Post by Heathertail on Jan 20, 2008 17:10:51 GMT -5
Name: Heathertail
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description:
Heathertail is a beautiful, lithe she-cat. Her soft ginger-and-white pelt is fluffy and thick; it sways with her movements in the way that a breeze moves the leaves in the forest. Her tail seems never ending, and curls upwards to the sky in an elegant curve. The fur on her face is thin, but the colours accentuate her soft, fern-green eyes. She has a small pink nose and her long whiskers make her rounded mussel seem longer than it is. The rest of her body is thin and compact; Heathertail doesn’t have obvious muscle mass but is much stranger than she may portray. Her legs are short, not very good for chasing down squirrels, but the pads on her feet are tough and she has more stamina than speed in her small, well-packed form.
Personality:
Heathertail is as kind as she is beautiful, and has an air of wisdom about her, unusual for her youth. Her head is always on straight, never clouded by uncertainty or bad judgment. She tends to take to other cats fairly well due to her naturally sweet nature, however at times she can be rather shy and inwardly spoken. Her ambitions are pure, as can be expected of any proud young warrior, and her will to support her Clan cannot be denied by her comrades and den-mates. But despite her overall kind nature and level headedness, when she is on duty Heathertail becomes no less aggressive than the other warriors. Her size and short legs are a slight disadvantage when hunting, but on the battle field and on border patrols she is swift, cunning and agile; a worthy opponent and a loyal warrior for any leader to be proud of. And in return for the praise of her superiors, Heathertail is endlessly loyal to her Clan, her friends and to her life in the forest. Never would the thought of abandoning her home cross her mind.
History:
Heathertail was born into BoneClan to a beautiful queen by the name of Riverpelt, and her mate Silverclaw. Both were proud warriors, but neither one of them expected to have kits so soon. Riverpelt had only just become a warrior when she fell in love with Heathertail’s father, and they were both too young and reckless to think twice about the consequences of their actions. When they found out that they were going to have kits, the young queen had no idea what to do. She had wanted to excel into a powerful warrior, and had not planned on such a set-back. Still, her mate supported her and, after a while, she became used to the idea of having a family. But three days before her expected kitting, something wasn’t right. She was forced to give birth early, and in the end, only one of her litter survived. The medicine cat told Riverpelt that none of her children had lived, except for Heathertail, who was expected to live only until the next sunrise. But she was stronger than the Clan thought she was, and started to grow into a surprisingly healthy kit.
As she grew, Heathertail became more and more like her mother; beautiful and kind, with a strong heart. The moons passed too quickly for Riverpelt and Silverclaw, and when it came time for their only daughter to become an apprentice, they couldn’t have been happier. Heathertail excelled in her training, surprising both her mentor and her parents with her new found skills and intellect. But even as she grew more and more into a gorgeous young she-cat, she never let it go to her head. She remained modest, even when she was finally given her warrior name, and to this day she doesn’t allow the comments of others to faze her cool, collected mind. Meanwhile, her parents grew to a happy old age while watching the child of their only litter grow and become the warrior that she is today, and died in the elder’s den knowing that their daughter did not make the same mistakes that they did in their youth.
Role Play Example:
[[This Example is featuring one of Snowkit’s up-and-coming characters! She said it was alright, so I hope this doesn’t count as power playing :3]]
A cool, fresh breeze blowing across her nose woke Heathertail from her sleep. She slowly blinked open her fern-green eyes, and for a moment was confused by what she saw. She knew she was in the Warrior’s den, but all she could see was a thick wall of pale grey and the air surrounding her felt damp and clung to her pelt. Only the ground at her paw-tips was visible. She just stared around herself in confusion, her tired mind still not processing what was all around her, until finally she realized that a thick fog had settled over the camp while she had been sleeping. Embarrassment made her ears burn, and she shook her narrow head to clear the sleep completely from her mind. Squinting through the fog, the she-cat scrambled to her paws and padded out into the camp clearing. Outside, the air was slightly clearer, but there were only shadows and dark blurs of other cats and the bone fence that surrounded their home. Heathertail’s jaws opened wide in a yawn, and she could taste the recent rainfall on the damp wind as it blew over her scent glands. She blinked at the fog. Would hunting be a possibility right now? Perhaps the fog was thinner in the forest? She wondered whether or not she would head out and see for herself. Maybe another cat would agree to go with her; she didn’t like being alone on patrol.
