, however, it had hurt my head a little. *Alright, so now I'm stuck with some stranger who can perceive me. In other words, a host...*
"Suddenly, the lost feeling from before had returned, and when I glanced down at my paws, I looked like how I'd been when I first became a spirit... except the black on my pelt was still gone. I hadn't payed any mind to that, so I have no idea when or why that happened. I turned back to her.
"'Hello, my name is Khara. I am hundreds of seasons old, I believe, and now I am stuck with you.' I had said casually.
"Her mouth had opened, as if she was going to say something, but no words came out. Finally, she said, 'My name is Dreamsplash...' Hesitation. 'You know about StarClan and the Dark Forest, but your name is one of a kittypet?'
"'Yes, I used to live in a Clan.' After that sentence, I began describing my life's story, before I completely forgot it. I was stuck with her, after all. Clearly it was for forever, because my transparency had returned to normal. I began considering ways I'd be able to die, or what I'd be able to do now that I had a host. Could I posses her body? If so, what were the limitations?
"After I finished my story, I had fallen into deep thought and without thinking, tried to take control of her body. It worked! For a couple heartbeats, I was in a large body, the ground cool and solid underneath my paws, a slight breeze rustling my ears. In front of me, was the cat's body I was in, but looking more like a spirit. I didn't get to bask or observe for long, however, because Dreamsplash pushed me out instantly. Then, I could feel invisible barriers around her for a second, before they pulsed out of existence. I had a feeling that I could no longer take possession of her body like that; I'd need her to be willing, or for my determination to be stronger. Not like I wanted to. Especially when I barely knew her. I would regret that later though, when I discovered how weak she was.
"She gave me a wordless glare, before she stood began walking away. I could now sense her every movement before it happened, but at that time I was unable to react fast enough. Back then, I was nearly dragged around her but with practice, I was floating near her as she moved, whether it was running or walking. At night, I would 'sleep' which I never thought I was able to do anymore. It wasn't much of real slumber, as I could still sense what was happening in the real world while off in my 'dreams.'
"Anyway, on that first day, she began telling her own, but very detailed, life story as she was walking. At the end of it, I already figured out most of her personality. That day began my new life, in which I was saved from fading out of existence in this world. I was unsure if it was a curse or a blessing at the time, but now I don't care. Through this one she-cat, I can begin influencing a new era. If she stumbled across a group, she could help others understand what I know through my guidance. I also figured I could guide her into killing those who attacked her first, but unfortunately, she could never manage it.
"I figured I'd have enough time to train her to be a killer before she found some sort of group, but I was wrong. She was stubborn and standing strong by the time we found CarnationClan..."

**Format by Lilted Liability**