Post by sunstripe on Dec 30, 2007 14:09:19 GMT -5
Name: Honeypaw
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: HailClan
Physical Description:
Personality:
History:
Role Play Example:
Other: Nope. ^^
Age: 9 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: HailClan
Physical Description:
Honeypaw is mainly a solid, light brown she-cat. Set not too far apart but not too close together are a pair of wide, amber-brown eyes. She’s normal-sized with long fur and very strong for a cat her age. On her spine is a long, pure gold stripe, stretching from the tip of her thick, plumy tail up her back in a thick stripe, until it gets to the top of her head, where it tapers off into a point. Honeystreak has no other markings on her thick pelt. Also, the she-cat can be very good at disguising herself among bracken fronds when the plant grows golden-brown in Leaf-fall.
Personality:
Shortly, Honeypaw is a very sassy cat. Her short temper can be her main downfall sometimes, along with her ability to come up quickly with witty remarks. Sarcasm is this she-cat’s world, and a time where she says something and means it is fairly rare.
Honeypaw sometimes can’t handle it when other cats use sarcasm, though. She’s no good at all at detecting it, despite the fact that she uses it so constantly, and she easily gets flustered when other cats confuse her.
This brown-and-gold she-cat isn’t afraid to speak in front of her Clanmates, either. Not scared of other cats thinking badly of her, she’s very open about her opinions.
History:
Honeypaw was born a tiny kit, alone in the nursery. She had a brother that looked just like her, who was a stillborn. Honeykit’s mother, a tortoiseshell tabby she-cat with green eyes, was heartbroken at her second kit’s death, since Honeykit and her brother looked almost exactly like their father, who had drowned in the river a moon before their birth. Her mother was very overprotective of Honeykit, which might have been the reason the kit became so independant; she didn't like being constantly fussed over.
Apprenticeship so far has not been hard at all for Honeypaw. Due to her rapid confidence gain as a kit she was never timid, or afraid to talk to older cats. Sometimes she disobeys orders because she didn’t like them very much, but most of the time she listens to her elders and does what they expect of her.
Role Play Example:
Silverleaf sat crouched in a swaying patch of heather, the breeze rippling her silver-gray fur as well. Heaving a great sigh, blue-green eyes troubled, the warrior rolled onto her back and glanced up to the sky, where shades of orange, violet, and red were spread across the sky. It was the end of the day again, the time when the sun set, causing the lake to turn blood-red with the reflected sunset.
The gray cat sighed again, and forced a smile on her face. It could be worse. She could be terribly injured, or be an outcast. The sense of loneliness that she had right now could be even greater; she briefly recalled the wonderful feelings of her earlier life, of friendship.
She stared at the sky until the first glitters of Silverpelt began to appear, little white dots in the dark purple sky. The grass underneath her silver-gray pelt was long and cool, as if soothing her heated troubles.
By the time the whole disc of the moon was above the horizon, Silverleaf's eyes had closed, and she drifted into a doze. Breathing softly and evenly, she soon found herself standing in a tree-surrounded glade.
She glanced around wildly, wondering where she was, and her bright eyes caught the shape of a dark gray shadow in the ferns. "Who are you?" she asked, her voice hoarse. What was she doing here?
There was no response, but suddenly, the loneliness Silverleaf had been feeling ebbed, leaving her with a warm glow. Then she was opening her eyes again, to see the moon almost a quarter up in the sky and the stars twinkling even brighter.
yeah, one of meh good ones. XD
Other: Nope. ^^