With a nod of her head, the young warrior turned and padded through the fog farther into the center of the camp, until a figure of one of her Clan-mates came into view. He was facing away from her, and because his pelt was blurred in the mist, she couldn’t tell who it was right away. “Good morning!” Heathertail called out, approaching the other cat with a smile. But when she came round to face him, the grin fell from her thin face. “Oh, h-hey Lionclaw!” She stammered. She had not expected to see the ginger tabby this morning. Heathertail had only truly spoken him about a moon ago, but since then she had begun to notice how handsome he was. His sturdy frame and muscular body were enough to distract her from even the fattest mouse, sitting right in her path. For a moment, she sat gazing at him with her jaws slightly parted, and he looked back at her as though waiting for something to happen. When she finally realized that she was staring, Heathertail quickly closed her mouth and adopted the most genuine smile she could muster. “Beautiful morning isn’t it?” She exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. Lionclaw nodded only half-heartedly. “I guess.” He mumbled, glancing around. Heathertail took no notice of his obvious confusion and just barreled onward. “Listen, I was just headed out for a hunt. Would you care to join me?” She asked. The ginger warrior just squinted at her for a moment. Then, as though suddenly making up his mind he smiled, showing off two rows of perfect, sharp teeth. “I think that’d be nice.” He replied, getting swiftly to his paws. Heathertail immediately followed suit. “After you,” Lionclaw nodded towards a gap in the bone fence, and she quickly seized his chivalrous gesture, trotting with her tail held high towards the camp entrance. A smile spread across her pretty face. She was finally going to have some time alone with the handsome warrior; the one thing she had been wishing for for over a moon.
Other:
Sorry this bio isn't as good as my last one :3 My muse was apparently higher before.
Picture: [Picture Link]
Age: 22 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: BoneClan
Physical Description:
Heathertail is a beautiful, lithe she-cat. Her soft ginger-and-white pelt is fluffy and thick; it sways with her movements in the way that a breeze moves the leaves in the forest. Her tail seems never ending, and curls upwards to the sky in an elegant curve. The fur on her face is thin, but the colours accentuate her soft, fern-green eyes. She has a small pink nose and her long whiskers make her rounded mussel seem longer than it is. The rest of her body is thin and compact; Heathertail doesn’t have obvious muscle mass but is much stranger than she may portray. Her legs are short, not very good for chasing down squirrels, but the pads on her feet are tough and she has more stamina than speed in her small, well-packed form.
Personality:
Heathertail is as kind as she is beautiful, and has an air of wisdom about her, unusual for her youth. Her head is always on straight, never clouded by uncertainty or bad judgment. She tends to take to other cats fairly well due to her naturally sweet nature, however at times she can be rather shy and inwardly spoken. Her ambitions are pure, as can be expected of any proud young warrior, and her will to support her Clan cannot be denied by her comrades and den-mates. But despite her overall kind nature and level headedness, when she is on duty Heathertail becomes no less aggressive than the other warriors. Her size and short legs are a slight disadvantage when hunting, but on the battle field and on border patrols she is swift, cunning and agile; a worthy opponent and a loyal warrior for any leader to be proud of. And in return for the praise of her superiors, Heathertail is endlessly loyal to her Clan, her friends and to her life in the forest. Never would the thought of abandoning her home cross her mind.
History:
Heathertail was born into BoneClan to a beautiful queen by the name of Riverpelt, and her mate Silverclaw. Both were proud warriors, but neither one of them expected to have kits so soon. Riverpelt had only just become a warrior when she fell in love with Heathertail’s father, and they were both too young and reckless to think twice about the consequences of their actions. When they found out that they were going to have kits, the young queen had no idea what to do. She had wanted to excel into a powerful warrior, and had not planned on such a set-back. Still, her mate supported her and, after a while, she became used to the idea of having a family. But three days before her expected kitting, something wasn’t right. She was forced to give birth early, and in the end, only one of her litter survived. The medicine cat told Riverpelt that none of her children had lived, except for Heathertail, who was expected to live only until the next sunrise. But she was stronger than the Clan thought she was, and started to grow into a surprisingly healthy kit.
