Post by ~Blossom~ on Sept 10, 2008 14:29:37 GMT -7
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Twiggy
.x.gender.x.
She-cat
.x.rank.x.
Loner
.x.age.x.
16 moons
.x.clan.x.
Loner
.x.quick description.x.
brown tabby she-cat with gray eyes
.x.description.x.
Twiggy is (not to brag) really pretty. She is a pure brown tabby she-cat. Well, she's got one white paw but that's it.
Her eyes are a gentle gray. Simple, sweet, yet rare. Her build is... small... for a cat her age. She looks more like a 10 moon old Clan apprentice than 16 moons. She isn't unhealthy small though. She is slim, not skinny. Complete difference. Her claws are a beautiful, pearly white, as are her teeth. Her fur is short, yet silky. Wonderful and soft. Twiggy's tail is long, very long compared to the rest of her body. It gives her a... lopsided look. Nevertheless, she's a beautiful cat. Oh, and you might want to know why she's called Twiggy. She's has long, skinny legs, adding to the lopsided look.
.x.personality.x.
Just because Twiggy's beautiful, doesn't mean she's perfect. No no no. Twiggy is... ooh how do I say this without hurting anyones feelings... mean, clumsy, and controlling.
Mean: Yeah, she's just mean, mean. Rude and nasty, she likes to be alone. Having too many other cat's around makes her nervous.
Clumsy: Yeah, this is pretty self-explanitory. She knocks alot of things over, frequently. That's partly why she's mean, she gets embarrased to easily. Controlling: Twiggy likes everything to be just her way. She hunts like a ThunderClan warrior, (see history) and is actually very good at it.
.x.history.x.
It was late night, not a single star shone in the sky. Silence washed over ThunderClan territory. Two gray eyes shone dimly in the darkness. A deep brown paw stretched out of a cluster of bushes and a pretty white one landed beside it. They pulled forward a slim brown she-cat pulled herself gracefully out of the undergrowth. She was covered in dust and drying blood, though she was graceful, she was limping. The she-cat had just come from a fierce battle with RiverClan. But she didn't want to think about that. All Twiglegs, (for that was the tabby's name), wanted to do was get as far away from the Clans as possible. Walking along, she found a hollow log. Well, it's not ideal but it will do. Curling up, she fell asleep.
In her dream, she saw the battle all over again. Fierce and savage, she remember the crimson stains against the gray rocks, standing out like a red pelt in snow. Fur flew and cat's bodies littered the ground, some dead, some wounded. She felt the pain in her neck as a RiverClan tom leaped onto her in a sneak attack from the back. His teeth sinking farther and farther into her neck. Barbarian! She thought as her counciousness slowly slipped away from her. But suddenly, the weight vanished. Twiglegs new that there was blood pouring out of her wound, but before she could drag herself to the medicine den, an awful sight stopped her. Her beautiful long-haired calico mother was lying on her back, a deep wound runnin through her matted belly fur, the life bleeding out of her. Twiglegs was cut off at running to her mother by her father, pulling himself to her, both his back legs broken, telling her that he loved her. "I love you to father." He was dead.
Twiglegs jolted awake. I'm not Twiglegs, that's a crule name. I'm Twiggy....
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The almost three year old black mare padded along through the bushes. The meadow was her favorite place to be. It was so beautiful. The bushes and the fields, along with the trees and the streams; She loved it so. She heard a brook babbling near by, and, as her mouth was a bit dry, she trodded around, looking for the source of the noise. "Ahh" she sighed when blue water met her gaze. Leaning down, she lapped it up, letting the cool water slide down her throat. The cold liquid splashed around her snow white boots. The only part of her that was white in fact. Echo had pride in her black coat. Yet everyone who stole a glance at her dark fur and black eyes, they bristled and walked away. Echo knew she was gentle, she knew she was shy, why wouldn't anyone give her a chance? She backed out of the water and on to dry land, trotting over to the trees, while leaving small hoofprints in the grass, she lay down. Echo felt like she hadn't slept in so long. Exhaustion swept over her and her eyelids closed as a wave of blackness swooped in on her.
Echo was standing on a ridge. Looking down at a fully grown pale gold horse and a fully grown black horse. Nearby, a smaller black femme stood watching, distress showed in every part of her coat. A streak of regconition ran through her as Echo realized that she was looking down at a younger version of herself, along with her sick mother and father. Echo watched as Phantom (her father) snapped at the younger version of herself. She watched as the small black shaped that was Echo, ran, and ran, and ran. The current Echo was staring at the rabie infested figure of her deceased father. He turned and seemed to look straight at her. In one part of her mind, Echo knew this was a dream and that her father would never be able to see her. Yet his black eyes were fixed directly upon Echo's own black fur. She gazed into his dark pupils until she was swallowed up by them. All of the sudden, Echo was falling, falling, falling.......
