Post by Fallingmoon on Jun 7, 2009 12:26:31 GMT -8
Name;; Strickingsnake
Age;; 36 moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Deputy (Didn't you say I could have this spot, or was I misled?)
Appearence;; Strickingsnake is a stricking brown and orange tabby she-cat with snake-yellow eyes. Her eyes are like a pla sun, but slitted and evil-looking like a snake's. Her nose is a pale pink, like fog or mist over bright pink rose. Her whiskers, that spread out from her nose like bird's wings, are thin and very long, considering her wide, smallish body. Her ears, which are quite wide, are long, yet short. Her head is smallish, circular, and looks like a tabbies, not a speckle of dis-coloration. Her neck is short, mostly white and gray with few stripes, and no amber or brown. Her shoulders are thick, tabby and tortishel to, though the stripes cover the tortishell spots. Her legs are not as long as some others, but she it fast either way. Her sides are patches and stripped, like she was part Tiger, part cloudy gray.Yet, with her white paws of snow and ice, and with her snake-like eyes, she looks like a visouse killer. Her back legs are thicker, and colder looking with barley any orange. Her tail is short, thick and pachy. Due to an acident she has a short tail.
Personality;; Despite her name, Strikingsnake is a very friendly and cheerful cat. She spends most of her time mooning around or helping out others, though she is very shy. She thinks some people are scarred of her, and is afriad to maeet anyone new. She loves to hunt alone, though she is so fragile, she would run away from a kittypet unless the kittypet is to far into her territory, or is abaout to hurt or kill one of her Clan-mates. She is really just shy because of her dark past, fogged by horrible memmories and crawling with stinging hatred and fear.
History;; When Strikingsnake was Strikingkit, her mother had been horribly abused in the shadows by her mate, and Strikingkit's father. Although her Father was abusive because he was so arguative, her mother was strong and took the punishment to be with her kits. One night, days before her cerimony, Strikingkit's parents went out into the forest, a smile on her father's face. She had followed them into the forest, big mistake. In a small beautiful clearing her father had told his mate some horrid things, things that should not be told over again, and then lept on her, killing her instantly. She had run as fast and as hard and silently as she could, running away from her dad and telling the Clan, he was banned and the kits and apprentices where to only go into the forest with another cat until they found his body with two small holes in his chest near a snake's den. Ever since that day, even when Strickingsnake had become a warrior, that has haunted her even in the happiest of times.
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RolePlay Example;; Strikingkit snuck out of the nursery, following her mother and father. Her soft white paws made no sound on the comforting sand, even when sh was tingling with fear and excitment.
"I will protect my mother until she or I join StarClan!" Strikingkit vowed silently under her breath as she crept after them. When sh neared them, before they vanished seconds later into the small gorse-prickled tunnle, she saw her evil father smiling. She flicked her ears in suprise as she crept out of sight, but still silently and detirmendly after them. Racing into the tunnle after she saw then over the rise she broke a throny twig, thankfully drawing no blood, but making a small noise. Sighing in relief she realised her father hadn't herd the noise. Like an owl sh hovered behind them like a ghost, unseen and unherd, until they stopped in a small glade surrounded by trees in the foresty area. She scrambled to the other end of the small glade, behind a small boulder to listen to their conversation, trying to ignore the evening bugs as the sun dissapeared over the rise.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Swiftfeather my love?" Her father's vioce was clear and compastionate, though something tinged his words. . .
"No, Sunset." Her mother, Swiftfeather, answered calmy and confusingly. Sunset, her evil father and Swiftfeather's mate, purred,
"Well, because I want to ride the moorlands of a cat like you, to stuborn, to over-spoken and way to non-responcive." Swiftfeather looked confused, then horrified, flattening her ears as she spoke, vioce quivering with fear,
"But what about Strikingkit?" Sunset snorted, getting angry,
"You are just making exuces, besides he'll join you when I get back to camp, nothing to worry about." Swiftfeather's next words where replcaed by a yowl as Sunset knocked her over and bit down on her thoat, killing her instantly. Strikingkit backed away slowly, her heart thudding her her mind racing with horrid thoughts, she is dead, my mother is dead! My father's a killer, and he is going to kkill me next!" Running, running though the brush so fast that the throns scratched her pelt like claws, sending warrior-like scratches down her side. Racing out of the forest sh was awar of a yowl of fury from the forest, so she pushed harder, crashing through the gorse-tunnle with a yowl of warning,
"Help! Help! Sunset is out to kill me!"
