Post by Qixak on May 30, 2006 23:50:06 GMT -5
Name: Qixak (Key-zak)
Do you honor?: Yes, but has her own beliefs among the old.
Age: 8 seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Qixak is lean and petite. Do not mistake her for the type to not get dirty, though. She is a hard worker, and a hard fighter when it is needed. She has short, soft brown fur with some vague stripes. Her claws are sharp, and slightly different. They aren't the usual black color. Instead, her claws and pads are the same shade as her fur; brown. Qixak has deep, amber eyes that change shades in different lights. Her slightly large ears are used as an advantage. She can easily hear prey or others. Qixak also has a long tail, which comes in handy for extra balance.
RP Example:
Amber eyes gazed up wards, passed the stars, and passed the darkness in the sky. They stared, unmoving, watching the flickering and shining. A star shone brighter and brighter, and then shrank away, giving the stage to a new light. Amber eyes watched this show like there was no other world around. Or maybe she watched the world passed the one she was in. Maybe there was a world out there among the dancing stars. Or maybe that was just what she thought. Amber eyes glinted in a smile. They were hers. These eyes and these thoughts. Hers to share, or hers to keep. Of course, her eyes she couldn't really keep to herself. Might as well be my thoughts, her voice rang in her ears.
A brown she-cat sat with her long tail curled around her paws, her nose in the sky, and her amber eyes gazing up wards. The moonlight fell down upon her, the stripes in her fur showing vaguely. A small smile crossed her maw. Her amber eyes grinned. Finally, the she-cat nodded to the stars, thanking them for the show, and lowered her head, wincing slightly at a twinge in the back of her neck. Well, that's what I get for looking so long, she thought. Gradually, the cat's face relaxed, the smile disappearing from her face, and her eyes closing. She felt the wind, smelled the sweet grass, and heard the sky laughing. The wind blew passed her ears, whispering her name, Qixak. The wind sounded like her father. She wished it so.
A twig snapped nearby her, taking her attention away from the wind. Keeping her amber eyes shut, Qixak swiveled her ears, listening for the maker of that sound. Only a second later did she hear the minute scuttering of tiny paws, and sniffling of whiskers. Mouse. Qixak didn't move. She wouldn't hunt it. Not tonight. She'd let the mouse be. Qixak moved her paw minutely, and listened as the mouse zoomed away in fright. Only then did she open her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she took in the smell of the forest. Ever so slowly, Qixak picked herself up from the ground, and disappeared soundlessly into the shadows.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: N/A
Personality: Quiet. Qixak is a star gazer, with beliefs that would bewilder others. That doesn't involve StarClan, though. Despite her name, Qixak still believes in the old traditions and beliefs. As said above, when the time comes, Qixak is a very hard worker, and also a formidable opponent. The she-cat is kind, but tends to keep to herself. She is not isolated, though. Qixak welcomes others in a soft voice. At times, she also has a very loud voice, when she is needed to be heard. As for love, Qixak may be attractive, but she does not use it to her advantage. A male must do a lot for her to notice him.
History: Qixak was born and raised in ThunderClan. Her birthname was Willowkit, which became Willowpaw at apprenticeship. When it was time for Qixak to become a warrior, though, she requested this name to her leader. No one really knows why. When questioned, Qixak just smiled. She had always been interested in the Medicine Cats, but had no desire to be one. Qixak had always been quiet than her siblings. Her mother was Nightleaf, and her father was Barktree. Qixak was very close to her father throughout her life, but soon after she became a warrior, there was a fight between ThunderClan and a nearby rogue group. Her father was killed in the battle. For a long time, Qixak shrunk away from everyone else. Her eyes were dead, and her voice didn't exist. Her mother was the only cat she ever spoke to for along time. Qixak didn't even speak to her siblings. Sometime during this dark period, the she-cat seemed to have woken up. The only thing that she would ever say to others was that she had had a dream.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
Pictures:
Signature, please.
