Post by Pearlflower on Jul 12, 2009 17:14:52 GMT -5
Name: Pearlflower
Clan: LightClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Pearlflower is very shy. She keeps to herself most of the time. She is friendly and polite when spoken to, but never converses long. She is extremely loyal, and will go to the ends of the island to protect her clan. She will obey her leader without question, and you can always count on her. She is a formidable fighter, her size gives her a head-start. She never shouts, except when she strongly believes something.
Description: www.flickr.com/photos/cdierdorff/53940471/ Pearlflower is a small, white she-cat. She has an Icy-Blue gaze. One eye is a golden, and it is whispered among Queens that she was touched by a StarClan warrior, though it is common for white cats to have different eyes. She insists that her eyes are blue, and we'll leave it at that. She is very dainty, and warriors are often hesitant to attack her during battle, giving her an advantage.
RP Example: Pearlflower stalked through the thick undergrowth. A plump, gray squirrel nibbled on a nut just a tail-length away. She placed her paws gently onto the forest floor, which crinkled with Leaf-Fall-Leaves. The squirrel looked up, then stuffed his nut into his cheek and dashed of, up the nearest tree. Pearlflower dashed after it. Just as the squirrel began to scamper up the tree, she caught it, killing it before it could squeak. She walked back to the camp, weaving through the difficult maze of brambles, oak trees, and misguiding open fields. Dropping her catch onto the Fresh-Kill Pile, she headed to her nest to get some sleep before she was due to watch the camp. She nodded to (insert warrior here) before dozing off in her comforatble nest.
Note: (After her death) "She padded trough the familiar forest, fur gleaming like stars reflecting on a half-frozen river. White fur on green leaves, her icy blue eyes gazed around, drinking in the serene stillness. Her dainty nose twitched as the scent of mouse flooded in. Dropping into a crouch, she stalked the helpless morsel of prey. But as she leaped to claim her meal, a ginger tom clamped his jaws around the brown mouse, killing it instantly. She landed, and turned to confront the thief. “Hey! That was mine!” she cried out, but he didn’t hear her. The tom just turned and walked away, her catch in his mouth.
Her fluffy tail drooped, and her bristling fur flattened. She could no longer hunt. She was lost, lost her way. She followed the tom’s scent trail, to the Camp. Pushing her way through the bramble entrance, not caring if her fur snagged, she watched the ginger tom drop his prey onto the Fresh-Kill pile. A black she-cat walked up and meowed a greeting,
She dipped her head in defeat. This used to be her life. She remembered the feeling when she hunted, the adrenalin when she fought. She was a Warrior, gave her life for her Clan. She and her patrol of five had stopped half of an enemy Clan from slaying her’s. They died, but her Clan had won, prepared for the invasion. She knew the name of the ginger tom, and the black she-cat, but like her name they were but a distant memory.
For a moon she had felt free, proud that she had stopped the battle from taking more LightClan lives. But soon she had realized, that something was wrong. Aside from her former Clan-Mates, she had not seen any cat. StarClan did not come for her. More than anything she wanted a life, any life. Living or a member of StarClan. She hated not eating, not fighting, not talking to anyone but the wind. She wanted out of these lonely days, and into something new. She thirsted for adventure, but could drink nothing.
She felt nothing, no hunger for food, no need to drink, no desire to breath. But as she left her home for the last time, she felt sadness. She laid down and began to groom her shining fur, which glimmered with fallen stars. "
Clan: LightClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Pearlflower is very shy. She keeps to herself most of the time. She is friendly and polite when spoken to, but never converses long. She is extremely loyal, and will go to the ends of the island to protect her clan. She will obey her leader without question, and you can always count on her. She is a formidable fighter, her size gives her a head-start. She never shouts, except when she strongly believes something.
Description: www.flickr.com/photos/cdierdorff/53940471/ Pearlflower is a small, white she-cat. She has an Icy-Blue gaze. One eye is a golden, and it is whispered among Queens that she was touched by a StarClan warrior, though it is common for white cats to have different eyes. She insists that her eyes are blue, and we'll leave it at that. She is very dainty, and warriors are often hesitant to attack her during battle, giving her an advantage.
RP Example: Pearlflower stalked through the thick undergrowth. A plump, gray squirrel nibbled on a nut just a tail-length away. She placed her paws gently onto the forest floor, which crinkled with Leaf-Fall-Leaves. The squirrel looked up, then stuffed his nut into his cheek and dashed of, up the nearest tree. Pearlflower dashed after it. Just as the squirrel began to scamper up the tree, she caught it, killing it before it could squeak. She walked back to the camp, weaving through the difficult maze of brambles, oak trees, and misguiding open fields. Dropping her catch onto the Fresh-Kill Pile, she headed to her nest to get some sleep before she was due to watch the camp. She nodded to (insert warrior here) before dozing off in her comforatble nest.
Note: (After her death) "She padded trough the familiar forest, fur gleaming like stars reflecting on a half-frozen river. White fur on green leaves, her icy blue eyes gazed around, drinking in the serene stillness. Her dainty nose twitched as the scent of mouse flooded in. Dropping into a crouch, she stalked the helpless morsel of prey. But as she leaped to claim her meal, a ginger tom clamped his jaws around the brown mouse, killing it instantly. She landed, and turned to confront the thief. “Hey! That was mine!” she cried out, but he didn’t hear her. The tom just turned and walked away, her catch in his mouth.
Her fluffy tail drooped, and her bristling fur flattened. She could no longer hunt. She was lost, lost her way. She followed the tom’s scent trail, to the Camp. Pushing her way through the bramble entrance, not caring if her fur snagged, she watched the ginger tom drop his prey onto the Fresh-Kill pile. A black she-cat walked up and meowed a greeting,
She dipped her head in defeat. This used to be her life. She remembered the feeling when she hunted, the adrenalin when she fought. She was a Warrior, gave her life for her Clan. She and her patrol of five had stopped half of an enemy Clan from slaying her’s. They died, but her Clan had won, prepared for the invasion. She knew the name of the ginger tom, and the black she-cat, but like her name they were but a distant memory.
For a moon she had felt free, proud that she had stopped the battle from taking more LightClan lives. But soon she had realized, that something was wrong. Aside from her former Clan-Mates, she had not seen any cat. StarClan did not come for her. More than anything she wanted a life, any life. Living or a member of StarClan. She hated not eating, not fighting, not talking to anyone but the wind. She wanted out of these lonely days, and into something new. She thirsted for adventure, but could drink nothing.
She felt nothing, no hunger for food, no need to drink, no desire to breath. But as she left her home for the last time, she felt sadness. She laid down and began to groom her shining fur, which glimmered with fallen stars. "