Post by ™SMOULDR.! on Jun 25, 2007 2:27:14 GMT -5
Name: Kitsuneclaw
Moons: 21
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Deputy [Second-In-Command]
Short-Description:
Moons: 21
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ColdClan
Rank: Deputy [Second-In-Command]
Short-Description:
Short-hair white she-cat; odd blue eyes and a gold hoop earring in the left ear.Picture: Description:
I am a very pretty she-cat. My eyes are brilliant, and bright sky-blue. My pelt is a rather natural snowy white. From expiriences long ago, I have a golden small hoop earring in the left lower ear. My ankles are very hairy and fuzzy, and you can hardly see me paws for the hair, which I groom daily. My tail is quite long, and I use it as an item in battle if I have to. My claws are very long, which is where I got my name.Personality:
I think I am muscular for a she-cat, and I am proud of my ColdClan heritage. My eyes, shaped lovely and round, are usually cold and without interest for many things. That set aside, it doesn't obscure my fragile and well-developed head from being innocent as if I were a kitten. A star-shape has taken its place upon the upper corner of my right eye, and for that I think myself unique. My pads and claws are coated black, save for my left rear leg, which has claws similar in colour to that of my pelt.
Usually I will hold my head high, torso nearly erect to show off my position of power and dignity, but while alone on patrol I seem as if any other cat. I can hear well with my ears, rounded large at the base, and slimming up to a fine point. My eyes are twenty-twenty, and I can see for many miles. My mouth, full of sharp teeth, is a threat not only in battle but in our daily lives.
I'm a typical ColdClan cat, our name coming from our attitudes. To a point I'm blunt, and I show my point and don't hesitate to make it clear how I feel about another cat. I take pride in my unusal name, Kitsune coming from my larger-than-normal body size. When I fight I do it with grace, letting the opponent wear themself out and striking like lighting. This reflects into my personality.History:
Newcomers from outside our lands do not please me, and I don't trust easily. You'll find it hard to get to know me, but if you really try I'm a very likeable cat with many good qualities. No, not really. I'm sarcastic with nearly every word, and if you were to get to know me you'd find out that I'm as trsutworthy as they come, and willing to protect anything I find dear.
KithoodRole Playing Example:
I was born supposed to be deaf, and so automatically they gave up hope because of what later turned out to be an ear infection. For this, my mother always watched me more than others, and never let me do anything. I hated it with a passion. My brother, now dead, and my sister, Sunraid, got to do whatever they wanted. I hated them.
Apprenticeship
War was a common thing; cats always coming back to camp injured, or even worse, dead. Apprentices were told to stay in camp, even though I was as strong and brilliant as any warrior or senior warrior.
Then I heard voices. ...WoN't yoU cOme pLaY wiTh mE...
I was quarantined until the war ended. Fools.
Warriorhood
It was over, and they allowed me a ceremony. Sunraid had already moved on to be a warrior 2 moons before me. I loathed her even more, especially when she ran away to AirClan. I never found out who the voices were, even though I ventured out daily to see if I could find the one who called to me. And still, I found nothing. It was then when I was out one day, lost in my thoughts I came about a ruthless twoleg, whom scooped me up and held me down in his nest, shoving something insanely painful through my ear. I grew to like it, my piercing. Autumncloud was then murdered in a raid later that day; the camp mourned. They needed a strong deputy.
My mother vouched for me.
They all agreed.
Ginger echoes chorused through the fog haven, minute and barely scratches on the sound barrier that seemed to obtruct the usual twitter or birds and critters. It was as if someone DW40'd the sound. There wasn't any, minus the air being sliced open from my tail lashing out of the ivory-ginger solitude. My structure was shadowed by the tresses of tree canpoy slung above my ever-so feline head, small speckles of light bending to shafts, richoceting from short fibers to create the effects on me of a stalking jaguar. My's rounded bases flickered forward only so slightly, a frown obscuring the neautral expression I had maintained. I was not Winterpaw's mentor, but I dared not let an apprentice wander. Claws revolved from thier hidden poise, prepped to give me balance should I need it scaling the tree. Frontal limbs snaked down, and I found myself gliding down the bark with easy, landing with a muffled thump behind Winterpaw.Other:
" G r e e t i n g s W i n t e r p a w . . . "
my voice slithered through the humid air.
Done. =]
