Post by Bleu on Dec 29, 2008 23:20:03 GMT -5
Name: Rainfur
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 22 Moons
Clan: PaleClan
Beliefs: StarClan. She was slightly wavered by the storm coming in, but still has a strong belief and won't let go for anything.
Mentor/Apprentice: None that I know of.
Kin: Err, I guess I'm makiing up cats. Mother- Stripetail, Father- Mottledpelt, Sister- Whitewhisker } all deceased.
Mate: Noneee.
Appearance: Rainfur has a pale, soft grey pelt the color of a misty dawn sky. This almost silvery base pelt color is mixed in with the smallest hints of bleached white patches around her belly, legs, and chest area, fading faintly into the grey. Seemingly 'dribbling' down her sides are black stripes, like fresh rain dripping down a dry white stone. Her pelt, flattened sleekly to her slender, somewhat lightly built frame. While she appears to be a graceful, light-footed cat, in reality Rainfur is quite clumsy with a firm stance and heavy step. She is an exceptional fighter, as she is well balanced out with swiftness, strength, and skill. Her eyes are a strikingly pale blue-green, the color of fresh sage leaves. Her eyes are especially outlined by black fur and ending in the so called 'teardrop,' where a line of black extends and droops downward, as if tears had fallen from her cheek and stained her face.
Personality: Rainfur, in short, is the silent but deadly type. She is quiet, shy, and prefers to go by unnoticed by higher authority figures and more powerful cats, and has no desire to be admired by younger or less experienced cats. She just wants to be in the middle of everything, be average and well-liked but not loved by every cat. She has equal thoughts of every cat; in her book, nobody is superior to the other, no matter what. Due to this philosophy of hers, she has a low loyalty to her leader, deputy, and any other cat with higher ranking hierarchy. Any cat that pushes too hard while telling her what to do- no matter who it is or the situation- will face a surprisingly sharp tongue, loud voice, and quite possibly a claw to the nose, when at least somewhat appropriate. Three exceptions are StarClan cats, as she has an undying, strong faith to the starry warriors and leaders, elders, as they are wiser and deserve more respect, and don't deserve to be smart mouthed, and any cat who has managed to earn her deep respect and gratitude, in which case she will warmly obey or skeptically but nicely suggest another idea. Rainfur certainly is happy with herself, her looks, friends, personality, and overall life, but tends to be extremely self-concious around any other cat. She always feels as if there are burning, critisizing eyes on her, waiting for her to mess up. If she finds any cat staring at her, there is a chance she'll just freeze up in her nervousness and stare at them, feeling as if she did something wrong.
History: Rainfur grew up quite normally, really. Her kithood was nothing special at all; she played, made friends, learned bits and pieces of the warrior code, everything every kit would do. At apprenticeship, she had a bit of trouble growing out of her immaturity, though, as some apprentices do, and was a handful to her mentor and other warriors around the clan. She never really took hunting too seriously, tracking prey normally but with difficulty at first, yet she would come upon her prey and end up not killing it right away, but rather playing with it before finally making her kill. This became a problem, as precious prey was often lost and her mentor became very unhappy with poor Rainpaw. She had very good fightning technique, mainly because she focused on it as she considered it an important skill to have. She did find hunting important, of course, but just didn't find it suitable for a requirement for warriors and apprentices; when they were hungry, why couldn't a cat just go get their food for themselves? She was oblivious to the fact that injured cats, elders, and queens could not hunt themselves, and therefore held on tight to her greed and need for change of rules, leaving apprenticeship delayed until the leader could finally get Rainpaw's facts straight and unlatch her from her ideas, changing her point of view.
At this point, Rainpaw became a warrior and recieved the warrior name of Rainfur quite proudly. Slowly she became a serious warrior, and started to recognize the importance of StarClan. Through her life she had observed how the belief of StarClan had kept the clan strong, and helped them through the larger issues through prophecy. At this point, supported greatly by her mother, her respect for StarClan grey larger and larger, realizing how important they were to the strength of the clan, loyalty to the Warrior Code, and keeping her ethics straight. For a while, Rainfur was set on questioning the medicine cat on her dreams and experience with StarClan, extremely interested, but was eventually discouraged from doing so and was forced to leave and return to warrior duties. While she no longer noses around the medicine den, Rainfur still has a strong faith in StarClan and strongly believes in their power.
Naturally, the storm shocked her quite a bit, with her powerful faith in StarClan. But she stayed strong and kept her clanmates reassured- StarClan was still with them, and coult still help. While a bit of doubt now resides in her heart about the starry warriors, she stays strong and won't give up all because of a storm causing them to start over.
Picture: None. =/
Roleplay Example: [I'm not really sure what to put here... like, what I should roleplay about. So it might be a bit bland, sorry about that.]
The pale grey figure of a cat stood out against the dawn sky, black stripes down her back outlined especially well. Around her very still, slender frame, a perfect image of a sitting cat, were the tiniest little rays of sun as it began to crawl above the horizon. Slight impatiance began to prick her as she stared expectantly at the warrior's den before her, and stifled a yawn as she twitched the tip of her tail in annoyance. Where are they? she thought to herself, a hint of a sneer beginning to crawl to her muzzle. She was a natural morning riser, true, often awakening before most other cats, but the morning had broken, the sun slowly making it's journey upwards, and the dawn patrol had not waken up, not one of them. She was just about ready to march into that den and claw each one of the cats to get up, but she knew she had to hold her patience. It wasn't her job to wake up the patrol, and if the others were to sleep in, she didn't care; she herself had woken in time, and that's all that mattered to Rainfur. Clawing those bed hogs awake would only cause a problem, and she would probably recieve a clawing right back.
[ICK. DDD< Sorry if that made your eyes bleeeed.
NOTDONEEDITING.
