Post by streamy on Jan 17, 2008 18:19:30 GMT -5
Name:
GLASSpaw
Age:
Nine Moons
Rank:
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan:
GustClan
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Physical Description:
She is a very small cat with a long face. Her fur is pure white with light brown tabby patches on her head, back, and tail. Her ears are very pointy and tufted on top. Her eyes are slanted and very dark around the edges, dark blue-green flecked with gold. They are like the sea in the spring, rolling with emotion with bits of sun among the waves.
Her long white tail ends in a patch of brown tabby fur. Her sharp, angular head is tipped with a light pink nose and long, thin whiskers that twitch often, whether in amusement or annoyance or even worry.
Personality:
She is quiet and calm, but also very kind and gentle. She takes care of all her friends, and is nice to almost all cats.
She is also very peaceful and hates fighting, and Mirrorpaw always tries to avoid unnecessary fights. That's why the young cat chose to follow the path of a medicine cat, healing the wounded instead of battling. But if forced to fight for her Clan, Glasspaw will.
Glasspaw, surprisingly, has almost no apprentice friends. For some reason, cats her age don't seem to like her. Mostly, she hangs out with her mentor, obviously, and older warriors and elders. She has a soft spot for kits and enjoys visiting the nursery.
History:
Mirror was a rogue who was born in a forest close to a two-leg castle. And traveled all over the place with her mother and twin sister. But one day,when they were passing through NightClan territory, a group of nasty rouges attacked them and Mirror got separated from them. And she never found out what happened to them.
She wandered around the forest for a while and found the GustClan camp, and they accepted her into the Clan. She became Glasspaw since there was already a Mirrorpaw, is growing up happily in her adopted Clan and became a smart, loyal apprentice. Soon she decided to become a medicine cat apprentice, and began following that path, in StarClan's direction.
A small, white shape padded through the heather. Sharp ears pricked up as the cat heard a sound--a strange one, in the middle of the night. The sound of cats. Discussing ((Moonhigh patrol coming in)).
She opened her mouth and breathed in. The scent of cats reached her, the scent of many cats. Nursing queens, grown cats, younger cats like her, kits. The smell was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and padded forward to the bramble wall over which the scent came. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted through the protective plants. There! Dens. A lot of them. Fresh-kill!
She was reminded of her hunger as her belly moaned. Inward, she told it to shut up--she did not want to be discovered just yet.
There were cats near the pile of prey, discussing. Three or four of them. They were muscular and lithe, even the younger cat about her age. Where were the others?
As the moon came over her head, she was reminded. Moonhigh. They were most probably asleep.
Then the head of the young tabby she-cat snapped in Mirror's direction. Both sets of green eyes widened.
Who's there?
Role Play Example:
Stretching out, Lunarpelt let his paws move the dirt beneath him as his mouth opened in a large yawn, tongue curling out before snapping back in. Standing up, his back legs reached out behind him as he took a few steps forward than casually took a seat upon the cold dirt and grass. Deep topaz eyes scoured the area idly and by the misty dew on the grass beneath him, he could tell the light had just risen. His black ears idly twitched as he listened to the surroundings, head slowly turning about as his fur glistened in the dim light. Knowing all to well where he was, he pushed his rear up and off the ground as he began to move forward, his white furred belly giving a gentle grumble in hunger. "Oh be quiet," Lunarpelt mumbled to his stomach knowing he was quite famished and would need something for a good feast. The black and white pelt didn't give him a lot of camouflage in this terrain, but he would have to figure something out. Paws padded against the grass as his eyes surveyed the forest, searching for anything that would saute his rumbling tummy.
