Post by Bluedancer on Jun 5, 2006 14:59:13 GMT -5
Name: Pippa
Do you honor?: She believes that the stars watch over her, but has no concept of Starclan and does not follow the warrior ways.
Age: five seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Pippa is a calico she cat, with short, smooth fur. She has very little white on her, the only parts of that colour being her paws and her chest, which has a neat patch of white shaped like an upside down triangle. Her fur is a mottled mix of black and orange, with her face being split almost down the middle in colour, half of it an orange tabby and the other black with a few orange flacks. Pippa has a very skinny, lithe body, with both long legs and a long torso. Her eyes are very wide, an orangish-amber colour with black slits for pupils, and with a consistently curious, slightly frightened look. She has a small black nose and a pert mouth, and her tail is also very long and skinny, matching her body.
RP Example: The dawn broke fresh and new over the barley fields, sunlight washing over a freshly painted yellow house and adjacent red barn. Thin rays winked off the glass windows and glanced down into beds of flowers, who were perking in the light. Chirps and whistles sounded from the woods, as birds woke and began to converse with each other, throwing a mixture of brags, insults, and greetings across the treetops.
Pippa awoke with a small yawn, her yellow eyes blinking rapidly. A pink tongue emerged from her neat mouth and traversed the edges; then her jaw snapped closed and the sight of white needle fangs was lost from sight.
The day was now bright and inviting, the whispers of wind entreating Pippa to follow them. Scrabbling to her feet, Pippa emerged from the clumps of grass surrounding the red barn and scampered away, tail riding high like a flag. She reached the edge of the field quickly and snaked her way into the long golden stalks, lost to the eye almost immediately.
The small calico melded into the field, picking her way through it with a practiced ease. Emerging after some time on the opposite side, Pippa glanced around briefly. A hilly, grassy area was spread out before her, and she licked her chops happily at the thought of the awaiting food. The barn might offer plump mice, but rabbits, well muscled and challenging, were to be had in this field. More than anything else, Pippa loved the feeling of a chase, running after her food rather than pouncing on some bumbling dormouse.
Rank: Loner
Breed: mixed (some siamese and shorthair)
Personality: Pippa is an odd cat, sometimes bold and sarcastic, sometimes cautious and deferential. She knows her limits, and acts accordingly around other cats - if she could beat them up then she is full of confidence, if they could beat her then she cowers. She is a very inquisitive cat, who loves exploring and roaming, disregarding territory lines when she wants to. She lives for adventures, and sees life as a game. Free spirit is a perfect way to describe Pippa, as she lives by her own rules, coming and going, eating and sleeping, just as she pleases and with no thought for others. Because she had to provide for herself from a young age she is a very proficient hunter, and throughout most of the year and she thinks very little about food, as it is not hard for her to catch, and instead devotes most of her time to playing and basking. It is only through leaf-bare that she worries about survival, devoting all her time to staying alive. It is a rather odd situation, for she seems to spend three of the seasons as a kitten, and the fourth one as an adult. It makes her personality all the odder, this constant switching of roles.
History: Pippa has been a loner for nearly all her life; but there was once a time when she knew the comfort and security of a kitty pet.
Pippa lived in a twoleg house when she was born, along with her mother, father, and three siblings. She was very loved, and the object of the twoleg childrens adoration, as they would dress her up in doll clothes and carry her around.
One day, when she was still a very small kitten, Pippa found an open door, which led into the outside world. It was larger than anything that she had ever seen, and very exciting. Wandering, Pippa had lost track of time and place when it started to grow dark. She tried to backtrack, but found herself more lost then when she started.
Pippa spent the night in the forest, not overly worried as she was confidant her mother would find her. Then, when her mother did not cme, she spent the next day, and the next next. Days ran into weeks, and Pippa lived off of bugs and such, always moving.
Luckily for her, Pippa found a barn full of field mice after only about two weeks on her own. Even she, a young, lost kitten with no hunting experience whatsoever, was easily able to catch the lazy, overfed mice.
So that was how she lived, grew up, and came to be the cat she was today. She made no friends, though she had enough casual contact with other cats to be used to them, if a little jumpy.
Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
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Do you honor?: She believes that the stars watch over her, but has no concept of Starclan and does not follow the warrior ways.
Age: five seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Pippa is a calico she cat, with short, smooth fur. She has very little white on her, the only parts of that colour being her paws and her chest, which has a neat patch of white shaped like an upside down triangle. Her fur is a mottled mix of black and orange, with her face being split almost down the middle in colour, half of it an orange tabby and the other black with a few orange flacks. Pippa has a very skinny, lithe body, with both long legs and a long torso. Her eyes are very wide, an orangish-amber colour with black slits for pupils, and with a consistently curious, slightly frightened look. She has a small black nose and a pert mouth, and her tail is also very long and skinny, matching her body.
RP Example: The dawn broke fresh and new over the barley fields, sunlight washing over a freshly painted yellow house and adjacent red barn. Thin rays winked off the glass windows and glanced down into beds of flowers, who were perking in the light. Chirps and whistles sounded from the woods, as birds woke and began to converse with each other, throwing a mixture of brags, insults, and greetings across the treetops.
Pippa awoke with a small yawn, her yellow eyes blinking rapidly. A pink tongue emerged from her neat mouth and traversed the edges; then her jaw snapped closed and the sight of white needle fangs was lost from sight.
The day was now bright and inviting, the whispers of wind entreating Pippa to follow them. Scrabbling to her feet, Pippa emerged from the clumps of grass surrounding the red barn and scampered away, tail riding high like a flag. She reached the edge of the field quickly and snaked her way into the long golden stalks, lost to the eye almost immediately.
The small calico melded into the field, picking her way through it with a practiced ease. Emerging after some time on the opposite side, Pippa glanced around briefly. A hilly, grassy area was spread out before her, and she licked her chops happily at the thought of the awaiting food. The barn might offer plump mice, but rabbits, well muscled and challenging, were to be had in this field. More than anything else, Pippa loved the feeling of a chase, running after her food rather than pouncing on some bumbling dormouse.
Rank: Loner
Breed: mixed (some siamese and shorthair)
Personality: Pippa is an odd cat, sometimes bold and sarcastic, sometimes cautious and deferential. She knows her limits, and acts accordingly around other cats - if she could beat them up then she is full of confidence, if they could beat her then she cowers. She is a very inquisitive cat, who loves exploring and roaming, disregarding territory lines when she wants to. She lives for adventures, and sees life as a game. Free spirit is a perfect way to describe Pippa, as she lives by her own rules, coming and going, eating and sleeping, just as she pleases and with no thought for others. Because she had to provide for herself from a young age she is a very proficient hunter, and throughout most of the year and she thinks very little about food, as it is not hard for her to catch, and instead devotes most of her time to playing and basking. It is only through leaf-bare that she worries about survival, devoting all her time to staying alive. It is a rather odd situation, for she seems to spend three of the seasons as a kitten, and the fourth one as an adult. It makes her personality all the odder, this constant switching of roles.
History: Pippa has been a loner for nearly all her life; but there was once a time when she knew the comfort and security of a kitty pet.
Pippa lived in a twoleg house when she was born, along with her mother, father, and three siblings. She was very loved, and the object of the twoleg childrens adoration, as they would dress her up in doll clothes and carry her around.
One day, when she was still a very small kitten, Pippa found an open door, which led into the outside world. It was larger than anything that she had ever seen, and very exciting. Wandering, Pippa had lost track of time and place when it started to grow dark. She tried to backtrack, but found herself more lost then when she started.
Pippa spent the night in the forest, not overly worried as she was confidant her mother would find her. Then, when her mother did not cme, she spent the next day, and the next next. Days ran into weeks, and Pippa lived off of bugs and such, always moving.
Luckily for her, Pippa found a barn full of field mice after only about two weeks on her own. Even she, a young, lost kitten with no hunting experience whatsoever, was easily able to catch the lazy, overfed mice.
So that was how she lived, grew up, and came to be the cat she was today. She made no friends, though she had enough casual contact with other cats to be used to them, if a little jumpy.
Codewords: Que tergas suerte, Masked
i41.photobucket.com/albums/e276/loup-garou_de_la_nuit/Pictures/calico_3510.jpg
