Post by .F.r.o.z.e.n. |Gorsey| on Feb 1, 2008 20:49:47 GMT -7
.x.name.x.
Forestpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 moons
.x.clan.x.
EarthClan
.x.quick description.x.
Small, dusky gray she-cat with emerald green eyes
.x.description.x.
A sleek dusky gray coat cloaks over Forestpaw's lithe, nimble form. Narrow shoulders and slim, short legs help Forestpaw in her hunting, carrying her over great distances with great speeds. Large ears help Forestpaw to channel even the smallest sounds, enhancing her hunting skills all the more. Her eyes are a piercing emerald green that strike through you, as if searching your past, present and future. fading gray stripes blanket her body, and silver fringes her muzzle and ear tips. Forestpaw's paws are blanketed in white, all four of them decorated with the bright colored furs.
.x.personality.x.
Forestpaw is an outgoing, spunky she-cat with a heart full of curiosity and wonder at the world. Her heart is in the wind and trees, carrying her across her dream world in a frenzy. She loves to run, her nimble legs and ready heart prepared for any feat. Her hunting skills are tip top and her fighting is unique. She does, however, have a temper that flares easily, earning her much criticism. She loves adventure, and has a knack for breaking the rules, intentional or not. She is very quick witted and has a barbed tongue, ready with flames. Her heart, though, is pure in intentions. Many say she is the kindness in the Darkness. She is very kindhearted and keen to the world. Her hopes and dreams are forever flourishing in her restless mind, making it hard for her to concentrate most of the time, and flying her to unknown places.
.x.history.x.
orestpaw was born to a rogue named Sappire whom was very desperate. Sappire had two kits, Honey and Forest. She could barely hunt enough for one, let alone herself and two hungry kits. Sappire traveled many kilometers and many days, news reaching her ears about organizations of cats, living together and flourishing. What a perfect opportunity for her kits! She seized the chance, seeking out these 'Clans' in hopes of finding her kits a good home. She reached the edge of the Forest, wondering which way to go. Four clans she was told existed, and now she had to make a choice. Sappire pondered, knowing her kits were so different. Forest loved to run, and chase tiny leaves across open spaces. And Honey was a kit of the marsh, loving the spongy feeling beneath her paws. Much to her distress, Sappire split the two kits apart, knowing she would never see them again, but wishing for them to be happy. She gave Forest to EarthClan, and Honey to DarkClan, where they were accepted only after much questioning. After the deed was done, Sappire fled, leaving her kits, now renamed Forestkit and Honeykit, in the paws of StarClan.
A few moons later, Forestpaw and Honeypaw were reunited, but not in the way they had expected. A battle had raged between DarkClan and EarthClan, Forestpaw watching from her territory. She had been told Honeypaw was her sister, but had never seen her until that battle. Honeypaw had taken a wrong step, tumbling down the gorge in EarthClan territory. Forestpaw and rushed to her aide, slipping and sliding cautiously down the sides of the gorge. She was only able to speak for a few moments, sharing memories and such, before her sister's life fled her body, leaving Forestpaw alone.
Forestpaw endured, making a place for herself in her new Clan. She grew to be respected and loved, though she still had quite the temper. She helped solve many a problem in her clan, helping them through tough situations. Her heart found capacity to love deeply and she came to care individually for each and every member of her clan as she grew into a fine warrior. Her skills when she was an apprentice were wild and out of control, and she learned to hone them in as she grew. She defined her hunting skills and redefined her hunting skills into the unique form she has today. She cared for her clan and she did anything in her power to defend it. She is still striving to please her clanmates today.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
The soft breeze carried the scent of mouse, making Forestpaw's mouth water. Her heart raced as she thought of sinking her teeth into the flesh of her prey, satisfying her hunger. Her tongue passed gently over her lips as she crept towards the mouse, paw by paw. The wind ruffed her fur as she stalked through the undergrowth, telling her she was downwind. As the seconds ticked by, Forestpaw pinpointed her prey, leaping into the air with a grunt. She caught the mouse between her claws, killing it instantly. Its tiny squeak resounded through the wood as Forestpaw puffed out her chest with pride. My first catch! she thought triumphantly, scraping earth over her prey so that she could collect it later.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected]
Forestpaw
.x.gender.x.
she-cat
.x.rank.x.
