Post by snowpetal on Jul 19, 2009 22:07:39 GMT -5
Name: Snowpetal
Gender: She-cat
Age: 31 moons
Clan: TealClan
Rank: warrior
Appearance:
The sun dappled the TealClan territory as a gorgeous tabby danced into the clearing. Sparrows sang above her in melody that could compare to the beautiful she-cat on the forest floor. Besides the birds, there was a plethora of sounds to be heard. The she-cat twitched her long silver ears, picking up the sounds of a stream babbling nearby. A green fish, as shiny and luminescent as the eyes of the cat, splashed through the shallow water, trying to find its' way back home.
The she-cat padded, as silently as the wind, toward the stream. She seemed to dance as her long, graceful limbs hit the forest floor. But she didn't have the body of a dancer; she was largely built and muscular, not lithe and small. The stream paused in a small pool off to the side of it's normal course, and the cat sat down near it, flicking her flume of a white tail and laying it across her paws. Looking into the water, she spied her reflection gazing back at her. Her face was wide, but at the same time, beautiful. The image that reminds one of a fleur de liz rests on her forehead. White whiskers fly out of her muzzle like icicles. Her nose is as pink as a sunset, with white fur plummeting from her entire muzzle. White as pure as snow surround stunning green and gray eyes, which show her knowledge as a Clan cat. Black stripes cover her face in crossing patterns without a reason.
Her whole pelt is striped with these black lines, except for her legs. Her appendages are a soft white and gray color, and rise up to her body like socks. She has long, fluffy fur that is somehow never tangled with twigs or burrs from the forest. Around her neck is a mane-like collection of white fur, that billows around her face, making her look somewhat like a lion.
Flumes of black and silver fur come out from behind her legs, which lead down to giant paws. They spread wide and embrace the forest floor with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
She stands up abruptly, and tilts her head toward the sky, scenting the air with her mouth wide open. A row of glistening teeth are exposed, shining in the sunlight. Suddenly, the she-cat saunters off toward the prey she has scented, crouched low to the ground and totally silent.
Strengths: fighting, hunting
Weaknesses: listening
Personality:
Snowpetal is an easy-going TealClan cat that doesn't really understand her full potential. She realizes that she is in a very driven Clan, but feels like she almost doesn't belong. In her Clan, she is very exuberant and likes to be the center of everybody's mind. She is loud, but at the same time, silent. It depends on how she is feeling that day to determine her mood.
:Good Day:
On an exceptional day, Snowpetal is a go with the flow type of cat. She does whatever everybody else wants to do, and doesn't really speak up about anything. She is in a very happy mood, and isn't annoyed easily. She is sociable, and volunteers to go on patrols and hunts without being asked in advance. This is how Snowpetal behaves most of the time, but when something goes wrong in her Clan, she is a totally different cat.
:Bad Day:
On a bad day, Snowpetal is not a cat anyone would want to be around. She hisses at the thought of any happiness, and isn't very sociable around anyone. She becomes extremely stressed out and nervous that everything is going to go horribly. Most of the time, Snowpetal is not stressed out at all, and it only happens in the worst case scenario.
Likes: fighting, talking, going on patrols, eating, hunting
Dislikes: stress, heights, humiliation, bad days, anger
History:
Snowkit was born on a rugged night in the middle of leaf-bare. she wasn't alone, for her brother, Boltkit, sat beside her in the moonlight. Her mother was Grasswhisker, a loyal she-cat of TealClan, as well as her father, Adderpelt. Snowkit's father was never really involved in the raising of his kits, and left Grasswhisker to care for them in the nursery without him. Snowkit never really knew the difference, and didn't care if her father was there or not. It was his choice if he didn't like her mother or not, and she couldn't change that. Grasswhisker loved both of her kits and cared for them with love. Boltkit was not the smartest kit of the bunch, and was always running out of the nursery and getting into trouble. on the other hand, Snowkit was always the quiet kit that was barely noticed by any of the warriors in the camp.
Becoming Snowpaw was a big step for little Snowkit. She didn't feel ready to become an apprentice, but of course it had to happen some time. She couldn't stay a kit forever. Grasswhisker had to practically drag her by the scruff of the neck from the nursery to get her apprentice name and mentor. She was appointed the mentor of Condorwing, who was excellent at teaching, but didn't understand how delicate and needy little Snowpaw was. Boltpaw blossomed under his mentor, Redtail, and it became a constant competition to pronounce who was the best apprentice. Snowpaw tried to back off of Boltpaw's training, but her brother was always going to Snowpaw for help since he never understood anything. They went through everything together, and couldn't separate no matter how much they tried. Snowpaw eventually built her way up to being a full warrior, even though she felt she wasn't ready again. Nothing she ever did felt like she had fully experienced and finished it. Boltpaw was the opposite of this, and was always encouraging Snowpaw that she had what it took to be a full TealClan warrior.
