Post by Blue on Jul 7, 2008 23:00:11 GMT -5
xx; Name Shineheart
xx; Gender Tom
xx; Clan ThunderClan
xx; Rank Warrior
xx; Age 17 moons
xx; Description - With bright tawny fur and brilliant green eyes, Shineheart well lives up to his name. He is big and fairly well muscled, his fur fluffy and medium length. On his chest is a scar he'd inflicted on himself long ago. His eyes will sometimes take on a mischievious glint, his smile is always wide, and his paws are unusually fidgety, ready to take off at a moment's notice. His tail is long and always seems to be in motion; sweeping the ground, curling over his back, or simply waving in the air. His emotions are easily interpreted from his face and body movements - when he is not in his default happiness, his smile seems forced and he acts even more fidgety than normal. His strides are long and purposeful, his shoulders are set proudly, and his head is always held high.
xx; Personality - Shineheart is trusting, eager, and always willing to spread his happiness. While he likes being friends with everyone, he usually spends time with his sister Sparrowpaw, acting the responsible older sibling, even though she doesn't really need one. A talkative cat, he could babble away to no one and everyone, which often gets him on the nerves of others. He's often on the go, dashing from here to there, sometimes taking runs through the forest to let off some energy. He hates rain, being cooped up inside, and mistakes (his own). He thinks battling and protecting the clan is the best part of being a warrior.
xx; History - An only kitten born from the queen Petalgaze and an unknown father, Shineheart was raised in the way of all clan cats. He grew to be an average apprentice, well-liked by his peers, though sometimes he got on their nerves with all his chattering. When his mother's second litter was born, he was rather jealous of the attention she gave the two she-cats, and isolated himself from the new family. This was, he considered later on, his most shameful time as an apprentice. He focused on working harder to become a warrior, increasing his training until he was among the strongest apprentices in skill. But when his mother and youngest sister died during one Leafbare, he regretted his decisions and swore that he'd be a better older sibling to his last surviving kin. This promise he sealed by crossing his claw across his chest, leaving a wound that would always remind him of the oath. Since then he has grown to be less selfish, and while he still acts a bit airy and silly around his sister, he'd do whatever it takes to protect her.
xx; Example Post
Shinepaw sat listlessly outside of the medicine den, almost-tears reaching the surface of his eyes before he hurriedly blinked them away. Those tears were only almost, because he wasn't close enough to Valekit to really cry for her. And that was his fault, because of his (ugly, idiotic, ill-fated) jealousy, that caused him to give her the cold shoulder and focus on training, when he should have been playing with her, spending time with her, listening to her laugh and smelling her scent and watching her sleep. Vaguely, he wondered where his other sister, Sparrowkit, was. Most likely in the nursery, he thought blankly. Shedding real tears for their dead sibling.
The medicine cat padded wearily out of the den, looked around and saw him sitting there. Shinepaw stared at her pleadingly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she was stronger, that she would live so that he could make it up to her for not visiting all those days when he could have, for making up excuses ("I've been busy training." "My mentor's been working me pretty hard lately." "You don't need me here that often, do you?") to her, for not being there when she needed his help. But then the medicine cat shook her head, and mewed the words that broke his heart.
"I'm sorry, Shinepaw. Your mother is dead."
xx; Name Sparrowpaw
xx; Gender She-cat
xx; Clan ThunderClan
xx; Rank Apprentice
xx; Age 9 moons
xx; Description - Sparrowpaw is a petite young cat, with eyes the colour of dead autumn leaves, and a dusky brown pelt. Her back is criss-crossed with black stripes, her chest is a dim white, and her tail is long and feathery. She has rather small paws, and on the backs of her forelegs are two strange patches of mismatched fur, one tawny, one a coppery red. She is lean and not very muscular, built more for speed and agility than for strength, and her fur is fluffy and smooth. Her muzzle is narrow, with a small patch of faded white fur at the end. She always has a half-smile on her face, partly because she finds many things around her entertaining, and partly because she thinks there aren't enough happy faces in the world, even partially happy ones - surprising, considering that her brother always seems to have a huge smile on his face.
xx; Personality - Sparrowpaw is a thoughtful, easily amused introvert, almost the exact opposite of her brother. While she enjoys his company, she doesn't like to make friendships with other cats her age, cautious about forming ties with others. She is independent and stubborn, often chastising her brother about being so trustful, but she really means well. She has a habit of hosting multiple-sided conversations in her mind, with each voice having a different personality. Optimistic, peaceful, violent, apathetic. These mental arguments between emotions can sometimes lead to good actions and morals, or doubts and unfair judgements. On the outside she appears stuck-up and unapproachable; on the inside, she is trying to protect herself from losing anyone else close to her.
