Post by Katze on Apr 16, 2006 16:02:34 GMT -5
Name:
Burningice
Do you honor?:
Burningice=Yes
Age:
Five Seasons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
~Words~
Eyes opened slowly on the other side of the den. Her blue eye was one of beauty, while her brown eye was one for blending in. Her pink tongue slipped out of her white muzzle and brought itself down to her white paws. She had a glossy white pelt, of course, and some pink around her snout. Her eyes were miss-matched from her parents, but she takes no shame in that. Her tail was long and fluffy as it is always held up behind her. It is put to good use at nighttime when she is sleeping. The tail acts as a warming for her nose.
~Picture~
RP Example:
As the night grew cold, so did a cat, Burningice. Her tail gave some warmth, but not enough to stay alive out in the dark cool territory. Though the sun was still setting, casting red and pink streaks across the sky, the deadly, ice-chilling air was already sinking into Burningice's fur and body. The rock she was laying upon had been sucking out all of her warmth, along with her motor abilities. She wished she could get up and be able to walk to the camp, but if she tried, she wouldn't know which way to go to not get stuck in some sort of marsh. ShadowClan territory had marshlands all around and even some were damp enough to go down into the ground farther than that of a rabbit hole. She defiantly did not want to captured in one and die quicker than just sitting upon this rock and having her warmth dissolve from her own body. Finally, after minutes after thinking to herself about getting up, she tried. Her legs shook underneath her threatening her balance. She didn't care anymore. She would rather try than to not try and die from being a wimp. Her legs wobbled even more now, and her head felt as though it was heavier than her own body.
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Warrior
Breed:
American Curl Tail
Personality:
Burningice has a somewhat temper. Her friends think that she can sometimes use some calming down, but she takes no heed. She loves to sit out in front of the camp entrance looking up in the sky at night. The moon and the stars brought some sort of tranquility to her she couldn't find anywhere else. She has some comebacks in her mind if any cat tries to top her, and she will try her best not to back down from a challenge.
History:
~Early Kit~
As a kit being just born, Burningkit did not see the world to be a fun place. She always stayed inside while her siblings went outside.
~Late Kit~
Burningkit finally began to see the world, or at least what her mother would allow. The ground just outside of the nursery was for the kits to play on. Burningkit would always tease her mother and inch away from boundaries ever so often.
~Early Apprentice~
Burningpaw was calm for her mentor, but when he was away, the kitty would play. She would literally drag her siblings out of training just for them to play with her. She always bet them to catch the most amount of prey in one day.
~Late Apprentice~
By now, Burningpaw was beginning to turn in to a fine hunter, (If I do say so myself
), and one that could easily hunt for herself. She could catch a mouse, yes, but also a vole.
~Early Warrior~
Burningice's feeling as a kit and an apprentice meant little to her now. She was still as eager, but not as bouncy. She would go on patrols if the leader told her to. She would go get moss soaked with water if the elders asked for some. She wouldn't be all gung-ho for it. She would do her duty, but with little grace.
~Present~
Burningice has learned to keep her thoughts in her head when presented with the leader, deputy, or Medicine Cat. She got in trouble once before, she wasn't too keen on doing again.
Codewords:
The Ancient Ways & Zeik
Burningice
Do you honor?:
Burningice=Yes
Age:
Five Seasons
Gender:
Female
Appearance:
~Words~
Eyes opened slowly on the other side of the den. Her blue eye was one of beauty, while her brown eye was one for blending in. Her pink tongue slipped out of her white muzzle and brought itself down to her white paws. She had a glossy white pelt, of course, and some pink around her snout. Her eyes were miss-matched from her parents, but she takes no shame in that. Her tail was long and fluffy as it is always held up behind her. It is put to good use at nighttime when she is sleeping. The tail acts as a warming for her nose.
~Picture~
RP Example:
As the night grew cold, so did a cat, Burningice. Her tail gave some warmth, but not enough to stay alive out in the dark cool territory. Though the sun was still setting, casting red and pink streaks across the sky, the deadly, ice-chilling air was already sinking into Burningice's fur and body. The rock she was laying upon had been sucking out all of her warmth, along with her motor abilities. She wished she could get up and be able to walk to the camp, but if she tried, she wouldn't know which way to go to not get stuck in some sort of marsh. ShadowClan territory had marshlands all around and even some were damp enough to go down into the ground farther than that of a rabbit hole. She defiantly did not want to captured in one and die quicker than just sitting upon this rock and having her warmth dissolve from her own body. Finally, after minutes after thinking to herself about getting up, she tried. Her legs shook underneath her threatening her balance. She didn't care anymore. She would rather try than to not try and die from being a wimp. Her legs wobbled even more now, and her head felt as though it was heavier than her own body.
Clan:
ShadowClan
Rank:
Warrior
Breed:
American Curl Tail
Personality:
Burningice has a somewhat temper. Her friends think that she can sometimes use some calming down, but she takes no heed. She loves to sit out in front of the camp entrance looking up in the sky at night. The moon and the stars brought some sort of tranquility to her she couldn't find anywhere else. She has some comebacks in her mind if any cat tries to top her, and she will try her best not to back down from a challenge.
History:
~Early Kit~
As a kit being just born, Burningkit did not see the world to be a fun place. She always stayed inside while her siblings went outside.
~Late Kit~
Burningkit finally began to see the world, or at least what her mother would allow. The ground just outside of the nursery was for the kits to play on. Burningkit would always tease her mother and inch away from boundaries ever so often.
~Early Apprentice~
Burningpaw was calm for her mentor, but when he was away, the kitty would play. She would literally drag her siblings out of training just for them to play with her. She always bet them to catch the most amount of prey in one day.
~Late Apprentice~
By now, Burningpaw was beginning to turn in to a fine hunter, (If I do say so myself
), and one that could easily hunt for herself. She could catch a mouse, yes, but also a vole. ~Early Warrior~
Burningice's feeling as a kit and an apprentice meant little to her now. She was still as eager, but not as bouncy. She would go on patrols if the leader told her to. She would go get moss soaked with water if the elders asked for some. She wouldn't be all gung-ho for it. She would do her duty, but with little grace.
~Present~
Burningice has learned to keep her thoughts in her head when presented with the leader, deputy, or Medicine Cat. She got in trouble once before, she wasn't too keen on doing again.
Codewords:
The Ancient Ways & Zeik