Name;; Dancingsnow
Age;; 16 moons
Gender;; She-cat (er, she is a QUEEN)
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Queen
Appearence;; Dancingsnow is a beautiful snowy she-cat with dazingly blue eyes. Her eyes are as blue as the sun-high sky, and seem to come to life. Her face is round, almost chubby with short-cropped snowy-fur. Her nose is a sun-set pink, small yet keeps her head from widening. Now her ears, they are tall for a cold-weather cat like her, with a pink so cute to can almost just gaze into it with no worries at all. Her neck is a thick-looking white, long fur smooth as a river. Her shoulder blend into her pelt, though they are thick with mucles that are covered in long sioft silky fur. Her legs are longish, giving her a great running start, they are thin yet muscled and meduim-sized fur run down them. Her large rounded paws hid the almost dull shiny clear claws. She doesn't use them much, that is why her claws are duller than a AshClan cat's. Her back is thick, with long silky fur covering it, ripple like a river when she is running. Her tasil is long, yet with shorter fur, so it looks almost round.
Personality;; Going with her apperance like two streams into a river, her personality shins like snow in the sunlight. She loves to explore and to run, to chase to. She just loves to chase, to feel the wind in her fur. to feel her muscles rippling and to see her prey in front, slowly coming toward her. Another faveriot thing of hers is to lay on a warm rock under sun, basking in it's warmth. She makes so many friends, and she tried to to. She loves to make friends, to be with friends and to play with cats to.
History;; Since a kit she had her outgoign and explorer attitude, always wanting to be in something someone else is in. Although her father was unknown and her father forgotten, she didn't mind. So what, a cat gets his or her personality from inside, not blood. As an apprentice she did great, learning every bit, but not really using her mind sometimes.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Frozenkit(Frozenpaw, Frozennose)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Frozennose is a sparkling white kit exactly like her mother, though with a plaer nose, like a light pink.
Personality;; Liker mom she is adventurouse, but not as fast of a learner. Even though she loves to run, she isn't all that for sunning or playing with random cats.
History;; Ever since she was born to Stormfeather and Dancingsnow, she had a safe and warm life with her mother and father protecting her.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Lightkit (Lightpaw, Lightshine)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Kit
Appearence;; Lightkit is a white, like his mother, but with longer fur, and brighter. his eyes are two bright pools of monlight, tinted blue.
Personality;; Like his father, Lightkit is stuck to his Clan, will do anything. He is also a great listener, but not as much of a talker.
History;; From the very begening he was in good arms, but he was more of a daddy's boy and a mother's.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Leafkit (Leafpaw, Leafpatch)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Leafkit is lkike her father, tabby and white, but with cooler amber eyes.
Personality;; Leafkit is all her own, playfull, yet alone. Happy, yet frightened. Adventurouse, yet at home.
History;; As born to Dancingsnow and Stormfeather, she got her "hot and cold" from a mixtur from her parents.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Snowykit (Snowypaw, Snowyheather)
Age;; Three Moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Snowykit looks like her father, though a lighter brown, heather golden tabby patches instead of brown tabby.
Personality;; Snowyheather ina hand ful, filled with excitment over the top. She is bundle of energy and is, except fo rthat, like her mother.
History;; She was born to Dancingsnow and Stormfeather, to BreezeClan, to the moorland.
RolePlay Example;; None
Age;; 36 moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Deputy (Didn't you say I could have this spot, or was I misled?)