xx; History - A sister. A mother. A distant older brother. These cats made up Sparrowkit's whole world. Valekit, leader-like and strong; Petalgaze, doting and peaceful; Shinepaw, vague and almost scary, the way he would stare at Sparrowkit with something in his eyes that she could not place. And she was happy with all of this, content to live simply. Of course it would go wrong, though, because one day in Leafbare her mother and sister grew sick. Valekit was the first to die, followed closely by Petalgaze, causing Sparrowkit to close herself off from others in an attempt to keep herself from pain. From then on she and Shinepaw became closer, but Sparrowkit decided it would be better not to befriend anyone else. She realized that everyone would die eventually, so why put herself through the trouble?
xx; Additional Info - I wanted to know if someone would like to be Sparrowpaw's friend, to try to open her up a little? Someone who could shake her out of her antisocial attitude. Just wondering.
xx; Example Post
Above, the sky was rumbling, gray and clouded and bleak. Below, there was only quiet, a blanket of thick snow muffling all sound. The only thing to be heard were the sobs of one brown kit, hidden in the dead brambles close to camp. Sniffling, she strove to hold in her tears and quiet her breath, as she listened to the crunch of snow under another creature's paws. From the camp entrance came a tawny figure, one that she should feel comforted to see, she knew, because this was her brother, but she could not call up any relief because he was distant, and vaguely intimidating, despite his ever-present grin.
He wasn't smiling now.
Sparrowkit watched as he gazed around, (searching for her?), before sighing and turning back to camp. Her face contorted, half-pained, and half-relieved that he was going. But now, she felt, she wanted to call out to him, wanted someone to come and share the pain with her. She shut her eyes tightly. "Shinepaw!"
"Sparrowkit?"
And there she was, crying again, because he was padding toward her with a look too much like her mother's, and a stride too much like her sister's, long and confident and purposeful. Alarmed, he hurried forward and, hesitating a moment, pushed his nose into her fur. She wept harder then, crying until there were no more tears, until her sobs were dry and her throat burned with thirst. She took some snow into her mouth and let it melt before swallowing. Shinepaw looked at her sadly; there was a question in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
She stared at the snow, sniffed, then met his gaze. "Do you... do you promise to never leave?" she whispered.
"I promise."
"Swear it," she insisted. She expected him to simply nod and promise again, but he instead he did something that surprised her. Taking a claw, he crossed it over his chest, leaving a thin line that soon began to trickle blood. It wasn't very deep, but she knew it would leave a scar. It was important. It would always be there, because it had to be.
"I swear it," he vowed, as a scarlet drop spilled from his claw, landing on the snow. Dabbing it with her paw, she held it to her own chest, right over her heart.
"Thank you."
My examples are rather mushy. Sorry. ^^" I was overwhelmed with sad inspiration.
xx; Gender Tom
xx; Clan ThunderClan
xx; Rank Warrior
xx; Age 17 moons
xx; Description - With bright tawny fur and brilliant green eyes, Shineheart well lives up to his name. He is big and fairly well muscled, his fur fluffy and medium length. On his chest is a scar he'd inflicted on himself long ago. His eyes will sometimes take on a mischievious glint, his smile is always wide, and his paws are unusually fidgety, ready to take off at a moment's notice. His tail is long and always seems to be in motion; sweeping the ground, curling over his back, or simply waving in the air. His emotions are easily interpreted from his face and body movements - when he is not in his default happiness, his smile seems forced and he acts even more fidgety than normal. His strides are long and purposeful, his shoulders are set proudly, and his head is always held high.
xx; Personality - Shineheart is trusting, eager, and always willing to spread his happiness. While he likes being friends with everyone, he usually spends time with his sister Sparrowpaw, acting the responsible older sibling, even though she doesn't really need one. A talkative cat, he could babble away to no one and everyone, which often gets him on the nerves of others. He's often on the go, dashing from here to there, sometimes taking runs through the forest to let off some energy. He hates rain, being cooped up inside, and mistakes (his own). He thinks battling and protecting the clan is the best part of being a warrior.
xx; History - An only kitten born from the queen Petalgaze and an unknown father, Shineheart was raised in the way of all clan cats. He grew to be an average apprentice, well-liked by his peers, though sometimes he got on their nerves with all his chattering. When his mother's second litter was born, he was rather jealous of the attention she gave the two she-cats, and isolated himself from the new family. This was, he considered later on, his most shameful time as an apprentice. He focused on working harder to become a warrior, increasing his training until he was among the strongest apprentices in skill. But when his mother and youngest sister died during one Leafbare, he regretted his decisions and swore that he'd be a better older sibling to his last surviving kin. This promise he sealed by crossing his claw across his chest, leaving a wound that would always remind him of the oath. Since then he has grown to be less selfish, and while he still acts a bit airy and silly around his sister, he'd do whatever it takes to protect her.
xx; Example Post
Shinepaw sat listlessly outside of the medicine den, almost-tears reaching the surface of his eyes before he hurriedly blinked them away. Those tears were only almost, because he wasn't close enough to Valekit to really cry for her. And that was his fault, because of his (ugly, idiotic, ill-fated) jealousy, that caused him to give her the cold shoulder and focus on training, when he should have been playing with her, spending time with her, listening to her laugh and smelling her scent and watching her sleep. Vaguely, he wondered where his other sister, Sparrowkit, was. Most likely in the nursery, he thought blankly. Shedding real tears for their dead sibling.
