Post by rainsong12 on Aug 3, 2010 13:43:17 GMT -5
Name: Chickadeefeather
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Skyclan
Position: warrior
Description:
Chickadeefeather is a beautiful she-cat. Her eyes are a soft, melted gold. Her fur is a bright, creamy silver. Her paws and tail tip are white. She has small narrow shoulders and a slim frame. Her whiskers are as white as the clouds in the skies.
Her eyes are quite beautiful. The gold color shines from her heart, not just from her eyes. Her long, creamy fur is smooth to the touch. The way the moonlight plays along her face is unrealistic. If you see her in battle she looks so graceful and elegant. Her tail is clothed with fluffy, long fur.
She seems so frail, like the smallest gust of wind would blow her over. But under her small, narrow frame is muscle. She has long, white fangs. They can Peirce wood. Her claws are thorn sharp. They seem quite long for her size.
Personality:
Chickadeefeather is a shy cat. She likes to flirt with the toms. She is a very loyal she-cat. Her every movement, every thought, every breath that fills her chest comes from the warrior she is, and from the warrior code.
She is a quiet cat, if not in a fight or argument. She has the ability to manipulate others in ways they can't understand, in order to get her way. She can be foxy and cunning. She is smart and knows what to do if things aren't the way she wants them to be.
She can be quite flirtatious. All she needs to do is bat an eyelash and that tom will be drooling over her like a dog over a bone. Many of the clans toms (even in different clans!) love to watch her. She knows when a tom is watching and she'll do what ever is in her power to make him fall. If a tom is watching her walk away she'll swish her tail back and forth sedately.
History:
Chickadeefeather is a half-clan cat. Her mother is from Skyclan. Her father, from Earthclan. Her mother, Cherryeye, was a wonderful cat. She died in the steel jaws of a fox trap. Her father, Dawntail, was killed in a battle. He was cornered by two bigger, stronger warriors from Tempestclan. She will always, and truthfully be an outsider.
Many cats don't trust her because of her being half-clan. She spends all her life trying time and time again to prove herself to her clan. The reason why she is so shy is because she thinks so untrustfully of her clan mates.
Chickadeefeather was also caught in a fox trap when she was an apprentice, just like her mother. Lucky for her, one of her clan mates found her on the brink of death. She will forever be grateful for that.
Role Play Sample:
Chickadeepaw slowly rose to her paws. She turned and tried to pull free. Shooting pain sunk its fangs into her right foreleg. She pulled harder, thrashing and struggling.
When she was hunting, she noticed a strange scent on the ground. She shuffled closer. Suddenly, there was an explosion of dirt around her. The ground grew jaws that snapped shut on her leg and refused to let go.
"Help! Help me!" she called again and again. But her clan mates refused to hear. She pulled and struggled until the point of exhaustion. Her legs folded beneath her and she fell to the ground, in to much pain to go on.
Dark was falling. As the sun sank, so did her will to live. She felt betrayed by her clan mates for not looking for her. "Maybe, they thought I ran away! Or they don't even care that I'm gone!" she thought angerly. A mouse scuttled by. She was to weak to move, let alone to catch a mouse.
The next morning she heard a hunting patrol. "Stop!" she heard one say, "I smell something!" He went over to the bushes where she lay. "You guys keep going, I'm going to check it out!" he yowled. She lifted her head. "Help" she croaked weakly. "My Starclan!" he yowled when he saw her laying there a few feet away. "Come on! Get up!" he growled, "and where have you been we've been looking all over for you!" She tried to stand but fell. She yelped when she landed on her trapped foot, "I can't" she mewed weakly. "Yes you can, now come on!" he hissed as he bent down to take her scruff. She squealed from the pain in her leg. He began to walk away when he was pulled of his feet. "I said lets-"he stopped mid growl when he saw the trap on her paw. "You're trapped" he mewed flatly. She nodded. "I need water" she groaned. "I'll go get some now!" he yowled over his shoulder as he went down to the river. She glanced down at her broken leg. The iron trap had two rows of teeth on each side, all facing backwards. She tried to stand up again but fell over. When she landed she felt an explosion of pain. She also heard a crack. Then all went black.