Apprentice
.x.age.x.
6 moons
.x.clan.x.
EarthClan
.x.quick description.x.
Small, dusky gray she-cat with emerald green eyes
.x.description.x.
A sleek dusky gray coat cloaks over Forestpaw's lithe, nimble form. Narrow shoulders and slim, short legs help Forestpaw in her hunting, carrying her over great distances with great speeds. Large ears help Forestpaw to channel even the smallest sounds, enhancing her hunting skills all the more. Her eyes are a piercing emerald green that strike through you, as if searching your past, present and future. fading gray stripes blanket her body, and silver fringes her muzzle and ear tips. Forestpaw's paws are blanketed in white, all four of them decorated with the bright colored furs.
.x.personality.x.
Forestpaw is an outgoing, spunky she-cat with a heart full of curiosity and wonder at the world. Her heart is in the wind and trees, carrying her across her dream world in a frenzy. She loves to run, her nimble legs and ready heart prepared for any feat. Her hunting skills are tip top and her fighting is unique. She does, however, have a temper that flares easily, earning her much criticism. She loves adventure, and has a knack for breaking the rules, intentional or not. She is very quick witted and has a barbed tongue, ready with flames. Her heart, though, is pure in intentions. Many say she is the kindness in the Darkness. She is very kindhearted and keen to the world. Her hopes and dreams are forever flourishing in her restless mind, making it hard for her to concentrate most of the time, and flying her to unknown places.
.x.history.x.
orestpaw was born to a rogue named Sappire whom was very desperate. Sappire had two kits, Honey and Forest. She could barely hunt enough for one, let alone herself and two hungry kits. Sappire traveled many kilometers and many days, news reaching her ears about organizations of cats, living together and flourishing. What a perfect opportunity for her kits! She seized the chance, seeking out these 'Clans' in hopes of finding her kits a good home. She reached the edge of the Forest, wondering which way to go. Four clans she was told existed, and now she had to make a choice. Sappire pondered, knowing her kits were so different. Forest loved to run, and chase tiny leaves across open spaces. And Honey was a kit of the marsh, loving the spongy feeling beneath her paws. Much to her distress, Sappire split the two kits apart, knowing she would never see them again, but wishing for them to be happy. She gave Forest to EarthClan, and Honey to DarkClan, where they were accepted only after much questioning. After the deed was done, Sappire fled, leaving her kits, now renamed Forestkit and Honeykit, in the paws of StarClan.
A few moons later, Forestpaw and Honeypaw were reunited, but not in the way they had expected. A battle had raged between DarkClan and EarthClan, Forestpaw watching from her territory. She had been told Honeypaw was her sister, but had never seen her until that battle. Honeypaw had taken a wrong step, tumbling down the gorge in EarthClan territory. Forestpaw and rushed to her aide, slipping and sliding cautiously down the sides of the gorge. She was only able to speak for a few moments, sharing memories and such, before her sister's life fled her body, leaving Forestpaw alone.
Forestpaw endured, making a place for herself in her new Clan. She grew to be respected and loved, though she still had quite the temper. She helped solve many a problem in her clan, helping them through tough situations. Her heart found capacity to love deeply and she came to care individually for each and every member of her clan as she grew into a fine warrior. Her skills when she was an apprentice were wild and out of control, and she learned to hone them in as she grew. She defined her hunting skills and redefined her hunting skills into the unique form she has today. She cared for her clan and she did anything in her power to defend it. She is still striving to please her clanmates today.
.x.roleplay sample.x.
The soft breeze carried the scent of mouse, making Forestpaw's mouth water. Her heart raced as she thought of sinking her teeth into the flesh of her prey, satisfying her hunger. Her tongue passed gently over her lips as she crept towards the mouse, paw by paw. The wind ruffed her fur as she stalked through the undergrowth, telling her she was downwind. As the seconds ticked by, Forestpaw pinpointed her prey, leaping into the air with a grunt. She caught the mouse between her claws, killing it instantly. Its tiny squeak resounded through the wood as Forestpaw puffed out her chest with pride. My first catch! she thought triumphantly, scraping earth over her prey so that she could collect it later.
.x.password.x.
[admin corrected]