There didn't seem to be much at first glance, a few small prey running about, but nothing that would help. Knowing this was going to be a long hunger, Lunarpelt pressed on, searching for berries, if there were any around to be seen. Being a loner, he knew a lot more than others, but it also gave him the disadvantage of always being in a new area. Progressing slowly through the forest, his eyes caught hold of a some rocks just beyond the forest. By now his curiosity got the better of him and he pushed to wards the rather sunny place. As he exited the cool shade of the forest, the sun seemed to be rather vibrant in this area, yet it was nice. Slowly padding over the rocks, Lunarpelt made sure to take careful steps, not wanting to accidentally hurt himself in the process of hunting. Stopping, his ears perked and twitched as he listened to the soft scrambling of mice, or at least that was his best guess. Drawing closer to the snake-infested rocks, he stalked forward, his eyes glaring ahead in hopes of spotting something.
Freezing instantly, his eyes caught hold of a mouse, standing a pounce and a leap away and the mouse stared back at him. Lunarpelt didn't make a move as the mouse idly stood up, its nose wiggling about as it sniffed the air, curious to know what was just before it. Licking his tongue over his maw, Lunarpelt' rear wiggled just before he pounced. Sadly the mouse managed to be quicker this time, but Lunarpelt didn't let that stop him as he leaped forward again. This time his paws managed to catch the mouse by its tail and Lunarpelt pressed his paw hard upon it as he stared at the mouse. Tilting his head either which way, he knew his stomach was hungry, yet his mind said go meet her; it was a difficult decision, for many reasons.
He was acting like an apprentice, playing, in an effort to stall.
He'd tried to block away thoughts of....her ever since she'd rejected him. But their friendship was coming back...at least for now it was. She'd asked him to meet her here, among the adders, the day before. As he neared the other side of Snakerocks, he sighed. He'd have to confront her sooner or later...he'd heard her settle onto the largest rock, his favorite one. Adders slipped around him, into small crevices near his paws, but he ignored them. One last leap and he landed beside Leopardfur.
Yes?
His mew wasn't...cold...but it was quite emotionless. He didn't want to...explode or open up too much in front of her. Again.
Other: Yeah, this bio sucks...but I can add more later. And the IC was a bit long for me...hehe.
GLASSpaw
Age:
Nine Moons
Rank:
Medicine Cat Apprentice
Clan:
GustClan
~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~.~
Physical Description:
She is a very small cat with a long face. Her fur is pure white with light brown tabby patches on her head, back, and tail. Her ears are very pointy and tufted on top. Her eyes are slanted and very dark around the edges, dark blue-green flecked with gold. They are like the sea in the spring, rolling with emotion with bits of sun among the waves.
Her long white tail ends in a patch of brown tabby fur. Her sharp, angular head is tipped with a light pink nose and long, thin whiskers that twitch often, whether in amusement or annoyance or even worry.
Personality:
She is quiet and calm, but also very kind and gentle. She takes care of all her friends, and is nice to almost all cats.
She is also very peaceful and hates fighting, and Mirrorpaw always tries to avoid unnecessary fights. That's why the young cat chose to follow the path of a medicine cat, healing the wounded instead of battling. But if forced to fight for her Clan, Glasspaw will.
Glasspaw, surprisingly, has almost no apprentice friends. For some reason, cats her age don't seem to like her. Mostly, she hangs out with her mentor, obviously, and older warriors and elders. She has a soft spot for kits and enjoys visiting the nursery.
History:
Mirror was a rogue who was born in a forest close to a two-leg castle. And traveled all over the place with her mother and twin sister. But one day,when they were passing through NightClan territory, a group of nasty rouges attacked them and Mirror got separated from them. And she never found out what happened to them.
She wandered around the forest for a while and found the GustClan camp, and they accepted her into the Clan. She became Glasspaw since there was already a Mirrorpaw, is growing up happily in her adopted Clan and became a smart, loyal apprentice. Soon she decided to become a medicine cat apprentice, and began following that path, in StarClan's direction.
A small, white shape padded through the heather. Sharp ears pricked up as the cat heard a sound--a strange one, in the middle of the night. The sound of cats. Discussing ((Moonhigh patrol coming in)).
