Post by Fernpaw on May 30, 2006 12:15:20 GMT -5
Name: Hope
- Do you honor?: No
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Hope's eyes are yellow with a thin rim of gray around them. Her coat is gray with touches of black, brown and white dashed in. Her body is covered thinly with muscle under her coat. The she-cat has long legs with big white paws. However, she is quick and light on her feet. Her tail is long and had a black tip that almost touches the ground. On her muzzle are four pink scars that start at the top of her black nose down to Hope's chin. Her head hangs in high and proud. A flaw of her is she has big ears. They are more like a donkey than a cat's. They hear wonderfully under the snow in winter. She can track better than any in her Clan because of them.
RP Example: What subtle actions bring to us the illusion of courage, they compel us to believe that whatever is being said or done, is simple bravery, gallantry, anything which requires a strong will and nerves of steel. But for what we do not realise is that this courage is but a mirage in the dessert of our lives. Just a simple chimera, which hinders our very perception to make us believe what we have seen is part of the greater good. What I mean is, we all relate these words, bravery and courage to good things. Yet flaws such as envy or hate are often part of evil things. But what really does define this daring lurks somewhere within us all.
Though the depths of winter was a time of the unforgiving nature of the ice element it also held a beauty. When not in the midst of a merciless blizzard the ice and snow can portray a scenary of beauty, especially when the sun is permitted to shine down from parted clouds causing the icy shimmer to set itself forth from the white blanket that had layed itself across the land. But not today, for this current day held something not as intense as a blizzard, no. Today was merely a time of fogged breath and white powder, just as it was meant to be. Putting her nose to work the lone fae scented the air, trying to pin-point any scent that would lead her to an awaiting meal. Starting forward, her paws sinking slightly in the blanket of white, Hope further ventured forth through the dense foliage, brittle branches breaking as her angelic ebon form brushed lightly against them. A heavy sigh erupted from deep within the young fae's chest, air exceeding swiftly from her flaring auds. Billowing wind toyed with her silken pelt as her smooth walking gait carried her lithe body forward in silence, weaving her way along an unknown path, a path that ended just short of the mountains.
Avoiding the light that the abundant trees occasionally let breach their branches Hope halted her quest in a sunless clearing. She would not alert any prey of her arrival, to do so would be foolish. She would wait for them to come to her.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: The thing about Hope is she has two sides. Her first side is calm and quiet. And a bit plain and boring. She hates fancy talk; she gags when she hears it. Why not just say what you mean!!?!?!??! It would make life sooooo much easier. She is independent but will ask for help. And she likes to meet new people. She doesn’t know how to start a conversation (she is a little shy), but she can talk lot when she gets momentum. And she loves to learn! Hunting tips or anything, she will suck it in as if food. However, her second side is boiled up inside. She can be proud, determined, stubborn and a mean cat at times. This side leads instead of follows. And if it isn't her idea, she won't listen until she gets proved wrong. She likes to argue but is slow on wit because everything is boiled up she can't say it all at once. She will stand in what she believes and will even fight. She tends to get bossy and she gets angry easily. You will know when she doesn’t like you. Short, snippy replies are all you can get.
History: Hope's history is that of a normal cat. She got into fights, she escaped from camp and she drove her parents crazy. Nothing of any importance has yet happened to her. She hopes that will soon change.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked
- Do you honor?: No
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Hope's eyes are yellow with a thin rim of gray around them. Her coat is gray with touches of black, brown and white dashed in. Her body is covered thinly with muscle under her coat. The she-cat has long legs with big white paws. However, she is quick and light on her feet. Her tail is long and had a black tip that almost touches the ground. On her muzzle are four pink scars that start at the top of her black nose down to Hope's chin. Her head hangs in high and proud. A flaw of her is she has big ears. They are more like a donkey than a cat's. They hear wonderfully under the snow in winter. She can track better than any in her Clan because of them.
RP Example: What subtle actions bring to us the illusion of courage, they compel us to believe that whatever is being said or done, is simple bravery, gallantry, anything which requires a strong will and nerves of steel. But for what we do not realise is that this courage is but a mirage in the dessert of our lives. Just a simple chimera, which hinders our very perception to make us believe what we have seen is part of the greater good. What I mean is, we all relate these words, bravery and courage to good things. Yet flaws such as envy or hate are often part of evil things. But what really does define this daring lurks somewhere within us all.
Though the depths of winter was a time of the unforgiving nature of the ice element it also held a beauty. When not in the midst of a merciless blizzard the ice and snow can portray a scenary of beauty, especially when the sun is permitted to shine down from parted clouds causing the icy shimmer to set itself forth from the white blanket that had layed itself across the land. But not today, for this current day held something not as intense as a blizzard, no. Today was merely a time of fogged breath and white powder, just as it was meant to be. Putting her nose to work the lone fae scented the air, trying to pin-point any scent that would lead her to an awaiting meal. Starting forward, her paws sinking slightly in the blanket of white, Hope further ventured forth through the dense foliage, brittle branches breaking as her angelic ebon form brushed lightly against them. A heavy sigh erupted from deep within the young fae's chest, air exceeding swiftly from her flaring auds. Billowing wind toyed with her silken pelt as her smooth walking gait carried her lithe body forward in silence, weaving her way along an unknown path, a path that ended just short of the mountains.
Avoiding the light that the abundant trees occasionally let breach their branches Hope halted her quest in a sunless clearing. She would not alert any prey of her arrival, to do so would be foolish. She would wait for them to come to her.
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Unknown
Personality: The thing about Hope is she has two sides. Her first side is calm and quiet. And a bit plain and boring. She hates fancy talk; she gags when she hears it. Why not just say what you mean!!?!?!??! It would make life sooooo much easier. She is independent but will ask for help. And she likes to meet new people. She doesn’t know how to start a conversation (she is a little shy), but she can talk lot when she gets momentum. And she loves to learn! Hunting tips or anything, she will suck it in as if food. However, her second side is boiled up inside. She can be proud, determined, stubborn and a mean cat at times. This side leads instead of follows. And if it isn't her idea, she won't listen until she gets proved wrong. She likes to argue but is slow on wit because everything is boiled up she can't say it all at once. She will stand in what she believes and will even fight. She tends to get bossy and she gets angry easily. You will know when she doesn’t like you. Short, snippy replies are all you can get.
History: Hope's history is that of a normal cat. She got into fights, she escaped from camp and she drove her parents crazy. Nothing of any importance has yet happened to her. She hopes that will soon change.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte, Masked