Post by Smoketalon on Jun 4, 2008 16:14:08 GMT -5
Name: Freewing
Age: 27 moons.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Freewing is a mostly black cat with a white tip on her tail and a dark grey underbelly. Her tail is poofy, and Freewing can be found using it as a cushion for kits sometimes. Her eyes, originally a deep blue, are now grey as a direct result from the sickness she caught from a two-leg. Her legs are long, and they're perfect for running - her poofy tail acts as a balance. As another side effect, when Freewing gets sick, she stays sick for a good while. Also, she has a bit of trouble seeing in the dark.
Personality: She has no ill will towards the Two-legs that captured her. Well, technically, she does, but that's besides the point. Freewing's believes it was her fault for being captured, and that she has to deal with the fate that she was given. She loves the apprentices, and she tells them stories sometimes about their ancient leaders and tales of the elders that she learned as a apprentice. She has no apprentice yet, but she hopes to have one eventually so she can help serve her clan. As a young warrior, she does listen to her elders, though she occasionally wishes to just walk away from the whole clan life. She doens't want anything, disease side-effects included, to ruin her life.
History: Freewing lived the average clan life. There was nothing truly special about it except that she contracted a disease after being caught by a group of two-legs while on patrol as an apprentice. Her second part of her warrior name, "wing" came from how well she dealt with what had happened. It took over two moons for Freewing to fully heal. Even then, she was left with nasty side effects. She cannot see well at night, though she can see almost perfectly in the daylight hours. Freewing's mother, Blackshard, was on that patrol and was captured by the two-legs, too. Freewing hasn't seen her mother since and hopes she might be living with the two-legs - that she might return the the clan some day.
Role Play Example:
Freepaw wriggled with excitement as she, her mother, her mentor, and two other warriors patrolled the area for a loner that the deputy had mentioned had gone through. She was itching for a fight so that she could show the other apprentices just how great of a warrior she would be.
It was her mother, not her mentor, that finally set her straight, "Freepaw, you'll end up scaring all the prey away, not to mention the loner! Calm down."
Freepaw sat up straight and licked her chest in discomfort, "Yes, ma'am."
Her mentor mrrowed with laughter at the exchange and the patrol continued on.
A short time later, Freewing froze, her eyes wide. "Mom, what's that?"
Beside her, Blackshard's fur was bristling, and she looked ready for a fight. "Don't know. Not a fox, not a badger."
That was when a two-leg kit dropped from the tree on the patrol's right. It wailed loudly, and the cats watched it with fear, unable to move as two more two-legs, larger ones, moved towards them.
One grabbed Blackshard, the other grabbed Freepaw. The apprentice gave a yowl of terror and bite down furiously on an arm that held her.
The two-leg shouted something and shook Freepaw angrily like a dog or fox would. Before she knew it, the world had turned black, and she was lost.
Freewing awoke with a start, her grey eyes large in the dark of the warriors den.
She gazed around at the other sleeping warriors and shivered with apprehension. "A dream. It was just a dream."
Thought that was what she told herself, it took a while before sleep overcame her again.
Other:
Age: 27 moons.
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Freewing is a mostly black cat with a white tip on her tail and a dark grey underbelly. Her tail is poofy, and Freewing can be found using it as a cushion for kits sometimes. Her eyes, originally a deep blue, are now grey as a direct result from the sickness she caught from a two-leg. Her legs are long, and they're perfect for running - her poofy tail acts as a balance. As another side effect, when Freewing gets sick, she stays sick for a good while. Also, she has a bit of trouble seeing in the dark.
Personality: She has no ill will towards the Two-legs that captured her. Well, technically, she does, but that's besides the point. Freewing's believes it was her fault for being captured, and that she has to deal with the fate that she was given. She loves the apprentices, and she tells them stories sometimes about their ancient leaders and tales of the elders that she learned as a apprentice. She has no apprentice yet, but she hopes to have one eventually so she can help serve her clan. As a young warrior, she does listen to her elders, though she occasionally wishes to just walk away from the whole clan life. She doens't want anything, disease side-effects included, to ruin her life.
History: Freewing lived the average clan life. There was nothing truly special about it except that she contracted a disease after being caught by a group of two-legs while on patrol as an apprentice. Her second part of her warrior name, "wing" came from how well she dealt with what had happened. It took over two moons for Freewing to fully heal. Even then, she was left with nasty side effects. She cannot see well at night, though she can see almost perfectly in the daylight hours. Freewing's mother, Blackshard, was on that patrol and was captured by the two-legs, too. Freewing hasn't seen her mother since and hopes she might be living with the two-legs - that she might return the the clan some day.
Role Play Example:
Freepaw wriggled with excitement as she, her mother, her mentor, and two other warriors patrolled the area for a loner that the deputy had mentioned had gone through. She was itching for a fight so that she could show the other apprentices just how great of a warrior she would be.
It was her mother, not her mentor, that finally set her straight, "Freepaw, you'll end up scaring all the prey away, not to mention the loner! Calm down."
Freepaw sat up straight and licked her chest in discomfort, "Yes, ma'am."
Her mentor mrrowed with laughter at the exchange and the patrol continued on.
A short time later, Freewing froze, her eyes wide. "Mom, what's that?"
Beside her, Blackshard's fur was bristling, and she looked ready for a fight. "Don't know. Not a fox, not a badger."
That was when a two-leg kit dropped from the tree on the patrol's right. It wailed loudly, and the cats watched it with fear, unable to move as two more two-legs, larger ones, moved towards them.
One grabbed Blackshard, the other grabbed Freepaw. The apprentice gave a yowl of terror and bite down furiously on an arm that held her.
The two-leg shouted something and shook Freepaw angrily like a dog or fox would. Before she knew it, the world had turned black, and she was lost.
Freewing awoke with a start, her grey eyes large in the dark of the warriors den.
She gazed around at the other sleeping warriors and shivered with apprehension. "A dream. It was just a dream."
Thought that was what she told herself, it took a while before sleep overcame her again.
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