Post by deJENerate on May 2, 2012 17:11:28 GMT -5
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"You make it sound so easy to be alive." [/center]
GLIMPSES OF A NEW LIFE[/size][/blockquote]
NAME: Falconpaw
GENDER: Tom
AGE: 8 moons
CLAN: ThunderClan
RANK: Apprentice
ARE REFLECTED ALL AROUND YOU[/size][/blockquote]
SHORT DESCRIPTION A sturdy, black and white tom with piercing, yellow eyes
APPEARANCE: Tall and stocky, this tom cat is one of the largest apprentices ThunderClan has to offer. The majority of his coat is black, while a slender splash of white slithers from his belly to his chest. It highlights his neck and drips playfully on his chin, paws, and tail tip. Still-forming muscles are clearly apparent beneath his skin. Black nose and white whiskers frame his muzzle. He has a yellow gaze so fierce and bright, it seems as if it could pierce your soul in the blink of an eye.
ALWAYS THERE TO GUIDE YOU[/size][/blockquote]
LIKES sleeping, cuddling, eating, having fun, running through the forest, crunching leaves, fighting, hunting, etc.
DISLIKES: being a disappointment, boisterous kits, nagging elders, cleaning out dens, his siblings(sometimes), all of his apprentice duties..
FEARS: bigger predators, losing loved ones
POWERS: n/a
PERSONALITY: Falconpaw is a very angry cat, but it's not an outright anger. It's below the surface. He isn't very playful or talkative, and prefers to be alone than with others. Cats tend to write him off as boring or a spaz. He doesn't really have any cats that he's particularly close to other than his siblings. He rarely speaks in complete sentences, and he tends to try to draw attention away from himself. His eyes are the only constant indication of the emotions he endures. Those bright, yellow orbs tell all because he has yet to master the art of hiding his feelings. He has the tendency to explode. If enough things are weighted on his shoulders, something as insignificant as a bump to the side can set him off. The pent up anger of little things wells up within him until he finally expresses his emotions in a fit of rage. The few weeks after his father's death, a few cats inquired if Falcon was completely sane.
On the inside, it's chaotic. He is quite intelligent, able to remember a large majority of the battle moves he's witnessed. Although he may not be able to mirror every paw placement, he absorbs over half of the skill. He remembers the usage of herbs the first time he hears it, and he's able to regurgitate and actually use the information. Falcon is extremely diligent when it comes to his duties. He is ready to become a warrior, so he works hard to get there as quickly as possible. Whenever he actually uses his vocal chords, he is able to describe, in great detail, the outcome of a battle or a hunting mishap. He retains a plethora of information that constant swirls in his mind. Perhaps he's not entirely right in the head, but his siblings have managed to get around the wall he's put up, so there is hope for a semi-normal life.
I'VE FOUND THE BRIGHTNESS[/size][/blockquote]
FAMILY:
mother;; Sunstar
father;; Falconstrike
siblings;; Emberpaw and Nightpaw
HISTORY
kithood;;
Three bundles of fur nestled into the curve of their mother's bright orange pelt. Curled tightly together- like a feline pretzel- attempting to hold as much body heat as possible. Before they were even able to walk properly, they were transferred into a different nursery. The smells were all wrong. This wasn't home! Those early days evaporated quickly, and their WindClan scent dwindled, and was replaced with ThunderClan scent.
Born from an unlawful relationship, Falconkit and his siblings were not always treated like they would have been if their parents hadn't sneaked around on the border in order to see each other. But they eventually got used to the idea that they might not ever be thought of as completely loyal. His siblings bounced at the paws of their father, but Falconkit was a little too quick to judge.
apprenticeship;;
The glorious day of being apprenticed was flattened with the terrible news of his father's death. Having been named after him, Falconpaw was devastated. Especially because of the misguided resentment he'd always felt for his dad. The poor, tiny cat was basically an orphan now. He responded to his father's tragic death by spiraling into a fit of rage. He still did his apprentice duties, listened to orders, trained, and hunted. He is become a fine hunter and fighter.
Falcon has been a little bitter in regards to his unnamed mother as soon as he was old enough to realize the significance of her abandonment. Even to this day, he has never been informed of who this mystery she-cat was.
THE PUPPET MASTER[/size][/blockquote]
[/blockquote]NICKNAME: Jen, Jenna, De, Dejen, whatever floats your boat.
WHY YOU JOINED: because this place is lovely. ^-^ and I like the idea of combining warriors with elements and powers
HOW YOU FOUND US: Uhm.. An advert, I'm pretty sure. I was linking back from one of my regular sites and happened upon this place.
ROLE PLAY SAMPLE:A lovely breeze whipped through the air, making the tree limbs dance in intricate patterns. The water in streams rippled to create tiny waves that crashed into the embankment. A wonderful scent lingered on the tips of the breeze, promising a day full of great weather. The sun hung low in the sky, casting a bright, morning glow across the otherwise bleak landscape. Dew on grass sparkled extravagantly in the mid-morning sunshine. The damp coolness of the night was slowly being extracted from the earth as the sun began to warm up and heat the region.
Balancing carefully on a fence post was a beautiful, young she-cat. Several hues of ginger, black, brown, and white splattered over her lithe bodice, giving her the appearance of some art project gone wrong. But this accidental pairing of markings wasn't hideous. No, this she-cat was truly gorgeous. A long, slender tail twitched anxiously on the inside of the fence, while her green eyes stared longingly at the horizon. Where she was sitting, she could see in all directions. In one, a large, open landscape of tilled farmland and open fields met her; in the other, the forest spread as far as she could see. Though she was not afraid of either path, she wasn't sure if she wanted to completely abandon her mother. The house folk rarely even tried to coax their little kitty back into the house because of her so frequent disappearances.
The young warrior is, perhaps was a kittypet. She had grown up under the care of humans along with her mother. When the day her brother left for the Clans arrived, though everyone knew it would come one day, their mother was shocked. After losing her mate and only son, the calico wasn't sure if her mother could cope with losing her other kit as well. But Marbles was drawn to the forest. Although she did not particularly wish to join the Clans as her brother did, she was interested in their lives. Every day, she would ventured further from the comfort of her home out into the forest. She taught herself how to hunt. She learned to keep alert at all times.
Today might be the day that her paws ever step foot into the garden again. She looked over her shoulder at the place where she grew up. The bush where she and Night would hide from their parents, the bowls the house folk had put outside in case Marbles wanted to eat, maybe just to keep her there. She hadn't eaten kittypet food in moons, not since she had perfected her hunting crouch for sure. Occasionally, when the humans left warm milk, her blockade would falter slightly and she would lap up a few tasty mouthfuls before turning away, vowing to never again touch the stuff.
A sigh escaped through her parted lips and she jumped gracefully onto the ground. She was outside of the fence. She glanced up at the wall of vegetation before her, gauging her emotions carefully. With a deep breath in, scenting all of the wonderful smells, she plunged into the darkness. The pads of her feet quickly went numb, for the sun had not yet reach her fiery paw into the forest. But Marbles didn't mind in the least. Her fleeting paws carried her farther than she had ever been. With the sense of recognition or familiarity completely gone, she realized that there was no going back.
An uneasy feeling tickled annoyingly at the back of her mind. Maybe today wasn't the greatest time to leave, after all.
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