Other: I hope it's alright with her other beliefs.
Do you honor?: Yes, but has her own beliefs among the old.
Age: 8 seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Qixak is lean and petite. Do not mistake her for the type to not get dirty, though. She is a hard worker, and a hard fighter when it is needed. She has short, soft brown fur with some vague stripes. Her claws are sharp, and slightly different. They aren't the usual black color. Instead, her claws and pads are the same shade as her fur; brown. Qixak has deep, amber eyes that change shades in different lights. Her slightly large ears are used as an advantage. She can easily hear prey or others. Qixak also has a long tail, which comes in handy for extra balance.
RP Example:
Amber eyes gazed up wards, passed the stars, and passed the darkness in the sky. They stared, unmoving, watching the flickering and shining. A star shone brighter and brighter, and then shrank away, giving the stage to a new light. Amber eyes watched this show like there was no other world around. Or maybe she watched the world passed the one she was in. Maybe there was a world out there among the dancing stars. Or maybe that was just what she thought. Amber eyes glinted in a smile. They were hers. These eyes and these thoughts. Hers to share, or hers to keep. Of course, her eyes she couldn't really keep to herself. Might as well be my thoughts, her voice rang in her ears.
A brown she-cat sat with her long tail curled around her paws, her nose in the sky, and her amber eyes gazing up wards. The moonlight fell down upon her, the stripes in her fur showing vaguely. A small smile crossed her maw. Her amber eyes grinned. Finally, the she-cat nodded to the stars, thanking them for the show, and lowered her head, wincing slightly at a twinge in the back of her neck. Well, that's what I get for looking so long, she thought. Gradually, the cat's face relaxed, the smile disappearing from her face, and her eyes closing. She felt the wind, smelled the sweet grass, and heard the sky laughing. The wind blew passed her ears, whispering her name, Qixak. The wind sounded like her father. She wished it so.
A twig snapped nearby her, taking her attention away from the wind. Keeping her amber eyes shut, Qixak swiveled her ears, listening for the maker of that sound. Only a second later did she hear the minute scuttering of tiny paws, and sniffling of whiskers. Mouse. Qixak didn't move. She wouldn't hunt it. Not tonight. She'd let the mouse be. Qixak moved her paw minutely, and listened as the mouse zoomed away in fright. Only then did she open her eyes. Taking in a deep breath, she took in the smell of the forest. Ever so slowly, Qixak picked herself up from the ground, and disappeared soundlessly into the shadows.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: N/A
Personality: Quiet. Qixak is a star gazer, with beliefs that would bewilder others. That doesn't involve StarClan, though. Despite her name, Qixak still believes in the old traditions and beliefs. As said above, when the time comes, Qixak is a very hard worker, and also a formidable opponent. The she-cat is kind, but tends to keep to herself. She is not isolated, though. Qixak welcomes others in a soft voice. At times, she also has a very loud voice, when she is needed to be heard. As for love, Qixak may be attractive, but she does not use it to her advantage. A male must do a lot for her to notice him.
History: Qixak was born and raised in ThunderClan. Her birthname was Willowkit, which became Willowpaw at apprenticeship. When it was time for Qixak to become a warrior, though, she requested this name to her leader. No one really knows why. When questioned, Qixak just smiled. She had always been interested in the Medicine Cats, but had no desire to be one. Qixak had always been quiet than her siblings. Her mother was Nightleaf, and her father was Barktree. Qixak was very close to her father throughout her life, but soon after she became a warrior, there was a fight between ThunderClan and a nearby rogue group. Her father was killed in the battle. For a long time, Qixak shrunk away from everyone else. Her eyes were dead, and her voice didn't exist. Her mother was the only cat she ever spoke to for along time. Qixak didn't even speak to her siblings. Sometime during this dark period, the she-cat seemed to have woken up. The only thing that she would ever say to others was that she had had a dream.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
Pictures:
Signature, please.
Other: I hope it's alright with her other beliefs.
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