Name: Zemina
Age: 4 Years
Gender: Female
Personality: She is quite bland, for she has been mostly Flatlined. If the flatline was cured she would be a happy soul. She is poetic but hides it the best she can.
Clan: Rakuzan or the Lion's Eye
Stone of Clan: Amber-Eye of Lion
Crush: A long dead cat she can't remember
Relationships: N/A
Description: Like picture but with glazed eyes
Bio: Zemina... Once a bright little kitten trotting behind her mother and the rest of a group of close family and friends. Zemina was an immigrant. Her group had heard of a kingdom is development. They had hoped to get rich houses and great friends within it.The traveling cats had misjudged the rumors, they slipped into the domain of the Amber Lion.
Upon meeting a patrol of soldiers dressed in fine armor they gave them gifts of greeting and friendship. When they were questioned of their origins, the group answered and told of their former home. By then Zemina was a young adult and stood beside her beloved. She had once a different name. When the gang of fighters heard they weren't from here they tried to conquer them and charred them with powerful fire. Zemina fought over the charred remains of her beloved.
The Queen was called to settle a slight disturbance. Impressed by the strange cat's tactics Queen Mau decided that a tactical mind would be a valuable edition to a powerful army. Zemina dodged behind a fallen oak to shield herself from the fire bursts and attack whenever her claws found their targets. But soon she was captured and Flatlined, but not entirely. She has traces of her past still lingering in her mind.
Oh Zemina, Zemina,
You are a tyrant of armies,
why you not remember us?
Oh Zemina, Zemina,
you hold us within you, beyond the power of the stone,
Resist it!
No! I mustn't! 'They' will find you in me!
I'll be thrown to the slaves and live as long as I last in pain.
Oh Zemina, Zemina!
I cry beyond my glazed eyes!
For what I once was is gone.
I hold a different song,
different than the stomp stomp stomp of Rakuzan!
It is that of rustling grain.
The soft, white, pure, pelt of someone now forgotten.
Different than my sooty pelt!
Though why I cry?
Oh Zemina, Zemina! Thou' heart can't decide!
-Zemina
Can Zemina be a general or a high military rank? If not it's okay.