Post by John Lennon on Dec 30, 2007 21:00:52 GMT -5
Name: Pepperheart (for, you guessed it, Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band! =DD)
Age: 20 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Pepperpaw is a dark brown she-cat, dappled black. Her tail, which is slightly longer than most cats her age, and paws are both solid black. There's a tiny dash of white on her chest, but it's hardly noticeable at first glance. Her ears are also slightly bigger than most other cats her age, but they know not to pick on her. Her eyes are a bright amber, more on the yellow side than the reddish-brown side, and she makes all sorts of goofy glares and faces with them.
Personality: Pepperpaw's tongue sure looks normal, but it snaps a lot. Sarcastic comments, witty remarks, jokes, and all other sorts of smart aleck replies find their way through Pepperpaw's mouth. She never wants to deliberately bring someone down or hurt anyone's feelings, but it happens sometimes. She's always truly sorry, but she's just not very good with sympathy, or finding the right words to patch things up. She loves adventure and taking risks, but she often get carried away. And though it's easy to perceive Pepperpaw as so, she isn't the jealous type, she just never ceases to try and be the best.
History: Pepperpaw doesn't have much of an interesting history, she was a pretty normal kitten-cat. But her parents were big fans of the Beatles so they named her after Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band...
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Being serious now xDD
Pepperpaw was born normally with no interesting things or oddities. Her parents were normal and not sociopaths. Though for a while she was teased about her big ears by other kits and apprentices. Pepperpaw took it for a while, just ignoring everyone. But soon she got incredibly irritated with the comments she received. Pepperpaw viciously (or as vicious as a kit can get) attacked the next person to tease her. The other cat was older than her, but she did cause some blood to splatter. After that the teasing stopped. And Pepperpaw lived happily ever after!
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Role Play Example: (this is my first RP post on an RP forum evarrr... it's from CD so yeah xD)
Mossfur pushed through the undergrowth of BrambleClan territory. She wasn't used to hunting in a forest, being a MistClan cat and all, but in order to make BrambleClan no more she'd need adapt. This wasn't Mossfur's first hunt in Brambleclan territory, but she wasn't trained here so it still took some extra thought to catch prey in the forest rather than in the lake like normal.
Mossfur lifted her head and drew in all the scents around her. She could scent mouse and after a couple moments of concentration she pinpointed its location. The small creature was scuffling across the forest floor over dead leaves. Mossfur dropped into a crouch, her weight on her haunches, and began to creep forward. With each movement Mossfur hoped her prety wasn't scared away, and so far the hunt was going well. Once Mossfur was close enough she leaped up and landed squarely on the mouse. She bit its neck and death flowed through the body of the mouse like blood through veins.
Other: Female, since there's no other place to put it. And her warrior nameso has to be IS Pepperheart <3333
Age: 20 moons
Rank: warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Pepperpaw is a dark brown she-cat, dappled black. Her tail, which is slightly longer than most cats her age, and paws are both solid black. There's a tiny dash of white on her chest, but it's hardly noticeable at first glance. Her ears are also slightly bigger than most other cats her age, but they know not to pick on her. Her eyes are a bright amber, more on the yellow side than the reddish-brown side, and she makes all sorts of goofy glares and faces with them.
Personality: Pepperpaw's tongue sure looks normal, but it snaps a lot. Sarcastic comments, witty remarks, jokes, and all other sorts of smart aleck replies find their way through Pepperpaw's mouth. She never wants to deliberately bring someone down or hurt anyone's feelings, but it happens sometimes. She's always truly sorry, but she's just not very good with sympathy, or finding the right words to patch things up. She loves adventure and taking risks, but she often get carried away. And though it's easy to perceive Pepperpaw as so, she isn't the jealous type, she just never ceases to try and be the best.
History: Pepperpaw doesn't have much of an interesting history, she was a pretty normal kitten-cat. But her parents were big fans of the Beatles so they named her after Sgt. Pepper's Lonely Hearts Club Band...
...
Being serious now xDD
Pepperpaw was born normally with no interesting things or oddities. Her parents were normal and not sociopaths. Though for a while she was teased about her big ears by other kits and apprentices. Pepperpaw took it for a while, just ignoring everyone. But soon she got incredibly irritated with the comments she received. Pepperpaw viciously (or as vicious as a kit can get) attacked the next person to tease her. The other cat was older than her, but she did cause some blood to splatter. After that the teasing stopped. And Pepperpaw lived happily ever after!
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Role Play Example: (this is my first RP post on an RP forum evarrr... it's from CD so yeah xD)
Mossfur pushed through the undergrowth of BrambleClan territory. She wasn't used to hunting in a forest, being a MistClan cat and all, but in order to make BrambleClan no more she'd need adapt. This wasn't Mossfur's first hunt in Brambleclan territory, but she wasn't trained here so it still took some extra thought to catch prey in the forest rather than in the lake like normal.
Mossfur lifted her head and drew in all the scents around her. She could scent mouse and after a couple moments of concentration she pinpointed its location. The small creature was scuffling across the forest floor over dead leaves. Mossfur dropped into a crouch, her weight on her haunches, and began to creep forward. With each movement Mossfur hoped her prety wasn't scared away, and so far the hunt was going well. Once Mossfur was close enough she leaped up and landed squarely on the mouse. She bit its neck and death flowed through the body of the mouse like blood through veins.
Other: Female, since there's no other place to put it. And her warrior name