Age: 12 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Skyclan
Position: warrior
Description:
Chickadeefeather is a beautiful she-cat. Her eyes are a soft, melted gold. Her fur is a bright, creamy silver. Her paws and tail tip are white. She has small narrow shoulders and a slim frame. Her whiskers are as white as the clouds in the skies.
Her eyes are quite beautiful. The gold color shines from her heart, not just from her eyes. Her long, creamy fur is smooth to the touch. The way the moonlight plays along her face is unrealistic. If you see her in battle she looks so graceful and elegant. Her tail is clothed with fluffy, long fur.
She seems so frail, like the smallest gust of wind would blow her over. But under her small, narrow frame is muscle. She has long, white fangs. They can Peirce wood. Her claws are thorn sharp. They seem quite long for her size.
Personality:
Chickadeefeather is a shy cat. She likes to flirt with the toms. She is a very loyal she-cat. Her every movement, every thought, every breath that fills her chest comes from the warrior she is, and from the warrior code.
She is a quiet cat, if not in a fight or argument. She has the ability to manipulate others in ways they can't understand, in order to get her way. She can be foxy and cunning. She is smart and knows what to do if things aren't the way she wants them to be.
She can be quite flirtatious. All she needs to do is bat an eyelash and that tom will be drooling over her like a dog over a bone. Many of the clans toms (even in different clans!) love to watch her. She knows when a tom is watching and she'll do what ever is in her power to make him fall. If a tom is watching her walk away she'll swish her tail back and forth sedately.
History:
Chickadeefeather is a half-clan cat. Her mother is from Skyclan. Her father, from Earthclan. Her mother, Cherryeye, was a wonderful cat. She died in the steel jaws of a fox trap. Her father, Dawntail, was killed in a battle. He was cornered by two bigger, stronger warriors from Tempestclan. She will always, and truthfully be an outsider.
Many cats don't trust her because of her being half-clan. She spends all her life trying time and time again to prove herself to her clan. The reason why she is so shy is because she thinks so untrustfully of her clan mates.
Chickadeefeather was also caught in a fox trap when she was an apprentice, just like her mother. Lucky for her, one of her clan mates found her on the brink of death. She will forever be grateful for that.
Role Play Sample:
Chickadeepaw slowly rose to her paws. She turned and tried to pull free. Shooting pain sunk its fangs into her right foreleg. She pulled harder, thrashing and struggling.
When she was hunting, she noticed a strange scent on the ground. She shuffled closer. Suddenly, there was an explosion of dirt around her. The ground grew jaws that snapped shut on her leg and refused to let go.
"Help! Help me!" she called again and again. But her clan mates refused to hear. She pulled and struggled until the point of exhaustion. Her legs folded beneath her and she fell to the ground, in to much pain to go on.
Dark was falling. As the sun sank, so did her will to live. She felt betrayed by her clan mates for not looking for her. "Maybe, they thought I ran away! Or they don't even care that I'm gone!" she thought angerly. A mouse scuttled by. She was to weak to move, let alone to catch a mouse.
The next morning she heard a hunting patrol. "Stop!" she heard one say, "I smell something!" He went over to the bushes where she lay. "You guys keep going, I'm going to check it out!" he yowled. She lifted her head. "Help" she croaked weakly. "My Starclan!" he yowled when he saw her laying there a few feet away. "Come on! Get up!" he growled, "and where have you been we've been looking all over for you!" She tried to stand but fell. She yelped when she landed on her trapped foot, "I can't" she mewed weakly. "Yes you can, now come on!" he hissed as he bent down to take her scruff. She squealed from the pain in her leg. He began to walk away when he was pulled of his feet. "I said lets-"he stopped mid growl when he saw the trap on her paw. "You're trapped" he mewed flatly. She nodded. "I need water" she groaned. "I'll go get some now!" he yowled over his shoulder as he went down to the river. She glanced down at her broken leg. The iron trap had two rows of teeth on each side, all facing backwards. She tried to stand up again but fell over. When she landed she felt an explosion of pain. She also heard a crack. Then all went black.