Appearence;; Strickingsnake is a stricking brown and orange tabby she-cat with snake-yellow eyes. Her eyes are like a pla sun, but slitted and evil-looking like a snake's. Her nose is a pale pink, like fog or mist over bright pink rose. Her whiskers, that spread out from her nose like bird's wings, are thin and very long, considering her wide, smallish body. Her ears, which are quite wide, are long, yet short. Her head is smallish, circular, and looks like a tabbies, not a speckle of dis-coloration. Her neck is short, mostly white and gray with few stripes, and no amber or brown. Her shoulders are thick, tabby and tortishel to, though the stripes cover the tortishell spots. Her legs are not as long as some others, but she it fast either way. Her sides are patches and stripped, like she was part Tiger, part cloudy gray.Yet, with her white paws of snow and ice, and with her snake-like eyes, she looks like a visouse killer. Her back legs are thicker, and colder looking with barley any orange. Her tail is short, thick and pachy. Due to an acident she has a short tail.
Personality;; Despite her name, Strikingsnake is a very friendly and cheerful cat. She spends most of her time mooning around or helping out others, though she is very shy. She thinks some people are scarred of her, and is afriad to maeet anyone new. She loves to hunt alone, though she is so fragile, she would run away from a kittypet unless the kittypet is to far into her territory, or is abaout to hurt or kill one of her Clan-mates. She is really just shy because of her dark past, fogged by horrible memmories and crawling with stinging hatred and fear.
History;; When Strikingsnake was Strikingkit, her mother had been horribly abused in the shadows by her mate, and Strikingkit's father. Although her Father was abusive because he was so arguative, her mother was strong and took the punishment to be with her kits. One night, days before her cerimony, Strikingkit's parents went out into the forest, a smile on her father's face. She had followed them into the forest, big mistake. In a small beautiful clearing her father had told his mate some horrid things, things that should not be told over again, and then lept on her, killing her instantly. She had run as fast and as hard and silently as she could, running away from her dad and telling the Clan, he was banned and the kits and apprentices where to only go into the forest with another cat until they found his body with two small holes in his chest near a snake's den. Ever since that day, even when Strickingsnake had become a warrior, that has haunted her even in the happiest of times.
Picture: i287.photobucket.com/albums/ll147/SRherps/Pets/Tawny.jpg
RolePlay Example;; Strikingkit snuck out of the nursery, following her mother and father. Her soft white paws made no sound on the comforting sand, even when sh was tingling with fear and excitment.
"I will protect my mother until she or I join StarClan!" Strikingkit vowed silently under her breath as she crept after them. When sh neared them, before they vanished seconds later into the small gorse-prickled tunnle, she saw her evil father smiling. She flicked her ears in suprise as she crept out of sight, but still silently and detirmendly after them. Racing into the tunnle after she saw then over the rise she broke a throny twig, thankfully drawing no blood, but making a small noise. Sighing in relief she realised her father hadn't herd the noise. Like an owl sh hovered behind them like a ghost, unseen and unherd, until they stopped in a small glade surrounded by trees in the foresty area. She scrambled to the other end of the small glade, behind a small boulder to listen to their conversation, trying to ignore the evening bugs as the sun dissapeared over the rise.
"Do you know why I brought you here, Swiftfeather my love?" Her father's vioce was clear and compastionate, though something tinged his words. . .
"No, Sunset." Her mother, Swiftfeather, answered calmy and confusingly. Sunset, her evil father and Swiftfeather's mate, purred,
"Well, because I want to ride the moorlands of a cat like you, to stuborn, to over-spoken and way to non-responcive." Swiftfeather looked confused, then horrified, flattening her ears as she spoke, vioce quivering with fear,
"But what about Strikingkit?" Sunset snorted, getting angry,
"You are just making exuces, besides he'll join you when I get back to camp, nothing to worry about." Swiftfeather's next words where replcaed by a yowl as Sunset knocked her over and bit down on her thoat, killing her instantly. Strikingkit backed away slowly, her heart thudding her her mind racing with horrid thoughts, she is dead, my mother is dead! My father's a killer, and he is going to kkill me next!" Running, running though the brush so fast that the throns scratched her pelt like claws, sending warrior-like scratches down her side. Racing out of the forest sh was awar of a yowl of fury from the forest, so she pushed harder, crashing through the gorse-tunnle with a yowl of warning,
"Help! Help! Sunset is out to kill me!"
