Post by Blood on Jun 21, 2008 22:02:13 GMT -5
Name:
Windpaw
Age:
6 moons
Sex:
Female
Breed:
Turkish Van
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
BoneClan
Physical Description:
Windpaw is a small, supple she-cat with long, sturdy legs. Her claws are more blunt than sharp, but she has enough muscle behind her swings to knock someone clean off their paws. Her fore claws can easily bruise and more or less rip and pull rather than slice and tear, which is much more painful. Her back claws are incredibly sharp, the opposite of most cats who have sharp front claws and blunt hind claws. Windpaw's fur is medium in length, but silky smooth and as soft as bird down to the touch. Her base coat is white than the purest snow. She is of the Turkish Van breed, so she has an amazing fetish for water, she can swim almost as good as a fish. Standard to her breed, she has fiery orange markings. Her tail is completely doused in the vibrant color and her 'helmet' covers both ears the top of her head. The marking on her tail stretches up her spine slightly, marking her different from her breed as well as how her tail lightens slightly at the tip. Her eyes are a light with a fierce, amber fire and her face always has a fierce, sour look.
Picture:
Personality:
Windpaw is nothing like her name. She is not flighty or shy or nervous, in fact, she's quirt the opposite. Windpaw is obnoxious, exuberant, and loud with an extremely hot temper. Windpaw is very arrogant and very much of a bully. Due to being teased because of her strange markings, she is very hateful. She was never treated very fairly and so developed a sour attitude. She is not one to follow other's orders and will openly defy even her leader. For her sake though, she doesn't normally disobey her leader. She's not afraid to voice her opinion though. Windpaw is not afraid to say what is on her mind and she appears to like to see others in pain. She is very fierce, she never backs down from a challenge, even if it means she will lose her life. Despite all this, she is desperate to seek approval of her clanmates and be accepted to the point it kills her. She is only the way she is because she does not know any other way to act.
History:
Everyone believes Windpaw to be the daughter of the deceased Snowfoot and Bramblevine. Bramblevine died short of his mate's conceiving of her kittens. Snowfoot died two moons before her kit was made an apprentice. Windpaw never had a mother-like figure in her family. Snowfoot grieved deeply over her mates death and thus was never much of a good mother. But Windpaw's true parents are Frosteyes of BoneClan and Tsume of the loners. Frosteyes was heavily pregnant when she disappeared from the nursery. She gave birth one stormy night and left Windpaw in the care of her dear friend Snowfoot, who had lost both kits of her litter that same night. Frosteyes's current location and condition is unknown. A young warrior took Windpaw under his wing when she was orphaned at the age of four moons. Windpaw learned from him why she was shunned and who her real parents are, but that she must keep it a secret. Windpaw had a crush as a kit on the recently deceased apprentice, Stonepaw. When he died, she lost all reason to remain the innocent kitten she was.
Role Play Example:
-taken from another RPG site. And extremely sorry for the cuss words, even if they are censored-
Tigress spun around, a snarl ripping past her bared teeth. She stopped at the sight of him, bristling, snarling, and snapping her jaws in her blind anger. She spun round and began to pace, snapping at the direction of the innocent plant.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! My so called 'destiny' is to go back to the clans! If I don't, I won't find myself, they say. Well you know what!" She spun around flash her teeth as she leaped to a high ledge, her cry of rage like a thorny whip in the face as she shouted to the darkening sky. "**** YOU! KISS MY LOVELY ***, ********!" And again she gave a howl to top it off, louder than before, though her angry was quickly leaking away. This was her first outburst in the past two weeks. She was getting better at holding her anger, but when she released it, it was always stronger than the last time. Tigress spun around again, her claws flashing in the air as she sliced over and over again at a boulder, her teeth leaving their marks as well. Before long, her anger spent, Tigress stood to the side, her legs and body shaking as she fought to rein in her anger, her gums bleeding slightly from the onslaught she had given them. Tigress took a deep breath and tilted her head back, a single, high, thin call drifting into the air and down the mountain side, calling, searching for the lupine runner of the night skies. Already she knew what to do to escape this. Featherwhip never said she had to go in her cat form, she'd go in her wolf form. She'd get Blade to help her modify her scars and appearance slightly, dim all relations one might have between her and Mothpaw. She'd get Nightrun to help her somehow, someway, pass the message on to the cats...and the one who needed to be reassured she was no longer 'alive.'
Other:
The Turkish Van cat is also known as the 'Swimming Cat,' which explains Windpaw's fascination with water.