The medicine cat padded wearily out of the den, looked around and saw him sitting there. Shinepaw stared at her pleadingly, hoping that maybe, just maybe, she was stronger, that she would live so that he could make it up to her for not visiting all those days when he could have, for making up excuses ("I've been busy training." "My mentor's been working me pretty hard lately." "You don't need me here that often, do you?") to her, for not being there when she needed his help. But then the medicine cat shook her head, and mewed the words that broke his heart.
"I'm sorry, Shinepaw. Your mother is dead."
xx; Name Sparrowpaw
xx; Gender She-cat
xx; Clan ThunderClan
xx; Rank Apprentice
xx; Age 9 moons
xx; Description - Sparrowpaw is a petite young cat, with eyes the colour of dead autumn leaves, and a dusky brown pelt. Her back is criss-crossed with black stripes, her chest is a dim white, and her tail is long and feathery. She has rather small paws, and on the backs of her forelegs are two strange patches of mismatched fur, one tawny, one a coppery red. She is lean and not very muscular, built more for speed and agility than for strength, and her fur is fluffy and smooth. Her muzzle is narrow, with a small patch of faded white fur at the end. She always has a half-smile on her face, partly because she finds many things around her entertaining, and partly because she thinks there aren't enough happy faces in the world, even partially happy ones - surprising, considering that her brother always seems to have a huge smile on his face.
xx; Personality - Sparrowpaw is a thoughtful, easily amused introvert, almost the exact opposite of her brother. While she enjoys his company, she doesn't like to make friendships with other cats her age, cautious about forming ties with others. She is independent and stubborn, often chastising her brother about being so trustful, but she really means well. She has a habit of hosting multiple-sided conversations in her mind, with each voice having a different personality. Optimistic, peaceful, violent, apathetic. These mental arguments between emotions can sometimes lead to good actions and morals, or doubts and unfair judgements. On the outside she appears stuck-up and unapproachable; on the inside, she is trying to protect herself from losing anyone else close to her.
xx; History - A sister. A mother. A distant older brother. These cats made up Sparrowkit's whole world. Valekit, leader-like and strong; Petalgaze, doting and peaceful; Shinepaw, vague and almost scary, the way he would stare at Sparrowkit with something in his eyes that she could not place. And she was happy with all of this, content to live simply. Of course it would go wrong, though, because one day in Leafbare her mother and sister grew sick. Valekit was the first to die, followed closely by Petalgaze, causing Sparrowkit to close herself off from others in an attempt to keep herself from pain. From then on she and Shinepaw became closer, but Sparrowkit decided it would be better not to befriend anyone else. She realized that everyone would die eventually, so why put herself through the trouble?
xx; Additional Info - I wanted to know if someone would like to be Sparrowpaw's friend, to try to open her up a little? Someone who could shake her out of her antisocial attitude. Just wondering.
xx; Example Post
Above, the sky was rumbling, gray and clouded and bleak. Below, there was only quiet, a blanket of thick snow muffling all sound. The only thing to be heard were the sobs of one brown kit, hidden in the dead brambles close to camp. Sniffling, she strove to hold in her tears and quiet her breath, as she listened to the crunch of snow under another creature's paws. From the camp entrance came a tawny figure, one that she should feel comforted to see, she knew, because this was her brother, but she could not call up any relief because he was distant, and vaguely intimidating, despite his ever-present grin.
He wasn't smiling now.
Sparrowkit watched as he gazed around, (searching for her?), before sighing and turning back to camp. Her face contorted, half-pained, and half-relieved that he was going. But now, she felt, she wanted to call out to him, wanted someone to come and share the pain with her. She shut her eyes tightly. "Shinepaw!"
"Sparrowkit?"
And there she was, crying again, because he was padding toward her with a look too much like her mother's, and a stride too much like her sister's, long and confident and purposeful. Alarmed, he hurried forward and, hesitating a moment, pushed his nose into her fur. She wept harder then, crying until there were no more tears, until her sobs were dry and her throat burned with thirst. She took some snow into her mouth and let it melt before swallowing. Shinepaw looked at her sadly; there was a question in his eyes. "Are you okay?"
She stared at the snow, sniffed, then met his gaze. "Do you... do you promise to never leave?" she whispered.
"I promise."
"Swear it," she insisted. She expected him to simply nod and promise again, but he instead he did something that surprised her. Taking a claw, he crossed it over his chest, leaving a thin line that soon began to trickle blood. It wasn't very deep, but she knew it would leave a scar. It was important. It would always be there, because it had to be.
"I swear it," he vowed, as a scarlet drop spilled from his claw, landing on the snow. Dabbing it with her paw, she held it to her own chest, right over her heart.
"Thank you."
My examples are rather mushy. Sorry. ^^" I was overwhelmed with sad inspiration.
