Post by brightpath on Jan 8, 2008 11:39:28 GMT -5
Name: Brightpath
Age: 24moons
Rank: Umm... Rouge at the moment unless a leader offers me a place in their clan.!!
Clan:Rouge,but if a place in a clan is offered i will take it.
Physical Description: Fluffy, thick furred black she cat with bright yellow eyes. pretty .A small scar on the left of her nose, and on her back left leg. there is a small nick in her right ear from a battle. Very good stalker and hider if this is were it goes? Her tail is covered in long fur.
Personality: Kind and mysterious. previously known for betraying her clan but a lifetime of loneliness has changed her. she hasl has bursts of anger. She is often depressed. Her favourite place is deep in the forest were she would sit silently and prey to starclan. She is very independent but wil acept help gratefully. She makes friends that she wil not lose without a fight! She would like kits. Brightpath is quite distant in how she daydreams and wandfers silently.
History: Mother was called Icewhisker and her father was called Smokepelt.
Her mother died mysteriously when Brightpath was an apprentice. Before she died she gave birth to another kit.Brightpath's brother called Knightheart who she loved dearly but when he died in a battle she lost controll and that was the cause to her rouge lifestyle and depression.
After her mother died Smokepelt had another kit with her new mate, Rosetail. The kit was Brightpaths sister Lilacstorm. She hated her. Here Uncle was called Darkstorm and he had a slight dark Ora about him. She had suspicion to him and questioned his loyalties to the clan.
Role Play Example:
Brightpath watched the stars as if they talked to her. She blinked.
"Starclan, I am lonely . talk to me!" She cried (I'm not that good at starclan scenes)
In the distance, she saw movement in the forest. Brightpath crouched down,lowering out of sight. The fear sent told her they knew she was here , and wasn't expecting her. She pounced at the creature. Eyes wide, she ripped her claws down the cats chest. He wriggled desperately, trying to through Brightpath off. Trying unsuccessfully. Brightpath now realized how young her contender was, and let him go. She blinked as the kit rose to his paws.
"I'm so sorry..I-I..." She asked panicking, but the kit backed away. "For starclan's sake.." She mumbled "what can i do? Are you hurt?"
"Monster!! " And with that the blood covered kit ran away.
She watched as he ran, wondering what clan he was in and whether he would tell his clan. Tell, his clan.
She sat for a while staring up at the stars and back down to where the young kit run away, back to the stars and down to the kits exit.
Her eyes widened as she saw Rosestar and her best warriors strut towards her. The young kit shaking behind them. In his eyes she saw fear in his eyes. He looked at her and gave a look saying sorry. She nodded back.
"Hello there,Rosestar. Enjoying clan life?" She spat
Leaffoot stepped forwards , claws Digging into the ground.
"Easy, Leaffoot, its Okay!" Rosestar said calmly "This is our battle"
sorry if it is more like a story, sorry.
Other: Easily mislead into beleiving things.
Age: 24moons
Rank: Umm... Rouge at the moment unless a leader offers me a place in their clan.!!
Clan:Rouge,but if a place in a clan is offered i will take it.
Physical Description: Fluffy, thick furred black she cat with bright yellow eyes. pretty .A small scar on the left of her nose, and on her back left leg. there is a small nick in her right ear from a battle. Very good stalker and hider if this is were it goes? Her tail is covered in long fur.
Personality: Kind and mysterious. previously known for betraying her clan but a lifetime of loneliness has changed her. she hasl has bursts of anger. She is often depressed. Her favourite place is deep in the forest were she would sit silently and prey to starclan. She is very independent but wil acept help gratefully. She makes friends that she wil not lose without a fight! She would like kits. Brightpath is quite distant in how she daydreams and wandfers silently.
History: Mother was called Icewhisker and her father was called Smokepelt.
Her mother died mysteriously when Brightpath was an apprentice. Before she died she gave birth to another kit.Brightpath's brother called Knightheart who she loved dearly but when he died in a battle she lost controll and that was the cause to her rouge lifestyle and depression.
After her mother died Smokepelt had another kit with her new mate, Rosetail. The kit was Brightpaths sister Lilacstorm. She hated her. Here Uncle was called Darkstorm and he had a slight dark Ora about him. She had suspicion to him and questioned his loyalties to the clan.
Role Play Example:
Brightpath watched the stars as if they talked to her. She blinked.
"Starclan, I am lonely . talk to me!" She cried (I'm not that good at starclan scenes)
In the distance, she saw movement in the forest. Brightpath crouched down,lowering out of sight. The fear sent told her they knew she was here , and wasn't expecting her. She pounced at the creature. Eyes wide, she ripped her claws down the cats chest. He wriggled desperately, trying to through Brightpath off. Trying unsuccessfully. Brightpath now realized how young her contender was, and let him go. She blinked as the kit rose to his paws.
"I'm so sorry..I-I..." She asked panicking, but the kit backed away. "For starclan's sake.." She mumbled "what can i do? Are you hurt?"
"Monster!! " And with that the blood covered kit ran away.
She watched as he ran, wondering what clan he was in and whether he would tell his clan. Tell, his clan.
She sat for a while staring up at the stars and back down to where the young kit run away, back to the stars and down to the kits exit.
Her eyes widened as she saw Rosestar and her best warriors strut towards her. The young kit shaking behind them. In his eyes she saw fear in his eyes. He looked at her and gave a look saying sorry. She nodded back.
"Hello there,Rosestar. Enjoying clan life?" She spat
Leaffoot stepped forwards , claws Digging into the ground.
"Easy, Leaffoot, its Okay!" Rosestar said calmly "This is our battle"
sorry if it is more like a story, sorry.
Other: Easily mislead into beleiving things.