Snowpaw received the warrior name Snowpetal for her calm and kind personality that reminded one of the soft and dainty flower petal. She took pride in the name, but envied Boltpaw's new name Boltheart. She felt that heart would be a better suffix to her name, but she didn't complain. It wasn't worth it. She went through each day with just the movements, and no heart in what she did. She didn't have the passion that her Clanmates had for each other to push her through the day. Still, she got by just fine, until Snowpetal had to fight in a small border skirmish with RavineClan. It wasn't a big battle or anything, but she still got a big kick of self-esteem as TealClan won the battle. She felt like she had actually accomplished something in her life. This pushed her through each day with happiness from then on, and realized that life was to be lived, and not to be pushed aside like she had been doing before.
Other: n/a
Roleplay Example:
dainty paws padded tirelessly through the woods. flintsong knew that she was near the river, but was too lazy to approach it. she just kept going, one paw at a time, toward the scent of one of her clanmates. the sun was shining down without ceasing toward the forest below in lengthy rays of heat. it burned through the she-cat's pelt and heated her skin. she tried to shake it off, but of course, nothing ever happened the way she wanted it to. flintsong rolled her eyes out of usual habit, and trotted towards the flowing water down the ravine.
mud lined the ravine, and flitsong made a face that showed her true feelings for the stuff. it was a bit like a scoff and like she smelled something bad combined. it wasn't the most attractive face she had ever made. deciding to ignore the watery mud along the river, she padded aside it to find a crossing area. across the barrier she could see some fish flopping around in the water, and it would make her day a bit better to have some food in her stomach. along the mud that lined the water, a small tree had fallen over and had left some bark on top of the mud. flintsong laughed at her find, and trotted over the wood, keeping her paws clean and free of mud.
flintsong breathed in deeply, trying to see if any voles or any other creatures hid near the area, and was surprised to scent the clean smell of a riverclan she-cat. she recognized the scent as rainheart. she had never been that close with the she-cat, but she could'nt just ignore her now. rainheart probably smelled her too. padding over to her, flintsong peered at her clanmate through the reeds, and found her looking down at the mud. rainheart supposedly had the dark substance around her paws. flintsong couldn't control herself, for she knew how much the she-cat hated getting her paws dirty. flintsong trotted out of her hiding place, safely on the opposite side of the mud near the river. her tail dipped into the water and swished back and forth, making ripples along the clear surface.
flintsong let out a low chuckle. she had always found pleasure in meetings like this. "Greetings, Rainheart. It seems that you have yourself in a sticky situation there!" flintsong laughed at her own little joke, and sat down on the bank of the water. she was always so sarcastic, and almost felt bad for rainheart that flintsong had been the one to find her in the mud.
--from By Moonlight as Flintsong.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 31 moons
Clan: TealClan
Rank: warrior
Appearance:
The sun dappled the TealClan territory as a gorgeous tabby danced into the clearing. Sparrows sang above her in melody that could compare to the beautiful she-cat on the forest floor. Besides the birds, there was a plethora of sounds to be heard. The she-cat twitched her long silver ears, picking up the sounds of a stream babbling nearby. A green fish, as shiny and luminescent as the eyes of the cat, splashed through the shallow water, trying to find its' way back home.
The she-cat padded, as silently as the wind, toward the stream. She seemed to dance as her long, graceful limbs hit the forest floor. But she didn't have the body of a dancer; she was largely built and muscular, not lithe and small. The stream paused in a small pool off to the side of it's normal course, and the cat sat down near it, flicking her flume of a white tail and laying it across her paws. Looking into the water, she spied her reflection gazing back at her. Her face was wide, but at the same time, beautiful. The image that reminds one of a fleur de liz rests on her forehead. White whiskers fly out of her muzzle like icicles. Her nose is as pink as a sunset, with white fur plummeting from her entire muzzle. White as pure as snow surround stunning green and gray eyes, which show her knowledge as a Clan cat. Black stripes cover her face in crossing patterns without a reason.
Her whole pelt is striped with these black lines, except for her legs. Her appendages are a soft white and gray color, and rise up to her body like socks. She has long, fluffy fur that is somehow never tangled with twigs or burrs from the forest. Around her neck is a mane-like collection of white fur, that billows around her face, making her look somewhat like a lion.
Flumes of black and silver fur come out from behind her legs, which lead down to giant paws. They spread wide and embrace the forest floor with a sense of pride and accomplishment.
She stands up abruptly, and tilts her head toward the sky, scenting the air with her mouth wide open. A row of glistening teeth are exposed, shining in the sunlight. Suddenly, the she-cat saunters off toward the prey she has scented, crouched low to the ground and totally silent.
Strengths: fighting, hunting
Weaknesses: listening
Personality:
Snowpetal is an easy-going TealClan cat that doesn't really understand her full potential. She realizes that she is in a very driven Clan, but feels like she almost doesn't belong. In her Clan, she is very exuberant and likes to be the center of everybody's mind. She is loud, but at the same time, silent. It depends on how she is feeling that day to determine her mood.
