Post by xx.silv.xx on Mar 6, 2010 12:40:47 GMT -5
Cat's name: Duskfang.
Age: twenty seven.
Group: ThunderClan.
Gender: She-cat.
Position: Warrior.
Description: go here: piccat.com/pictures/17/brown_tabby.jpg duskfang is not fat, as seen on the picture, but actually muscular and still lanky.
Personality: Duskfang is a female who gets straight to the point. Curt, sometimes cold, but mostly very official and leader-like. Even if she does not wish to be the leader, or even have the ambition, she is very worthy to be deputy or the leader, if she wished it to be so.
The brown tabby is very serious, but one or two times cats have caught her in a humorous mood. Duskfang is very paitent, but she will snap if pushed too far over the edge. Duskfang is also protective of her Clan or those she loves, and she would do anything to keep them from harm, even if that meant hurting herself.
Family: Duskfang has no idea whatsoever happened to her parents. She was raised by the queens of ThunderClan, without a trace of who her mother was.
History: ~KITHOOD~
Dusk-kit was a very excitable kit, totally different from the curt she-cat she is today. She remembered the one fateful day she was suckling from a ThunderClan queen's belly, then a disruptance buffeted her. A giant paw delivered a painful blow to her right side as she was tossed out of the nursery like a leaf on the wind. Some cat was screaming at her, "WHY DID YOU MAKE HER GO?! YOU HAD TO BE BORN, YOU FOUL LITTLE FOXHEART!" Dusk-kit could make out blurrily the images of a brown tabby's head and broad shoulders, but after that, she fell into unconciousness. When she awoke, the same tabby was staring into her with his enraged amber gaze. This cat kept abusing her, and little did she know he was her father.
~APPRENTICEHOOD~
Duskpaw was very excited as she got her apprentice name. She did have quite a few scars, thanks to her damned father, but she was plenty excited, if not the least bit shy. Ears flickered up as the leader, whom she cannot recall, delivered her to her mentor. Scanning the crowd warily, spotting the dark tabby who beat her daily in the forest, Duskpaw blinked, light green eyes starting to shimmer with tears. "Duskpaw's mentor will be Falconclaw!" the leader yowled, snapping her out of her reverie. Thank StarClan, she thought, it was not the tabby! Trotting to her mentor at a brisk, timely pace, her nose gently touched the white cat's pink one, murmuring a greeting. After all the time she spent with this cat, she had fallen in love with him, and was greatly depressed when his death came, in a foxtrap, his neck broken. Shortly after Falconclaw's death, Duskpaw became a warrior -- Duskfang. She still bears many scars from her father's brutal beatings, and the tabby she hates is dead today.
Role play sample: Duskfang started awake with a jolt, light green eyes troubled with something like remorse. Standing up out of her moss nest, she stretched, her muscles taut. Abruptly she leapt out of the den, stepping on many tails as she went and getting murmured "Hey!"s, she arrived outside, looking up out of the gorge. Duskfang many times mused how the great LionClan created this with their roar.
Suddenly, a warrior padded up to her. "Would you like to hunt?" he asked kindly, and she nodded, saying nothing, for words were too exhausting, especially in the morning, when the birds sang joyously and without trouble. It was a chilly leafbare morning, though, and she vowed to bring back as much prey as she could carry for her Clan. Nodding her head briskly, she trotted to catch up with the tom, who hadn't realized she was immobile for those seconds.
I won't let my Clan die, kit or elder. I swear it.
Codeword: Cherry pie.
Age: twenty seven.
Group: ThunderClan.
Gender: She-cat.
Position: Warrior.
Description: go here: piccat.com/pictures/17/brown_tabby.jpg duskfang is not fat, as seen on the picture, but actually muscular and still lanky.
Personality: Duskfang is a female who gets straight to the point. Curt, sometimes cold, but mostly very official and leader-like. Even if she does not wish to be the leader, or even have the ambition, she is very worthy to be deputy or the leader, if she wished it to be so.
The brown tabby is very serious, but one or two times cats have caught her in a humorous mood. Duskfang is very paitent, but she will snap if pushed too far over the edge. Duskfang is also protective of her Clan or those she loves, and she would do anything to keep them from harm, even if that meant hurting herself.
Family: Duskfang has no idea whatsoever happened to her parents. She was raised by the queens of ThunderClan, without a trace of who her mother was.
History: ~KITHOOD~
Dusk-kit was a very excitable kit, totally different from the curt she-cat she is today. She remembered the one fateful day she was suckling from a ThunderClan queen's belly, then a disruptance buffeted her. A giant paw delivered a painful blow to her right side as she was tossed out of the nursery like a leaf on the wind. Some cat was screaming at her, "WHY DID YOU MAKE HER GO?! YOU HAD TO BE BORN, YOU FOUL LITTLE FOXHEART!" Dusk-kit could make out blurrily the images of a brown tabby's head and broad shoulders, but after that, she fell into unconciousness. When she awoke, the same tabby was staring into her with his enraged amber gaze. This cat kept abusing her, and little did she know he was her father.
~APPRENTICEHOOD~
Duskpaw was very excited as she got her apprentice name. She did have quite a few scars, thanks to her damned father, but she was plenty excited, if not the least bit shy. Ears flickered up as the leader, whom she cannot recall, delivered her to her mentor. Scanning the crowd warily, spotting the dark tabby who beat her daily in the forest, Duskpaw blinked, light green eyes starting to shimmer with tears. "Duskpaw's mentor will be Falconclaw!" the leader yowled, snapping her out of her reverie. Thank StarClan, she thought, it was not the tabby! Trotting to her mentor at a brisk, timely pace, her nose gently touched the white cat's pink one, murmuring a greeting. After all the time she spent with this cat, she had fallen in love with him, and was greatly depressed when his death came, in a foxtrap, his neck broken. Shortly after Falconclaw's death, Duskpaw became a warrior -- Duskfang. She still bears many scars from her father's brutal beatings, and the tabby she hates is dead today.
Role play sample: Duskfang started awake with a jolt, light green eyes troubled with something like remorse. Standing up out of her moss nest, she stretched, her muscles taut. Abruptly she leapt out of the den, stepping on many tails as she went and getting murmured "Hey!"s, she arrived outside, looking up out of the gorge. Duskfang many times mused how the great LionClan created this with their roar.
Suddenly, a warrior padded up to her. "Would you like to hunt?" he asked kindly, and she nodded, saying nothing, for words were too exhausting, especially in the morning, when the birds sang joyously and without trouble. It was a chilly leafbare morning, though, and she vowed to bring back as much prey as she could carry for her Clan. Nodding her head briskly, she trotted to catch up with the tom, who hadn't realized she was immobile for those seconds.
I won't let my Clan die, kit or elder. I swear it.
Codeword: Cherry pie.
