Post by .x.Icestar.x.Winterleaf.x. on Feb 1, 2008 20:27:37 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Gingerpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 Moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Dark ginger she-cat with light green eyes
.x.description.x.
Gingerpaw is a dark colored ginger tabby, her stripes a remarkable red color, sliding over a slightly lighter pelt. White bathes her chest and fringes her tail, lending a little brightness to her coat. Her build is rather small and stocky, making her very strong and quick. Her fur is slightly long, cover her paws when she crouches down for a meal. Pale whiskers fan out around her narrow face, and promonent cheeks give her an air of beauty about her. Dazzling green eyes erupt from her face, and they always seem to be sparkling with amusement and flaring with anger. Her paws are softly tufted with fur, allowing her silent passage out of camp, under the very nose of her dear mentor and leader. Her tail is slightly bushy, but makes great for balance and poise.
.x.personality.x.
Gingerpaw is a cat of her own opinion. She gets a little mouthy at times, earning her many moons helping the elder's and getting chided by Icestar. Her mouth reels off at one hundred miles per hour, and she just can't seem to shut up. Gingerpaw has quite a temper, adding on to her annoying behaviors. Her temper flares like a flame through dry wood, and she has been known to get into fights a lot! But, underneath Gingerpaw's rough outer shell, there is a kind, caring cat who is undoubtedly loyal to her Clan, and will do anything for them. Her rule breaking habits aren't all for the worst. Sometimes her little spits of anger or rebellion wind up for the better, but with Gingerpaw, you just never know!
.x.history.x.
A black figure darted across the Thunderpath. The figure stopped, panting, on the other side from whence she came. Her whiskers trembled as the frightened cat laid a paw in enemy territory, with four kits in her jaws. One kit mewed loudly for food: it’s mew tearing through the night. The black cat set the hungry kits down and licked their matted fur with care. She caressed them with a motherly nature, assuring them comfort that she could not give. A rustle made a nearby bushes leaves quiver. The black cat scented the air, and a growl rumbled deep within her chest. A white she-cat stepped out of the bushes, confident and angry. The moon lit up the cat’s blazing blue eyes. The black cat let out a ferocious hiss and huddled over the kits protectively, swiping her claws at the strong looking cat.
“What are you doing in Fireclan territory? You are an intruder,” the white cat growled. She crouched, and swung her haunches. The rank of Darkclan clung to the black cat’s fur. The Fireclan cat hissed and almost leaped. She stopped herself at mid-leap when her eyes strayed to the kits. Her ice blue eyes softened slightly, “What brings you here?” She said more calmly, though she kept one eye on the intruder.
The black cat hesitated, and then mewed, “The Darkclan leader, Deathstar, saw that they were weak and vowed to kill them! I couldn’t let him do that! He won't stand weakness in his clan.” She sputtered. She was weak and her voice was filled with despair. Her fur hung limply off of her thin frame, revealing a small rib cage. Her yellow eyes pleaded to the Fireclan cat. Sudden recognition flickered in the white cat’s eyes.
“You are Blackfur, Deputy of Darkclan, aren’t you?” She said. Blackfur nodded. Her eyes shone in defeat.
“And you are Icepelt, Deputy of Fireclan. Our clan elders speak of you highly.” She dipped her ebony head slightly, then continued, “But now I am pleading with you, and surrendering what dignity I have left. So please, take these kits into your clan so they will be safe!” Her yellow eyes were filled with desperation. Slowly, Icepelt nodded.
“I will take in these kits to Fireclan, but on one condition.”
"Name it!" Blackfur spat.
"If you ever come in contact with any of them, in battle or not, you must NEVER let them know you are their mother." Icepelt emphasized the “never”. Blackfur let out a small hiss. Then her eyes lit up, as if remembering something.
“Their heritage is not as divided as you may think!” Blackfur said happily. She let her neck fur lie flat and bent down to pick up the kits.
Gingerkit grew up in FireClan, even though, as mentioned above, her lineage lies in DarkClan. She and her siblings, Flamekit and Silverkit, were taken to FireClan. But the fourth kit, Goldkit, had wandered off to WaterClan, growing up there. When Gignerkit became Gignerpaw, only a few short weeks ago, Icestar told them, with Goldpaw sitting nearby, about their heritage and the mysterious prophecy surrounding them all.
Four there will be, but one will be set apart from the rest
Darkness will reign, and the Forest will fall
Four will come in the greatest time of need
And the Forest will shine again
Gingerpaw is determined to find out and fulfill this prophecy, no matter what happens.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Gingerpaw padded softly out of her den, the sunlight streaming over her fur, bathing her in a fiery glow. Her green eyes sparkled in the sun's rays as she look around, making sure no cat would hear. Amusement tickled her belly at how easy it was to sneak out of camp for an early hunt. She wasn't really breaking the warrior code now was she? She was going out to hunt for the clan! Gingerpaw chuckled to herself, making her way towards the entrance of the Camp. Her paws felt soothed by the cold earth she was padding on, and she let out a purr of joy when she crept out, unseen and unheard. Gingerpaw loped away, her feathery tail help high as she went out to find herself a juicy mouse for the Clan.
