Post by ¤.Evelyn.¤ on Jun 15, 2007 17:52:09 GMT -5
Name: Dawnpelt
Gender: she-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: DrizzleClan
Rank: deputy
Description: Dawnpelt is a pretty ginger she-cat with amber eyes. Her fur is like the cloud's fluff. She has very long whiskers and she has very long, hooked claws. Her whiskers are actually an orange shade. She has white paws and a white tail tip.
Personality: She an obtrusive, defiant character, who is very protective of her roots. She likes to hunt, though she is not incredibly good at it. Her demeanor is very upper class, but she has gained a down to earth air since coming to the Clan. When contented she seems to glow, her presense seems to indicate a pearly sheen. When speaking to the leader, she is respectful and calm, and will voice her opinion only when asked. Her normal expression is one of acceptance and quiet joy.
History: Dawnpelt, then Ginger, was one of a litter of four, born in a small Twoleg place. Out of all the kits born, Ginger was the only one who resembled her father. She was also the one that obtained her fathers demeanor of aloof obscurities. But Ginger would stare long and hard into the forest outside her door, without ever traipsing into the unknown. Her housefolk made the decision for her. Late one night, they took her, and her siblings, out to a small secluded place near the base of a mountain, and left them their. The rain was pouring down, and the kits were hungry, as they had not yet been weaned, and were dependant on their mother.
The kits were found the next day, by a queen from DrizzleClan. One of the kits had already died from hunger and cold; the other three had obtained whitecough, and were close to starvation. The queen, the now-deceased Rosepool, took the kits to the current medicine cat Ligningstrike. Another of the kits died from greencough, but Ginger and Nishhoo (now Clawburst), still remain. Dawnpelt first noticed Thornfur when she was an apprentice, and he was a young warrior. She noticed the glimmer in his eyes after each rain fall, and how he was kind to the young kits. She became his close friend, until he died in a rouge raid. She still mourns him.
RPing Ex: ::This might not fit the territory:: A large gray cloud drifted in front of the sun, blocking its warm rays of light. One a boulder below crouched a petite ginger she-cat, paws folded neatly under her. As the sunlight faded and the cloud moved entirely in front of it, she twitched her ears, seeming to sense the change in the environment. She opened his eyes and then slowly rose to his paws, tilting her head up towards the sky. She pricked her ears forward, seeing that the sun had been blocked out and then let out a quiet sigh.
An icy wind began to blow as the storm moved in, sending chills along his back. Dawnpelt stretched slightly and then leapt from the boulder, landing with a soft thud in the grass below. As she began to trot off towards the camp there was a loud clap of thunder and a light mist of water began to rain down from the sky. The she-cat let out a faint hiss, sprinting for the cover of the trees.
Codeword: «accepted»
Could someone make Clawburst please? It's a tomcat.
Gender: she-cat
Age: 16 moons
Clan: DrizzleClan
Rank: deputy
Description: Dawnpelt is a pretty ginger she-cat with amber eyes. Her fur is like the cloud's fluff. She has very long whiskers and she has very long, hooked claws. Her whiskers are actually an orange shade. She has white paws and a white tail tip.
Personality: She an obtrusive, defiant character, who is very protective of her roots. She likes to hunt, though she is not incredibly good at it. Her demeanor is very upper class, but she has gained a down to earth air since coming to the Clan. When contented she seems to glow, her presense seems to indicate a pearly sheen. When speaking to the leader, she is respectful and calm, and will voice her opinion only when asked. Her normal expression is one of acceptance and quiet joy.
History: Dawnpelt, then Ginger, was one of a litter of four, born in a small Twoleg place. Out of all the kits born, Ginger was the only one who resembled her father. She was also the one that obtained her fathers demeanor of aloof obscurities. But Ginger would stare long and hard into the forest outside her door, without ever traipsing into the unknown. Her housefolk made the decision for her. Late one night, they took her, and her siblings, out to a small secluded place near the base of a mountain, and left them their. The rain was pouring down, and the kits were hungry, as they had not yet been weaned, and were dependant on their mother.
The kits were found the next day, by a queen from DrizzleClan. One of the kits had already died from hunger and cold; the other three had obtained whitecough, and were close to starvation. The queen, the now-deceased Rosepool, took the kits to the current medicine cat Ligningstrike. Another of the kits died from greencough, but Ginger and Nishhoo (now Clawburst), still remain. Dawnpelt first noticed Thornfur when she was an apprentice, and he was a young warrior. She noticed the glimmer in his eyes after each rain fall, and how he was kind to the young kits. She became his close friend, until he died in a rouge raid. She still mourns him.
RPing Ex: ::This might not fit the territory:: A large gray cloud drifted in front of the sun, blocking its warm rays of light. One a boulder below crouched a petite ginger she-cat, paws folded neatly under her. As the sunlight faded and the cloud moved entirely in front of it, she twitched her ears, seeming to sense the change in the environment. She opened his eyes and then slowly rose to his paws, tilting her head up towards the sky. She pricked her ears forward, seeing that the sun had been blocked out and then let out a quiet sigh.
An icy wind began to blow as the storm moved in, sending chills along his back. Dawnpelt stretched slightly and then leapt from the boulder, landing with a soft thud in the grass below. As she began to trot off towards the camp there was a loud clap of thunder and a light mist of water began to rain down from the sky. The she-cat let out a faint hiss, sprinting for the cover of the trees.
Codeword: «accepted»
Could someone make Clawburst please? It's a tomcat.
