Post by ♥Goldenheart♥ on Apr 16, 2007 16:26:21 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Rosepool
Gender: She-cat
Age: 48 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LightningClan
Personality: Rosepool is shy, but not paralyzingly so. She is afraid to contradict cats who are higher-ranking than her, but not afraid to speak her mind when an apprentice or kit is wrong. A strict code of personal morals as an addendum to the Warrior Code govern her life, and sometimes keep her from making huge mistakes.
Appearance: If one were to enter the LightningClan warriors' den in the middle of the night, one would see a small lump of creamy fur covered in what looks like cream-colored roses. Upon watching for long enough, one would see her wake up by moving one small, delicate-looking paw at a time, and then slowly rising. Her soft brown eyes open last, when she is already up, and they are filled with a quiet caring for the cats she sees around her. Her small body looks as fragile as the tiny porcelain figurine she appears to be, belying the power that lies beneath. She looks almost like a kit, but she has the strength and maturity of the warrior that she is.
History: As a kit, Rosekit was an exuberant enjoyer of life. She never cared that she was smaller than her peers, never paid attention to anything that might spoil her joie de vivre. All that changed the day after her apprentice ceremony, when a grave-voiced cat took her aside and told her, "Rosepaw, your mentor is a traitor to the Clan." She never found out the identity of that cat, who had rolled in foxdung and spoken from the shadows. Ever after, she was much more cautious. It took all of her apprenticeship and a moon of her warrior life for her to learn to trust again, and it was even longer before she forgave the mysterious cat for destroying her youth. She is now one of LightningClan's loyal and loving warriors, and has dreams for the future again. Ambition has taken the place of the last shreds of grudge against her false informant, and she is hoping for a high-ranking position in her Clan.
Example of Roleplay: Rosepool slipped out of the den, her paws making no noise even on the earth hard-packed by the footsteps of many cats. She padded softly over to the fresh-kill pile and delicately clawed a mouse off the top. Seeing her friend Cloverfoot nearby, she mewed, "Hello, Cloverfoot. Nice day, isn't it?"
Other: My first (and probably only) LightningClan character.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 48 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LightningClan
Personality: Rosepool is shy, but not paralyzingly so. She is afraid to contradict cats who are higher-ranking than her, but not afraid to speak her mind when an apprentice or kit is wrong. A strict code of personal morals as an addendum to the Warrior Code govern her life, and sometimes keep her from making huge mistakes.
Appearance: If one were to enter the LightningClan warriors' den in the middle of the night, one would see a small lump of creamy fur covered in what looks like cream-colored roses. Upon watching for long enough, one would see her wake up by moving one small, delicate-looking paw at a time, and then slowly rising. Her soft brown eyes open last, when she is already up, and they are filled with a quiet caring for the cats she sees around her. Her small body looks as fragile as the tiny porcelain figurine she appears to be, belying the power that lies beneath. She looks almost like a kit, but she has the strength and maturity of the warrior that she is.
History: As a kit, Rosekit was an exuberant enjoyer of life. She never cared that she was smaller than her peers, never paid attention to anything that might spoil her joie de vivre. All that changed the day after her apprentice ceremony, when a grave-voiced cat took her aside and told her, "Rosepaw, your mentor is a traitor to the Clan." She never found out the identity of that cat, who had rolled in foxdung and spoken from the shadows. Ever after, she was much more cautious. It took all of her apprenticeship and a moon of her warrior life for her to learn to trust again, and it was even longer before she forgave the mysterious cat for destroying her youth. She is now one of LightningClan's loyal and loving warriors, and has dreams for the future again. Ambition has taken the place of the last shreds of grudge against her false informant, and she is hoping for a high-ranking position in her Clan.
Example of Roleplay: Rosepool slipped out of the den, her paws making no noise even on the earth hard-packed by the footsteps of many cats. She padded softly over to the fresh-kill pile and delicately clawed a mouse off the top. Seeing her friend Cloverfoot nearby, she mewed, "Hello, Cloverfoot. Nice day, isn't it?"
Other: My first (and probably only) LightningClan character.