:Good Day:
On an exceptional day, Snowpetal is a go with the flow type of cat. She does whatever everybody else wants to do, and doesn't really speak up about anything. She is in a very happy mood, and isn't annoyed easily. She is sociable, and volunteers to go on patrols and hunts without being asked in advance. This is how Snowpetal behaves most of the time, but when something goes wrong in her Clan, she is a totally different cat.
:Bad Day:
On a bad day, Snowpetal is not a cat anyone would want to be around. She hisses at the thought of any happiness, and isn't very sociable around anyone. She becomes extremely stressed out and nervous that everything is going to go horribly. Most of the time, Snowpetal is not stressed out at all, and it only happens in the worst case scenario.
Likes: fighting, talking, going on patrols, eating, hunting
Dislikes: stress, heights, humiliation, bad days, anger
History:
Snowkit was born on a rugged night in the middle of leaf-bare. she wasn't alone, for her brother, Boltkit, sat beside her in the moonlight. Her mother was Grasswhisker, a loyal she-cat of TealClan, as well as her father, Adderpelt. Snowkit's father was never really involved in the raising of his kits, and left Grasswhisker to care for them in the nursery without him. Snowkit never really knew the difference, and didn't care if her father was there or not. It was his choice if he didn't like her mother or not, and she couldn't change that. Grasswhisker loved both of her kits and cared for them with love. Boltkit was not the smartest kit of the bunch, and was always running out of the nursery and getting into trouble. on the other hand, Snowkit was always the quiet kit that was barely noticed by any of the warriors in the camp.
Becoming Snowpaw was a big step for little Snowkit. She didn't feel ready to become an apprentice, but of course it had to happen some time. She couldn't stay a kit forever. Grasswhisker had to practically drag her by the scruff of the neck from the nursery to get her apprentice name and mentor. She was appointed the mentor of Condorwing, who was excellent at teaching, but didn't understand how delicate and needy little Snowpaw was. Boltpaw blossomed under his mentor, Redtail, and it became a constant competition to pronounce who was the best apprentice. Snowpaw tried to back off of Boltpaw's training, but her brother was always going to Snowpaw for help since he never understood anything. They went through everything together, and couldn't separate no matter how much they tried. Snowpaw eventually built her way up to being a full warrior, even though she felt she wasn't ready again. Nothing she ever did felt like she had fully experienced and finished it. Boltpaw was the opposite of this, and was always encouraging Snowpaw that she had what it took to be a full TealClan warrior.
Snowpaw received the warrior name Snowpetal for her calm and kind personality that reminded one of the soft and dainty flower petal. She took pride in the name, but envied Boltpaw's new name Boltheart. She felt that heart would be a better suffix to her name, but she didn't complain. It wasn't worth it. She went through each day with just the movements, and no heart in what she did. She didn't have the passion that her Clanmates had for each other to push her through the day. Still, she got by just fine, until Snowpetal had to fight in a small border skirmish with RavineClan. It wasn't a big battle or anything, but she still got a big kick of self-esteem as TealClan won the battle. She felt like she had actually accomplished something in her life. This pushed her through each day with happiness from then on, and realized that life was to be lived, and not to be pushed aside like she had been doing before.
Other: n/a
Roleplay Example:
dainty paws padded tirelessly through the woods. flintsong knew that she was near the river, but was too lazy to approach it. she just kept going, one paw at a time, toward the scent of one of her clanmates. the sun was shining down without ceasing toward the forest below in lengthy rays of heat. it burned through the she-cat's pelt and heated her skin. she tried to shake it off, but of course, nothing ever happened the way she wanted it to. flintsong rolled her eyes out of usual habit, and trotted towards the flowing water down the ravine.
mud lined the ravine, and flitsong made a face that showed her true feelings for the stuff. it was a bit like a scoff and like she smelled something bad combined. it wasn't the most attractive face she had ever made. deciding to ignore the watery mud along the river, she padded aside it to find a crossing area. across the barrier she could see some fish flopping around in the water, and it would make her day a bit better to have some food in her stomach. along the mud that lined the water, a small tree had fallen over and had left some bark on top of the mud. flintsong laughed at her find, and trotted over the wood, keeping her paws clean and free of mud.
flintsong breathed in deeply, trying to see if any voles or any other creatures hid near the area, and was surprised to scent the clean smell of a riverclan she-cat. she recognized the scent as rainheart. she had never been that close with the she-cat, but she could'nt just ignore her now. rainheart probably smelled her too. padding over to her, flintsong peered at her clanmate through the reeds, and found her looking down at the mud. rainheart supposedly had the dark substance around her paws. flintsong couldn't control herself, for she knew how much the she-cat hated getting her paws dirty. flintsong trotted out of her hiding place, safely on the opposite side of the mud near the river. her tail dipped into the water and swished back and forth, making ripples along the clear surface.
flintsong let out a low chuckle. she had always found pleasure in meetings like this. "Greetings, Rainheart. It seems that you have yourself in a sticky situation there!" flintsong laughed at her own little joke, and sat down on the bank of the water. she was always so sarcastic, and almost felt bad for rainheart that flintsong had been the one to find her in the mud.
--from By Moonlight as Flintsong.