As she grew, Heathertail became more and more like her mother; beautiful and kind, with a strong heart. The moons passed too quickly for Riverpelt and Silverclaw, and when it came time for their only daughter to become an apprentice, they couldn’t have been happier. Heathertail excelled in her training, surprising both her mentor and her parents with her new found skills and intellect. But even as she grew more and more into a gorgeous young she-cat, she never let it go to her head. She remained modest, even when she was finally given her warrior name, and to this day she doesn’t allow the comments of others to faze her cool, collected mind. Meanwhile, her parents grew to a happy old age while watching the child of their only litter grow and become the warrior that she is today, and died in the elder’s den knowing that their daughter did not make the same mistakes that they did in their youth.
Role Play Example:
[[This Example is featuring one of Snowkit’s up-and-coming characters! She said it was alright, so I hope this doesn’t count as power playing :3]]
A cool, fresh breeze blowing across her nose woke Heathertail from her sleep. She slowly blinked open her fern-green eyes, and for a moment was confused by what she saw. She knew she was in the Warrior’s den, but all she could see was a thick wall of pale grey and the air surrounding her felt damp and clung to her pelt. Only the ground at her paw-tips was visible. She just stared around herself in confusion, her tired mind still not processing what was all around her, until finally she realized that a thick fog had settled over the camp while she had been sleeping. Embarrassment made her ears burn, and she shook her narrow head to clear the sleep completely from her mind. Squinting through the fog, the she-cat scrambled to her paws and padded out into the camp clearing. Outside, the air was slightly clearer, but there were only shadows and dark blurs of other cats and the bone fence that surrounded their home. Heathertail’s jaws opened wide in a yawn, and she could taste the recent rainfall on the damp wind as it blew over her scent glands. She blinked at the fog. Would hunting be a possibility right now? Perhaps the fog was thinner in the forest? She wondered whether or not she would head out and see for herself. Maybe another cat would agree to go with her; she didn’t like being alone on patrol.
With a nod of her head, the young warrior turned and padded through the fog farther into the center of the camp, until a figure of one of her Clan-mates came into view. He was facing away from her, and because his pelt was blurred in the mist, she couldn’t tell who it was right away. “Good morning!” Heathertail called out, approaching the other cat with a smile. But when she came round to face him, the grin fell from her thin face. “Oh, h-hey Lionclaw!” She stammered. She had not expected to see the ginger tabby this morning. Heathertail had only truly spoken him about a moon ago, but since then she had begun to notice how handsome he was. His sturdy frame and muscular body were enough to distract her from even the fattest mouse, sitting right in her path. For a moment, she sat gazing at him with her jaws slightly parted, and he looked back at her as though waiting for something to happen. When she finally realized that she was staring, Heathertail quickly closed her mouth and adopted the most genuine smile she could muster. “Beautiful morning isn’t it?” She exclaimed, a little too enthusiastically. Lionclaw nodded only half-heartedly. “I guess.” He mumbled, glancing around. Heathertail took no notice of his obvious confusion and just barreled onward. “Listen, I was just headed out for a hunt. Would you care to join me?” She asked. The ginger warrior just squinted at her for a moment. Then, as though suddenly making up his mind he smiled, showing off two rows of perfect, sharp teeth. “I think that’d be nice.” He replied, getting swiftly to his paws. Heathertail immediately followed suit. “After you,” Lionclaw nodded towards a gap in the bone fence, and she quickly seized his chivalrous gesture, trotting with her tail held high towards the camp entrance. A smile spread across her pretty face. She was finally going to have some time alone with the handsome warrior; the one thing she had been wishing for for over a moon.
Other:
Sorry this bio isn't as good as my last one :3 My muse was apparently higher before.
Picture: [Picture Link]
