Post by ♰Fickle♰ on Nov 26, 2008 23:39:24 GMT -5
Name: Solarpaw
Age: 10 moons
Clan: Wind
ShortDescription: A pretty long haired pale yellow she-cat with ocean blue eyes.
Description(Full): Solarpaw is a very pretty tabby she-cat. Her fur is fairly long, and it always seems to have dirt or something on it. Her eyes are ocean blue and always seem to be filled with curiousity. She has fairly big paws for a she-cat and she's more muscular than most she-cats. Her tail is tipped with white and her paws are also white. She has no scars, and even though she usually has dirt on her pelt it is usually very sleek and shiny.
Personality: Solarpaw is a she-cat that can go from one extreme to the other faster than anything. With young kits she has a deep and loving tenderness. She seems to understand just what to say to calm the younger ones. At the same time she can be loud and boisterous. She worries alot and can often turn violent when other cats do something that annoys her. She is incredibly close to Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt and worries about them all the time. She is incredibly fascinated with two-leg stuff and she loves machinery. She is actually often seen with oil on her pelt and an acrid tinge to her scent.
History:
Solarpaw was born in WindClan, to two cats that had decided to stop being Medicine Cats. A big war happened far away and her parents went to use their former knowledge of herbs to help them. Despite the fact that they were acting merely as medical personel they were both killed when they were found helping some young warriors who had been badly wounded. They were killed by cats on their own side.
Solarpaw found it hard to cope without her mother and father nearby. She ended up being raised by her grandmother and future mentor Cornwhisker. Solarpaw's closeness to Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt started when she found of the brother's troubled past. The group became fast friend's but with the way Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt act it often leaves Solarpaw feeling lost and worried at the sidelines.
Cornwhisker was just killed, as in she hasn't even been brought back to camp yet.
RolePlayExample:
She was back to back with Cornwhisker. Her grandmother was bleeding badly from a neck injury while Solarpaw carried no battle wounds. She felt her stomach twist as she watched her mentor. The she-cat was breathing heavily, "What...what happened Granny?"
"Rogues..." panted Cornwhisker. The she-cat lay down and shut her eyes. Solarpaw felt a wave of panic, "Don't worry dear, I chased them off."
I'm so stupid! I should have never ever let her on her own. She should be in the elders den, not fighting rogues single-pawed. Solarpaw leaned down. She smiled at her grandmother, "Granny, it's all right. Let's go to camp and check those wounds." Solarpaw nudged her grandmother but the she-cat did not move. A chill snaked it's way down her spine, "Granny?" She nudged her, harder now. No movement. She wasn't breathing, "Cornwhisker! Wake up!" She screeched.
She screamed in heartbreak. She fell to the ground in a heap of sobbing pale fur. "Granny...you were...you've died. No...not you..." She felt as if the world had fallen all to pieces.
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Name: Kindredspirit
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Wind
ShortDescription: A dark ginger tabby she-cat with soft yellow eyes
Description(Full): Kindredspirit is a long she-cat with dark ginger fur. Her eyes are a pretty shade of yellow. Her paws are small, but her legs are long. Her tail is very long as well, and it swishes whenever she waves it through the air. She has a bright and intuitive look to her face, but she tends to avoid the gazes of others. When she looks at other cats they are usually reminded of her mother Hollyreign, because her gaze tends to be somewhat distant. She usually looks a little sad.
Personality: Turmoil runs beneath Kindredspirit's body. She's incredibly self-hateful. She thinks she's a worthless cat that can't do anything for her clan. She often invents suicidal attempts in her mind. Still she is loyal to her clan and loves her sister brother and nephew. She doesn't seem to feel anything at all towards Hollyreign, though it wasn't until after she killed Doomkit that Kindredspirit even started feeling depressed. She feels that she is ugly, and she hates herself very much. She used to be talkative but is now very shy and keeps to herself.
History:
Kindredspirit was born to Hollyreign and Nativebrush. Her kithood was fairly uneventful to her. Kindredspirit was given the first name Kindred because she seemed so attached to her mother and father. When Nativebrush died when she was a warrior she was torn to bits.
She actually plotted with her mother against Doomkit, blaming him for the death of her father. However one day she was on her own stargazing when the kit came up. She couldn't help loving her little brother and she ditched her attempts at trying to end his life. Hollyreign, however, continued without her knowing. When she found Hollyreign murdering Doomkit Kindredspirit blamed herself. Every day she burned with a hatred that never thawed. She convinced herself it was her fault Doomkit was dead. She began to do sacrifices in the forest to Doomkit. When that didn't bring him back to life she gave up on that.
Kindredspirit began seeking ways to commit suicide. As life progressed she detached herself from her friends (how about at one point she and Breezestar were best friends?) and family. She never told her feelings to anyone but she has taken to going into the forest and scratching herself when she feels angry.
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She could see it in her minds eye. She would stand high above the treetops. Stand up on the highest branch. She could even feel the wind in her fur. Kindredspirit swayed. She would sway then to. Sway. Sway. She would lean ever so slightly forward. The branch beneath her paws would bend but that didn't matter. She would bunch her muscles and then she would fly. For a moment and only a moment. Then she would hit the ground and there would be no more. No more guilt. No more sadness. None of it. She opened her eyes, she was in the camp. She hated the idea of it. She despised life.
