Post by winterleaf on Apr 6, 2007 19:08:58 GMT -5
Name: Breezefeather
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Recently made Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Description – Physical: Breezefeather has a speckled coat with creamy streaks bounding wildly by her pelt. Silky tangerine pimples surround her extremities who blutch with the preponent dye of her body. Breezefeather’s back is blemished by a dusky silver layer that is hardily visible. Besides her cheeks she has to well marked pearly spots who define the stain in her back. She owns appealing light gray slashes with a curly pattern in her forehead. Breezefeather has radiant olive eyes, similar to the color of the grass blades in her original home.
Description - Personality: Despite her charming appearance, Breezefeather has a bashful nature. She’s a feeble cat who hardily speaks to others. Everytime she’s in trouble, she only counts in herself to solve her problems. She only reveals her bold and frisky character with the cats she can really consider friends. But althought her shyness, Breezefeather's bigger wish in the world is to aid all the cats in suffering, being from her clan or not. As well, Breezefeather is a warm hearted cat who’s kind with anybody she meets. She cares for every single cat in her clan with a loving heart. She despices to fight. Few know she’s a talented hunter and a skillfull swimmer.
Picture:
(in her kittypet live)
(in the forrest)
History: Breezefeather's family heritage and blood is unknown, for she was found in the river when she was only two moons. But she doesn't know she was the daughter of a potent warrior and a charming mother who managed to mark their pawsteps in the forrest. They had a kit, the one they were delighted with. But their love was prohibited, for they were from different clans. They raised their kit with love, meeting in the darkest nights. One day, a gang of foxes attacked them. Breezekit's mother died, protecting her kit. Her father was heartbrocken, but still took care of his daughter. A moon later, he died of green cough. His kit was found in the river and was rescued by a Riverclan hunting patrol. Breezekit later became paw, and recently feather, until she became the trusted and worthy warrior she is right now.
Rplay Example: The clearing was engulfed with silence. Sunlight danced gracefully through the thick, gray, rain-soaked, clouds onto old graves and reflected into the deep sky. Wild grape-vines twisted through the black, metal, gate. Fresh green grapes dappled the silent clearing. An old brown wrinkled one slightly danced in the soft wet breeze and then plunged quietly off it’s perch onto the cold ground. It seemed to stare up at it’s old home and take it’s last look at life. Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry orange and golden head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. She stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and she pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where she came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where she came to just be herself. The dappled cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. She raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. She moved to different spots but never left the clearing. She would not lose at her own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until she could see the full light of the graceful sun. She always wished she were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. Her problem was that her timidness sometimes halted her to do the things she yearned for. But she knew she will someday make it, and that day, all the cats in the forrest will live a pleasant and magnificent live. She would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape. Breezefeather sighed heavily. A moon light fell over the clearing, darkening her mattled pelt. She padded away from the glittering place towards the Riverclan camp. A muffled scent bounded in the air. She lifted her nosetrills up to follow it, for she dreaded for a rest. Breezefeather yawned heavily and trailed the scent back. Minutes later, she found her self confortly crouching in the warriors’ den. She gave a final checkout at her clanmates, before her eyes closed as she saw the last glimpse of her camp.
Password: Surrounding Forrest
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Recently made Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Description – Physical: Breezefeather has a speckled coat with creamy streaks bounding wildly by her pelt. Silky tangerine pimples surround her extremities who blutch with the preponent dye of her body. Breezefeather’s back is blemished by a dusky silver layer that is hardily visible. Besides her cheeks she has to well marked pearly spots who define the stain in her back. She owns appealing light gray slashes with a curly pattern in her forehead. Breezefeather has radiant olive eyes, similar to the color of the grass blades in her original home.
Description - Personality: Despite her charming appearance, Breezefeather has a bashful nature. She’s a feeble cat who hardily speaks to others. Everytime she’s in trouble, she only counts in herself to solve her problems. She only reveals her bold and frisky character with the cats she can really consider friends. But althought her shyness, Breezefeather's bigger wish in the world is to aid all the cats in suffering, being from her clan or not. As well, Breezefeather is a warm hearted cat who’s kind with anybody she meets. She cares for every single cat in her clan with a loving heart. She despices to fight. Few know she’s a talented hunter and a skillfull swimmer.
Picture:
(in her kittypet live) (in the forrest)History: Breezefeather's family heritage and blood is unknown, for she was found in the river when she was only two moons. But she doesn't know she was the daughter of a potent warrior and a charming mother who managed to mark their pawsteps in the forrest. They had a kit, the one they were delighted with. But their love was prohibited, for they were from different clans. They raised their kit with love, meeting in the darkest nights. One day, a gang of foxes attacked them. Breezekit's mother died, protecting her kit. Her father was heartbrocken, but still took care of his daughter. A moon later, he died of green cough. His kit was found in the river and was rescued by a Riverclan hunting patrol. Breezekit later became paw, and recently feather, until she became the trusted and worthy warrior she is right now.
Rplay Example: The clearing was engulfed with silence. Sunlight danced gracefully through the thick, gray, rain-soaked, clouds onto old graves and reflected into the deep sky. Wild grape-vines twisted through the black, metal, gate. Fresh green grapes dappled the silent clearing. An old brown wrinkled one slightly danced in the soft wet breeze and then plunged quietly off it’s perch onto the cold ground. It seemed to stare up at it’s old home and take it’s last look at life. Through the thick bushes outlining the edges of the small overgrown clearing, a rustling could be heard. A sleek furry orange and golden head poked through curiously and searched the whole enchanting place. She stared into the distance looking for anything troublesome. A slight look of sneaky pleasure crossed her face and she pawed her way quietly into the center of the lonely place of death and sadness. This was her quiet place. This was where she came to catch the sun when it danced and teased the grass. This was where she came to just be herself. The dappled cat glared slyly at the sun hidden between restraining clouds. She raced behind a single tree in the middle of the clearing and looked again at it but this time, more curiously. She moved to different spots but never left the clearing. She would not lose at her own game. The lean cat would search restlessly until she could see the full light of the graceful sun. She always wished she were the sun. It kept things living and it kept things peaceful. It was a hunch of his that the sun was one of the main things keeping this magnificent place alive. Her problem was that her timidness sometimes halted her to do the things she yearned for. But she knew she will someday make it, and that day, all the cats in the forrest will live a pleasant and magnificent live. She would never be the one relied on to keep things going. A sense of importance was in her soul and was waiting to escape. Breezefeather sighed heavily. A moon light fell over the clearing, darkening her mattled pelt. She padded away from the glittering place towards the Riverclan camp. A muffled scent bounded in the air. She lifted her nosetrills up to follow it, for she dreaded for a rest. Breezefeather yawned heavily and trailed the scent back. Minutes later, she found her self confortly crouching in the warriors’ den. She gave a final checkout at her clanmates, before her eyes closed as she saw the last glimpse of her camp.
Password: Surrounding Forrest