Windpaw
Age:
6 moons
Sex:
Female
Breed:
Turkish Van
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
BoneClan
Physical Description:
Windpaw is a small, supple she-cat with long, sturdy legs. Her claws are more blunt than sharp, but she has enough muscle behind her swings to knock someone clean off their paws. Her fore claws can easily bruise and more or less rip and pull rather than slice and tear, which is much more painful. Her back claws are incredibly sharp, the opposite of most cats who have sharp front claws and blunt hind claws. Windpaw's fur is medium in length, but silky smooth and as soft as bird down to the touch. Her base coat is white than the purest snow. She is of the Turkish Van breed, so she has an amazing fetish for water, she can swim almost as good as a fish. Standard to her breed, she has fiery orange markings. Her tail is completely doused in the vibrant color and her 'helmet' covers both ears the top of her head. The marking on her tail stretches up her spine slightly, marking her different from her breed as well as how her tail lightens slightly at the tip. Her eyes are a light with a fierce, amber fire and her face always has a fierce, sour look.
Picture:
Personality:
Windpaw is nothing like her name. She is not flighty or shy or nervous, in fact, she's quirt the opposite. Windpaw is obnoxious, exuberant, and loud with an extremely hot temper. Windpaw is very arrogant and very much of a bully. Due to being teased because of her strange markings, she is very hateful. She was never treated very fairly and so developed a sour attitude. She is not one to follow other's orders and will openly defy even her leader. For her sake though, she doesn't normally disobey her leader. She's not afraid to voice her opinion though. Windpaw is not afraid to say what is on her mind and she appears to like to see others in pain. She is very fierce, she never backs down from a challenge, even if it means she will lose her life. Despite all this, she is desperate to seek approval of her clanmates and be accepted to the point it kills her. She is only the way she is because she does not know any other way to act.
History:
Everyone believes Windpaw to be the daughter of the deceased Snowfoot and Bramblevine. Bramblevine died short of his mate's conceiving of her kittens. Snowfoot died two moons before her kit was made an apprentice. Windpaw never had a mother-like figure in her family. Snowfoot grieved deeply over her mates death and thus was never much of a good mother. But Windpaw's true parents are Frosteyes of BoneClan and Tsume of the loners. Frosteyes was heavily pregnant when she disappeared from the nursery. She gave birth one stormy night and left Windpaw in the care of her dear friend Snowfoot, who had lost both kits of her litter that same night. Frosteyes's current location and condition is unknown. A young warrior took Windpaw under his wing when she was orphaned at the age of four moons. Windpaw learned from him why she was shunned and who her real parents are, but that she must keep it a secret. Windpaw had a crush as a kit on the recently deceased apprentice, Stonepaw. When he died, she lost all reason to remain the innocent kitten she was.
Role Play Example:
-taken from another RPG site. And extremely sorry for the cuss words, even if they are censored-
Tigress spun around, a snarl ripping past her bared teeth. She stopped at the sight of him, bristling, snarling, and snapping her jaws in her blind anger. She spun round and began to pace, snapping at the direction of the innocent plant.
"I'll tell you what's wrong! My so called 'destiny' is to go back to the clans! If I don't, I won't find myself, they say. Well you know what!" She spun around flash her teeth as she leaped to a high ledge, her cry of rage like a thorny whip in the face as she shouted to the darkening sky. "**** YOU! KISS MY LOVELY ***, ********!" And again she gave a howl to top it off, louder than before, though her angry was quickly leaking away. This was her first outburst in the past two weeks. She was getting better at holding her anger, but when she released it, it was always stronger than the last time. Tigress spun around again, her claws flashing in the air as she sliced over and over again at a boulder, her teeth leaving their marks as well. Before long, her anger spent, Tigress stood to the side, her legs and body shaking as she fought to rein in her anger, her gums bleeding slightly from the onslaught she had given them. Tigress took a deep breath and tilted her head back, a single, high, thin call drifting into the air and down the mountain side, calling, searching for the lupine runner of the night skies. Already she knew what to do to escape this. Featherwhip never said she had to go in her cat form, she'd go in her wolf form. She'd get Blade to help her modify her scars and appearance slightly, dim all relations one might have between her and Mothpaw. She'd get Nightrun to help her somehow, someway, pass the message on to the cats...and the one who needed to be reassured she was no longer 'alive.'
Other:
The Turkish Van cat is also known as the 'Swimming Cat,' which explains Windpaw's fascination with water.