Age: 10 moons
Clan: Wind
ShortDescription: A pretty long haired pale yellow she-cat with ocean blue eyes.
Description(Full): Solarpaw is a very pretty tabby she-cat. Her fur is fairly long, and it always seems to have dirt or something on it. Her eyes are ocean blue and always seem to be filled with curiousity. She has fairly big paws for a she-cat and she's more muscular than most she-cats. Her tail is tipped with white and her paws are also white. She has no scars, and even though she usually has dirt on her pelt it is usually very sleek and shiny.
Personality: Solarpaw is a she-cat that can go from one extreme to the other faster than anything. With young kits she has a deep and loving tenderness. She seems to understand just what to say to calm the younger ones. At the same time she can be loud and boisterous. She worries alot and can often turn violent when other cats do something that annoys her. She is incredibly close to Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt and worries about them all the time. She is incredibly fascinated with two-leg stuff and she loves machinery. She is actually often seen with oil on her pelt and an acrid tinge to her scent.
History:
Solarpaw was born in WindClan, to two cats that had decided to stop being Medicine Cats. A big war happened far away and her parents went to use their former knowledge of herbs to help them. Despite the fact that they were acting merely as medical personel they were both killed when they were found helping some young warriors who had been badly wounded. They were killed by cats on their own side.
Solarpaw found it hard to cope without her mother and father nearby. She ended up being raised by her grandmother and future mentor Cornwhisker. Solarpaw's closeness to Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt started when she found of the brother's troubled past. The group became fast friend's but with the way Bronzeclaw and Goldenpelt act it often leaves Solarpaw feeling lost and worried at the sidelines.
Cornwhisker was just killed, as in she hasn't even been brought back to camp yet.
RolePlayExample:
She was back to back with Cornwhisker. Her grandmother was bleeding badly from a neck injury while Solarpaw carried no battle wounds. She felt her stomach twist as she watched her mentor. The she-cat was breathing heavily, "What...what happened Granny?"
"Rogues..." panted Cornwhisker. The she-cat lay down and shut her eyes. Solarpaw felt a wave of panic, "Don't worry dear, I chased them off."
I'm so stupid! I should have never ever let her on her own. She should be in the elders den, not fighting rogues single-pawed. Solarpaw leaned down. She smiled at her grandmother, "Granny, it's all right. Let's go to camp and check those wounds." Solarpaw nudged her grandmother but the she-cat did not move. A chill snaked it's way down her spine, "Granny?" She nudged her, harder now. No movement. She wasn't breathing, "Cornwhisker! Wake up!" She screeched.
She screamed in heartbreak. She fell to the ground in a heap of sobbing pale fur. "Granny...you were...you've died. No...not you..." She felt as if the world had fallen all to pieces.
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Name: Kindredspirit
Age: 30 moons
Clan: Wind
ShortDescription: A dark ginger tabby she-cat with soft yellow eyes
Description(Full): Kindredspirit is a long she-cat with dark ginger fur. Her eyes are a pretty shade of yellow. Her paws are small, but her legs are long. Her tail is very long as well, and it swishes whenever she waves it through the air. She has a bright and intuitive look to her face, but she tends to avoid the gazes of others. When she looks at other cats they are usually reminded of her mother Hollyreign, because her gaze tends to be somewhat distant. She usually looks a little sad.
Personality: Turmoil runs beneath Kindredspirit's body. She's incredibly self-hateful. She thinks she's a worthless cat that can't do anything for her clan. She often invents suicidal attempts in her mind. Still she is loyal to her clan and loves her sister brother and nephew. She doesn't seem to feel anything at all towards Hollyreign, though it wasn't until after she killed Doomkit that Kindredspirit even started feeling depressed. She feels that she is ugly, and she hates herself very much. She used to be talkative but is now very shy and keeps to herself.
History:
Kindredspirit was born to Hollyreign and Nativebrush. Her kithood was fairly uneventful to her. Kindredspirit was given the first name Kindred because she seemed so attached to her mother and father. When Nativebrush died when she was a warrior she was torn to bits.
She actually plotted with her mother against Doomkit, blaming him for the death of her father. However one day she was on her own stargazing when the kit came up. She couldn't help loving her little brother and she ditched her attempts at trying to end his life. Hollyreign, however, continued without her knowing. When she found Hollyreign murdering Doomkit Kindredspirit blamed herself. Every day she burned with a hatred that never thawed. She convinced herself it was her fault Doomkit was dead. She began to do sacrifices in the forest to Doomkit. When that didn't bring him back to life she gave up on that.
Kindredspirit began seeking ways to commit suicide. As life progressed she detached herself from her friends (how about at one point she and Breezestar were best friends?) and family. She never told her feelings to anyone but she has taken to going into the forest and scratching herself when she feels angry.
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o[larbear]lePlayExample:
She could see it in her minds eye. She would stand high above the treetops. Stand up on the highest branch. She could even feel the wind in her fur. Kindredspirit swayed. She would sway then to. Sway. Sway. She would lean ever so slightly forward. The branch beneath her paws would bend but that didn't matter. She would bunch her muscles and then she would fly. For a moment and only a moment. Then she would hit the ground and there would be no more. No more guilt. No more sadness. None of it. She opened her eyes, she was in the camp. She hated the idea of it. She despised life.