.x.password.x.
Nymphs
Twiggy
.x.gender.x.
She-cat
.x.rank.x.
Loner
.x.age.x.
16 moons
.x.clan.x.
Loner
.x.quick description.x.
brown tabby she-cat with gray eyes
.x.description.x.
Twiggy is (not to brag) really pretty. She is a pure brown tabby she-cat. Well, she's got one white paw but that's it.
Her eyes are a gentle gray. Simple, sweet, yet rare. Her build is... small... for a cat her age. She looks more like a 10 moon old Clan apprentice than 16 moons. She isn't unhealthy small though. She is slim, not skinny. Complete difference. Her claws are a beautiful, pearly white, as are her teeth. Her fur is short, yet silky. Wonderful and soft. Twiggy's tail is long, very long compared to the rest of her body. It gives her a... lopsided look. Nevertheless, she's a beautiful cat. Oh, and you might want to know why she's called Twiggy. She's has long, skinny legs, adding to the lopsided look.
.x.personality.x.
Just because Twiggy's beautiful, doesn't mean she's perfect. No no no. Twiggy is... ooh how do I say this without hurting anyones feelings... mean, clumsy, and controlling.
Mean: Yeah, she's just mean, mean. Rude and nasty, she likes to be alone. Having too many other cat's around makes her nervous.
Clumsy: Yeah, this is pretty self-explanitory. She knocks alot of things over, frequently. That's partly why she's mean, she gets embarrased to easily. Controlling: Twiggy likes everything to be just her way. She hunts like a ThunderClan warrior, (see history) and is actually very good at it.
.x.history.x.
It was late night, not a single star shone in the sky. Silence washed over ThunderClan territory. Two gray eyes shone dimly in the darkness. A deep brown paw stretched out of a cluster of bushes and a pretty white one landed beside it. They pulled forward a slim brown she-cat pulled herself gracefully out of the undergrowth. She was covered in dust and drying blood, though she was graceful, she was limping. The she-cat had just come from a fierce battle with RiverClan. But she didn't want to think about that. All Twiglegs, (for that was the tabby's name), wanted to do was get as far away from the Clans as possible. Walking along, she found a hollow log. Well, it's not ideal but it will do. Curling up, she fell asleep.
In her dream, she saw the battle all over again. Fierce and savage, she remember the crimson stains against the gray rocks, standing out like a red pelt in snow. Fur flew and cat's bodies littered the ground, some dead, some wounded. She felt the pain in her neck as a RiverClan tom leaped onto her in a sneak attack from the back. His teeth sinking farther and farther into her neck. Barbarian! She thought as her counciousness slowly slipped away from her. But suddenly, the weight vanished. Twiglegs new that there was blood pouring out of her wound, but before she could drag herself to the medicine den, an awful sight stopped her. Her beautiful long-haired calico mother was lying on her back, a deep wound runnin through her matted belly fur, the life bleeding out of her. Twiglegs was cut off at running to her mother by her father, pulling himself to her, both his back legs broken, telling her that he loved her. "I love you to father." He was dead.
Twiglegs jolted awake. I'm not Twiglegs, that's a crule name. I'm Twiggy....
.x.roleplay sample.x.
The almost three year old black mare padded along through the bushes. The meadow was her favorite place to be. It was so beautiful. The bushes and the fields, along with the trees and the streams; She loved it so. She heard a brook babbling near by, and, as her mouth was a bit dry, she trodded around, looking for the source of the noise. "Ahh" she sighed when blue water met her gaze. Leaning down, she lapped it up, letting the cool water slide down her throat. The cold liquid splashed around her snow white boots. The only part of her that was white in fact. Echo had pride in her black coat. Yet everyone who stole a glance at her dark fur and black eyes, they bristled and walked away. Echo knew she was gentle, she knew she was shy, why wouldn't anyone give her a chance? She backed out of the water and on to dry land, trotting over to the trees, while leaving small hoofprints in the grass, she lay down. Echo felt like she hadn't slept in so long. Exhaustion swept over her and her eyelids closed as a wave of blackness swooped in on her.
Echo was standing on a ridge. Looking down at a fully grown pale gold horse and a fully grown black horse. Nearby, a smaller black femme stood watching, distress showed in every part of her coat. A streak of regconition ran through her as Echo realized that she was looking down at a younger version of herself, along with her sick mother and father. Echo watched as Phantom (her father) snapped at the younger version of herself. She watched as the small black shaped that was Echo, ran, and ran, and ran. The current Echo was staring at the rabie infested figure of her deceased father. He turned and seemed to look straight at her. In one part of her mind, Echo knew this was a dream and that her father would never be able to see her. Yet his black eyes were fixed directly upon Echo's own black fur. She gazed into his dark pupils until she was swallowed up by them. All of the sudden, Echo was falling, falling, falling.......
.x.password.x.
Nymphs