Name;; Dancingsnow
Age;; 16 moons
Gender;; She-cat (er, she is a QUEEN)
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Queen
Appearence;; Dancingsnow is a beautiful snowy she-cat with dazingly blue eyes. Her eyes are as blue as the sun-high sky, and seem to come to life. Her face is round, almost chubby with short-cropped snowy-fur. Her nose is a sun-set pink, small yet keeps her head from widening. Now her ears, they are tall for a cold-weather cat like her, with a pink so cute to can almost just gaze into it with no worries at all. Her neck is a thick-looking white, long fur smooth as a river. Her shoulder blend into her pelt, though they are thick with mucles that are covered in long sioft silky fur. Her legs are longish, giving her a great running start, they are thin yet muscled and meduim-sized fur run down them. Her large rounded paws hid the almost dull shiny clear claws. She doesn't use them much, that is why her claws are duller than a AshClan cat's. Her back is thick, with long silky fur covering it, ripple like a river when she is running. Her tasil is long, yet with shorter fur, so it looks almost round.
Personality;; Going with her apperance like two streams into a river, her personality shins like snow in the sunlight. She loves to explore and to run, to chase to. She just loves to chase, to feel the wind in her fur. to feel her muscles rippling and to see her prey in front, slowly coming toward her. Another faveriot thing of hers is to lay on a warm rock under sun, basking in it's warmth. She makes so many friends, and she tried to to. She loves to make friends, to be with friends and to play with cats to.
History;; Since a kit she had her outgoign and explorer attitude, always wanting to be in something someone else is in. Although her father was unknown and her father forgotten, she didn't mind. So what, a cat gets his or her personality from inside, not blood. As an apprentice she did great, learning every bit, but not really using her mind sometimes.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Frozenkit(Frozenpaw, Frozennose)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Frozennose is a sparkling white kit exactly like her mother, though with a plaer nose, like a light pink.
Personality;; Liker mom she is adventurouse, but not as fast of a learner. Even though she loves to run, she isn't all that for sunning or playing with random cats.
History;; Ever since she was born to Stormfeather and Dancingsnow, she had a safe and warm life with her mother and father protecting her.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Lightkit (Lightpaw, Lightshine)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; Tom
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; Kit
Appearence;; Lightkit is a white, like his mother, but with longer fur, and brighter. his eyes are two bright pools of monlight, tinted blue.
Personality;; Like his father, Lightkit is stuck to his Clan, will do anything. He is also a great listener, but not as much of a talker.
History;; From the very begening he was in good arms, but he was more of a daddy's boy and a mother's.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Leafkit (Leafpaw, Leafpatch)
Age;; Three moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Leafkit is lkike her father, tabby and white, but with cooler amber eyes.
Personality;; Leafkit is all her own, playfull, yet alone. Happy, yet frightened. Adventurouse, yet at home.
History;; As born to Dancingsnow and Stormfeather, she got her "hot and cold" from a mixtur from her parents.
RolePlay Example;; None
Name;; Snowykit (Snowypaw, Snowyheather)
Age;; Three Moons
Gender;; She-cat
Clan;; BreezeClan
Rank;; kit
Appearence;; Snowykit looks like her father, though a lighter brown, heather golden tabby patches instead of brown tabby.
Personality;; Snowyheather ina hand ful, filled with excitment over the top. She is bundle of energy and is, except fo rthat, like her mother.
History;; She was born to Dancingsnow and Stormfeather, to BreezeClan, to the moorland.
RolePlay Example;; None