Post by Ashpaw on May 2, 2007 18:25:08 GMT -5
Name: Rainpaw
Age: 7 moons
Alliance: Starclan
Rank: apprentice
Gender: she-cat
Appearance:http://www.y1kat.com/brownboy.jpg
Personality: Rainpaw is a playful apprentice energetic and loving, always trying to find the magic and creativity in the world. Her life ended quite rapidly leaving her with memories of a horrific experience, but nothing more. Rainpaw Always had the hardest time excepting that she was no longer living. Although she suffers in that way, she has begun to explore her new entity, and accepts that she is not as she once was. Competing in a battle with herself, she has a hard time of letting go of her lustful thoughts of living. She is caring of those younger, respectful of those older, and dearly wants a friend. Now that her spirit in free of her body, she has come to learn many things, walking in the dreams of other cats being one of them. Although she is with her clan during most of her time, it is questionable as to who sees her. Of her time having departed, she has gained some wisdom, and become some what of a guide (at least as much as you could expect of a young, spirited apprentice) though her personality has changed very much since her death, (not for the better) she is quickly regaining it back, especially in her discovery of a purpose. in fact the more purpose that she discovers for herself, the more she becomes like her old self again.
History: haunting dreams are all that’s left of her past life, and death, and once in a wile, history repeats itself in her head. Because of her unwillingness to let go she is often lost in her mind as she wanders trying to find clues to her past, and end her nightmares.
ICC: Rainpaw padded though the thunderclap camp her paws gliding gently upon the ground, witch had once bound her to its surface. She had found little purpose in being a spirit, since the day she had gone to join Starclan, and often made a hobby of walking among her old life on the earth. She made her way through the Thunderclan clearing, stopping in the center, to absorb her life as it had been. It was moon high although clouds shrouded it, and not a creature stirred. As she gazed longingly upon her home, a sudden feeling of purpose flooded over her like an unexpected wave, as a gust of wind seeped into her long fur, uncovering the moon from its silver sanctuary. She looked around. Nothing had been disturbed as this gust had struck her, not a tree branch or a single leaf along the ground. The only thing that moved were fireflies as they soared peacefully, gliding along on the invisible wind over the clearing. She was Radiating with happiness, a feeling that had long awaited its own arrival. She leapt at one batting playfully as though she was a kit again, feeling the glee of escaping the nursery on such a glorious night, and missed purposefully not wanting to harm the beautiful glowing being. Taking one more glance around, that seemed to last the whole of the night, she whispered. “Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you.” And then she pushed herself onto her hind legs to gaze contently at the moon before leaping into the air and climbing to the stars leaving the clearing basking in moonlight, and glowing with fireflies. “Thank you Starclan.” Her words lingered on the night air as she vanished with the breeze.
Age: 7 moons
Alliance: Starclan
Rank: apprentice
Gender: she-cat
Appearance:http://www.y1kat.com/brownboy.jpg
Personality: Rainpaw is a playful apprentice energetic and loving, always trying to find the magic and creativity in the world. Her life ended quite rapidly leaving her with memories of a horrific experience, but nothing more. Rainpaw Always had the hardest time excepting that she was no longer living. Although she suffers in that way, she has begun to explore her new entity, and accepts that she is not as she once was. Competing in a battle with herself, she has a hard time of letting go of her lustful thoughts of living. She is caring of those younger, respectful of those older, and dearly wants a friend. Now that her spirit in free of her body, she has come to learn many things, walking in the dreams of other cats being one of them. Although she is with her clan during most of her time, it is questionable as to who sees her. Of her time having departed, she has gained some wisdom, and become some what of a guide (at least as much as you could expect of a young, spirited apprentice) though her personality has changed very much since her death, (not for the better) she is quickly regaining it back, especially in her discovery of a purpose. in fact the more purpose that she discovers for herself, the more she becomes like her old self again.
History: haunting dreams are all that’s left of her past life, and death, and once in a wile, history repeats itself in her head. Because of her unwillingness to let go she is often lost in her mind as she wanders trying to find clues to her past, and end her nightmares.
ICC: Rainpaw padded though the thunderclap camp her paws gliding gently upon the ground, witch had once bound her to its surface. She had found little purpose in being a spirit, since the day she had gone to join Starclan, and often made a hobby of walking among her old life on the earth. She made her way through the Thunderclan clearing, stopping in the center, to absorb her life as it had been. It was moon high although clouds shrouded it, and not a creature stirred. As she gazed longingly upon her home, a sudden feeling of purpose flooded over her like an unexpected wave, as a gust of wind seeped into her long fur, uncovering the moon from its silver sanctuary. She looked around. Nothing had been disturbed as this gust had struck her, not a tree branch or a single leaf along the ground. The only thing that moved were fireflies as they soared peacefully, gliding along on the invisible wind over the clearing. She was Radiating with happiness, a feeling that had long awaited its own arrival. She leapt at one batting playfully as though she was a kit again, feeling the glee of escaping the nursery on such a glorious night, and missed purposefully not wanting to harm the beautiful glowing being. Taking one more glance around, that seemed to last the whole of the night, she whispered. “Don't worry, I'm going to take care of you.” And then she pushed herself onto her hind legs to gaze contently at the moon before leaping into the air and climbing to the stars leaving the clearing basking in moonlight, and glowing with fireflies. “Thank you Starclan.” Her words lingered on the night air as she vanished with the breeze.