.x.password.x.
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Gingerpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 Moons
.x.clan.x.
FireClan
.x.quick description.x.
Dark ginger she-cat with light green eyes
.x.description.x.
Gingerpaw is a dark colored ginger tabby, her stripes a remarkable red color, sliding over a slightly lighter pelt. White bathes her chest and fringes her tail, lending a little brightness to her coat. Her build is rather small and stocky, making her very strong and quick. Her fur is slightly long, cover her paws when she crouches down for a meal. Pale whiskers fan out around her narrow face, and promonent cheeks give her an air of beauty about her. Dazzling green eyes erupt from her face, and they always seem to be sparkling with amusement and flaring with anger. Her paws are softly tufted with fur, allowing her silent passage out of camp, under the very nose of her dear mentor and leader. Her tail is slightly bushy, but makes great for balance and poise.
.x.personality.x.
Gingerpaw is a cat of her own opinion. She gets a little mouthy at times, earning her many moons helping the elder's and getting chided by Icestar. Her mouth reels off at one hundred miles per hour, and she just can't seem to shut up. Gingerpaw has quite a temper, adding on to her annoying behaviors. Her temper flares like a flame through dry wood, and she has been known to get into fights a lot! But, underneath Gingerpaw's rough outer shell, there is a kind, caring cat who is undoubtedly loyal to her Clan, and will do anything for them. Her rule breaking habits aren't all for the worst. Sometimes her little spits of anger or rebellion wind up for the better, but with Gingerpaw, you just never know!
.x.history.x.
A black figure darted across the Thunderpath. The figure stopped, panting, on the other side from whence she came. Her whiskers trembled as the frightened cat laid a paw in enemy territory, with four kits in her jaws. One kit mewed loudly for food: it’s mew tearing through the night. The black cat set the hungry kits down and licked their matted fur with care. She caressed them with a motherly nature, assuring them comfort that she could not give. A rustle made a nearby bushes leaves quiver. The black cat scented the air, and a growl rumbled deep within her chest. A white she-cat stepped out of the bushes, confident and angry. The moon lit up the cat’s blazing blue eyes. The black cat let out a ferocious hiss and huddled over the kits protectively, swiping her claws at the strong looking cat.
“What are you doing in Fireclan territory? You are an intruder,” the white cat growled. She crouched, and swung her haunches. The rank of Darkclan clung to the black cat’s fur. The Fireclan cat hissed and almost leaped. She stopped herself at mid-leap when her eyes strayed to the kits. Her ice blue eyes softened slightly, “What brings you here?” She said more calmly, though she kept one eye on the intruder.
The black cat hesitated, and then mewed, “The Darkclan leader, Deathstar, saw that they were weak and vowed to kill them! I couldn’t let him do that! He won't stand weakness in his clan.” She sputtered. She was weak and her voice was filled with despair. Her fur hung limply off of her thin frame, revealing a small rib cage. Her yellow eyes pleaded to the Fireclan cat. Sudden recognition flickered in the white cat’s eyes.
“You are Blackfur, Deputy of Darkclan, aren’t you?” She said. Blackfur nodded. Her eyes shone in defeat.
“And you are Icepelt, Deputy of Fireclan. Our clan elders speak of you highly.” She dipped her ebony head slightly, then continued, “But now I am pleading with you, and surrendering what dignity I have left. So please, take these kits into your clan so they will be safe!” Her yellow eyes were filled with desperation. Slowly, Icepelt nodded.
“I will take in these kits to Fireclan, but on one condition.”
"Name it!" Blackfur spat.
"If you ever come in contact with any of them, in battle or not, you must NEVER let them know you are their mother." Icepelt emphasized the “never”. Blackfur let out a small hiss. Then her eyes lit up, as if remembering something.
“Their heritage is not as divided as you may think!” Blackfur said happily. She let her neck fur lie flat and bent down to pick up the kits.
Gingerkit grew up in FireClan, even though, as mentioned above, her lineage lies in DarkClan. She and her siblings, Flamekit and Silverkit, were taken to FireClan. But the fourth kit, Goldkit, had wandered off to WaterClan, growing up there. When Gignerkit became Gignerpaw, only a few short weeks ago, Icestar told them, with Goldpaw sitting nearby, about their heritage and the mysterious prophecy surrounding them all.
Four there will be, but one will be set apart from the rest
Darkness will reign, and the Forest will fall
Four will come in the greatest time of need
And the Forest will shine again
Gingerpaw is determined to find out and fulfill this prophecy, no matter what happens.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
Gingerpaw padded softly out of her den, the sunlight streaming over her fur, bathing her in a fiery glow. Her green eyes sparkled in the sun's rays as she look around, making sure no cat would hear. Amusement tickled her belly at how easy it was to sneak out of camp for an early hunt. She wasn't really breaking the warrior code now was she? She was going out to hunt for the clan! Gingerpaw chuckled to herself, making her way towards the entrance of the Camp. Her paws felt soothed by the cold earth she was padding on, and she let out a purr of joy when she crept out, unseen and unheard. Gingerpaw loped away, her feathery tail help high as she went out to find herself a juicy mouse for the Clan.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected]