She opened her mouth and breathed in. The scent of cats reached her, the scent of many cats. Nursing queens, grown cats, younger cats like her, kits. The smell was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and padded forward to the bramble wall over which the scent came. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted through the protective plants. There! Dens. A lot of them. Fresh-kill!
She was reminded of her hunger as her belly moaned. Inward, she told it to shut up--she did not want to be discovered just yet.
There were cats near the pile of prey, discussing. Three or four of them. They were muscular and lithe, even the younger cat about her age. Where were the others?
As the moon came over her head, she was reminded. Moonhigh. They were most probably asleep.
Then the head of the young tabby she-cat snapped in Mirror's direction. Both sets of green eyes widened.
Who's there?
Role Play Example:
Stretching out, Lunarpelt let his paws move the dirt beneath him as his mouth opened in a large yawn, tongue curling out before snapping back in. Standing up, his back legs reached out behind him as he took a few steps forward than casually took a seat upon the cold dirt and grass. Deep topaz eyes scoured the area idly and by the misty dew on the grass beneath him, he could tell the light had just risen. His black ears idly twitched as he listened to the surroundings, head slowly turning about as his fur glistened in the dim light. Knowing all to well where he was, he pushed his rear up and off the ground as he began to move forward, his white furred belly giving a gentle grumble in hunger. "Oh be quiet," Lunarpelt mumbled to his stomach knowing he was quite famished and would need something for a good feast. The black and white pelt didn't give him a lot of camouflage in this terrain, but he would have to figure something out. Paws padded against the grass as his eyes surveyed the forest, searching for anything that would saute his rumbling tummy.
There didn't seem to be much at first glance, a few small prey running about, but nothing that would help. Knowing this was going to be a long hunger, Lunarpelt pressed on, searching for berries, if there were any around to be seen. Being a loner, he knew a lot more than others, but it also gave him the disadvantage of always being in a new area. Progressing slowly through the forest, his eyes caught hold of a some rocks just beyond the forest. By now his curiosity got the better of him and he pushed to wards the rather sunny place. As he exited the cool shade of the forest, the sun seemed to be rather vibrant in this area, yet it was nice. Slowly padding over the rocks, Lunarpelt made sure to take careful steps, not wanting to accidentally hurt himself in the process of hunting. Stopping, his ears perked and twitched as he listened to the soft scrambling of mice, or at least that was his best guess. Drawing closer to the snake-infested rocks, he stalked forward, his eyes glaring ahead in hopes of spotting something.
Freezing instantly, his eyes caught hold of a mouse, standing a pounce and a leap away and the mouse stared back at him. Lunarpelt didn't make a move as the mouse idly stood up, its nose wiggling about as it sniffed the air, curious to know what was just before it. Licking his tongue over his maw, Lunarpelt' rear wiggled just before he pounced. Sadly the mouse managed to be quicker this time, but Lunarpelt didn't let that stop him as he leaped forward again. This time his paws managed to catch the mouse by its tail and Lunarpelt pressed his paw hard upon it as he stared at the mouse. Tilting his head either which way, he knew his stomach was hungry, yet his mind said go meet her; it was a difficult decision, for many reasons.
He was acting like an apprentice, playing, in an effort to stall.
He'd tried to block away thoughts of....her ever since she'd rejected him. But their friendship was coming back...at least for now it was. She'd asked him to meet her here, among the adders, the day before. As he neared the other side of Snakerocks, he sighed. He'd have to confront her sooner or later...he'd heard her settle onto the largest rock, his favorite one. Adders slipped around him, into small crevices near his paws, but he ignored them. One last leap and he landed beside Leopardfur.
Yes?
His mew wasn't...cold...but it was quite emotionless. He didn't want to...explode or open up too much in front of her. Again.
Other: Yeah, this bio sucks...but I can add more later. And the IC was a bit long for me...hehe.