Sorry, gotta go to bed. D:]
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 22 Moons
Clan: PaleClan
Beliefs: StarClan. She was slightly wavered by the storm coming in, but still has a strong belief and won't let go for anything.
Mentor/Apprentice: None that I know of.
Kin: Err, I guess I'm makiing up cats. Mother- Stripetail, Father- Mottledpelt, Sister- Whitewhisker } all deceased.
Mate: Noneee.
Appearance: Rainfur has a pale, soft grey pelt the color of a misty dawn sky. This almost silvery base pelt color is mixed in with the smallest hints of bleached white patches around her belly, legs, and chest area, fading faintly into the grey. Seemingly 'dribbling' down her sides are black stripes, like fresh rain dripping down a dry white stone. Her pelt, flattened sleekly to her slender, somewhat lightly built frame. While she appears to be a graceful, light-footed cat, in reality Rainfur is quite clumsy with a firm stance and heavy step. She is an exceptional fighter, as she is well balanced out with swiftness, strength, and skill. Her eyes are a strikingly pale blue-green, the color of fresh sage leaves. Her eyes are especially outlined by black fur and ending in the so called 'teardrop,' where a line of black extends and droops downward, as if tears had fallen from her cheek and stained her face.
Personality: Rainfur, in short, is the silent but deadly type. She is quiet, shy, and prefers to go by unnoticed by higher authority figures and more powerful cats, and has no desire to be admired by younger or less experienced cats. She just wants to be in the middle of everything, be average and well-liked but not loved by every cat. She has equal thoughts of every cat; in her book, nobody is superior to the other, no matter what. Due to this philosophy of hers, she has a low loyalty to her leader, deputy, and any other cat with higher ranking hierarchy. Any cat that pushes too hard while telling her what to do- no matter who it is or the situation- will face a surprisingly sharp tongue, loud voice, and quite possibly a claw to the nose, when at least somewhat appropriate. Three exceptions are StarClan cats, as she has an undying, strong faith to the starry warriors and leaders, elders, as they are wiser and deserve more respect, and don't deserve to be smart mouthed, and any cat who has managed to earn her deep respect and gratitude, in which case she will warmly obey or skeptically but nicely suggest another idea. Rainfur certainly is happy with herself, her looks, friends, personality, and overall life, but tends to be extremely self-concious around any other cat. She always feels as if there are burning, critisizing eyes on her, waiting for her to mess up. If she finds any cat staring at her, there is a chance she'll just freeze up in her nervousness and stare at them, feeling as if she did something wrong.
History: Rainfur grew up quite normally, really. Her kithood was nothing special at all; she played, made friends, learned bits and pieces of the warrior code, everything every kit would do. At apprenticeship, she had a bit of trouble growing out of her immaturity, though, as some apprentices do, and was a handful to her mentor and other warriors around the clan. She never really took hunting too seriously, tracking prey normally but with difficulty at first, yet she would come upon her prey and end up not killing it right away, but rather playing with it before finally making her kill. This became a problem, as precious prey was often lost and her mentor became very unhappy with poor Rainpaw. She had very good fightning technique, mainly because she focused on it as she considered it an important skill to have. She did find hunting important, of course, but just didn't find it suitable for a requirement for warriors and apprentices; when they were hungry, why couldn't a cat just go get their food for themselves? She was oblivious to the fact that injured cats, elders, and queens could not hunt themselves, and therefore held on tight to her greed and need for change of rules, leaving apprenticeship delayed until the leader could finally get Rainpaw's facts straight and unlatch her from her ideas, changing her point of view.
At this point, Rainpaw became a warrior and recieved the warrior name of Rainfur quite proudly. Slowly she became a serious warrior, and started to recognize the importance of StarClan. Through her life she had observed how the belief of StarClan had kept the clan strong, and helped them through the larger issues through prophecy. At this point, supported greatly by her mother, her respect for StarClan grey larger and larger, realizing how important they were to the strength of the clan, loyalty to the Warrior Code, and keeping her ethics straight. For a while, Rainfur was set on questioning the medicine cat on her dreams and experience with StarClan, extremely interested, but was eventually discouraged from doing so and was forced to leave and return to warrior duties. While she no longer noses around the medicine den, Rainfur still has a strong faith in StarClan and strongly believes in their power.
Naturally, the storm shocked her quite a bit, with her powerful faith in StarClan. But she stayed strong and kept her clanmates reassured- StarClan was still with them, and coult still help. While a bit of doubt now resides in her heart about the starry warriors, she stays strong and won't give up all because of a storm causing them to start over.
Picture: None. =/
Roleplay Example: [I'm not really sure what to put here... like, what I should roleplay about. So it might be a bit bland, sorry about that.]
The pale grey figure of a cat stood out against the dawn sky, black stripes down her back outlined especially well. Around her very still, slender frame, a perfect image of a sitting cat, were the tiniest little rays of sun as it began to crawl above the horizon. Slight impatiance began to prick her as she stared expectantly at the warrior's den before her, and stifled a yawn as she twitched the tip of her tail in annoyance. Where are they? she thought to herself, a hint of a sneer beginning to crawl to her muzzle. She was a natural morning riser, true, often awakening before most other cats, but the morning had broken, the sun slowly making it's journey upwards, and the dawn patrol had not waken up, not one of them. She was just about ready to march into that den and claw each one of the cats to get up, but she knew she had to hold her patience. It wasn't her job to wake up the patrol, and if the others were to sleep in, she didn't care; she herself had woken in time, and that's all that mattered to Rainfur. Clawing those bed hogs awake would only cause a problem, and she would probably recieve a clawing right back.
[ICK. DDD< Sorry if that made your eyes bleeeed.
NOTDONEEDITING.
Sorry, gotta go to bed. D:]