Post by »m o rr i on Feb 15, 2008 19:19:02 GMT -5
xx; Name
Lilypool
xx; Gender
She-Cat
xx; Clan
ShadowClan
xx; Rank
Warrior
xx; Age
23 Moons
xx; Description
Lilypool is extremely fragile looking, with a slender, lithe build and small, quick paws. Her fur is a pale orange, with stripes of darker orange along her body. Her stomach and paws look as if they've been dipped in frost, along with her stomach and mouth. She has small, keen ears that are also tipped with white. Her whiskers are long, her eyes intelligent and liquid honey in color. Her face is beautifully sculpted, giving her a proud, slightly arrogant look, and is tapered down to a delicate muzzle. Lilypool's shoulders are gently sloped, allowing her to move quickly across tough terrain and quickly. She has one scar, along her back leg, that looks like she was cut with a jagged shard of glass. Despite her size, Lilypool is immensely strong, a very good fighter.
xx; Personality
Lilypool is a she-cat with a strong, fierce personality, although her name suggest mild emotions. She merely has a thick personality that comes off most of the time as bitter, but she can be very kind and caring. Some cats doubt her loyalty, for she was born as a kittypet, but Lilypool's loyalty to ShadowClan and her leader run extremely deep, perhaps even deeper than others.
As desperate as she is to prove herself worthy, Lilypool refuses to show whenever she is too weak or wavering to carry on. Determinations runs thick in her veins, along with pride. She rarely ever declares defeat, and is the one cat you will always see pressing onward. Lilypool is also immensely clever, with a keen mind and a sharp sense for danger.
xx; History
Lilypool was born to Thlayli, a beautiful gray she-cat, and Jasper, a strong brown tom. Both were kittypets, as was their only daughter. Although Lilypool (at the time named Candy) longed for a life that was more challenging, for she was a cat that enjoyed being challenged. Even as a kittypet she wasn't easily beaten, be it fighting or cleverness.
Lilypool turned her head the other way, away from the kittypet life she had known, and left. She stumbled upon ShadowClan and got into a fight with the patrol, giving them all memorable scars that made sure they never forgot her. By doing that, she proved herself, and when her situation had been explained, they decided to give her a chance. Lilypool received her kit name, Lilykit, and then progressed surprisingly well in clan life. She was a eager apprentice, and a good, trust-able warrior.
When given her warrior name, Lilypool felt prouder than ever. She had proved all those clan cats that scoffed at the sight of her wrong. She had never any want to be this well accepted into the clan, but when she was, she held her head high and remained dignified and impassive.
xx; Additional Info
Nope.
xx; Example Post
Dim, musty moonlight drifted in through the tight brambles of the warriors den. Night birds had begun to sing their lullabies, the soft hum of their gentle and sweet vocals sifting through the camp of ShadowClan. The marsh grasses rustled in the warm breeze. The eeriness of it all was somewhat calming; how the world seemed to be holding it's breath, listening to the night's song. The faint whisper of the wind, murmuring the lost thoughts and voices of the lost, mixed with the song, creating a ghostly effect.
One sound stood out from the rest. The soft, almost inaudible rustle of brambles. In a few moments, a lithe, delicate frame of a she-cat stepped through. Her orange pelt glimmered in the starlight, the white on her paws gleaming like fresh snow. Even in the darkness, the stunning color of her topaz eyes, so different than others, flashed brilliantly against the darkness of the night. These features could only belong to one cat; Lilypool.
Lilypool stepped across the clearing, her bodice moving with immense elegance and grace. She moved silently and without hesitation, holding her sculpted crown high with pride and arrogance. Her glittering eyes swept over the dark camp quickly as she moved, and she finally came to her destination; a small tree. She rested under it quietly, slowly beginning to groom herself. Her already glistening pelt glowed impressively; her honey coloured eyes bright and excruciating.
Lilypool
xx; Gender
She-Cat
xx; Clan
ShadowClan
xx; Rank
Warrior
xx; Age
23 Moons
xx; Description
Lilypool is extremely fragile looking, with a slender, lithe build and small, quick paws. Her fur is a pale orange, with stripes of darker orange along her body. Her stomach and paws look as if they've been dipped in frost, along with her stomach and mouth. She has small, keen ears that are also tipped with white. Her whiskers are long, her eyes intelligent and liquid honey in color. Her face is beautifully sculpted, giving her a proud, slightly arrogant look, and is tapered down to a delicate muzzle. Lilypool's shoulders are gently sloped, allowing her to move quickly across tough terrain and quickly. She has one scar, along her back leg, that looks like she was cut with a jagged shard of glass. Despite her size, Lilypool is immensely strong, a very good fighter.
xx; Personality
Lilypool is a she-cat with a strong, fierce personality, although her name suggest mild emotions. She merely has a thick personality that comes off most of the time as bitter, but she can be very kind and caring. Some cats doubt her loyalty, for she was born as a kittypet, but Lilypool's loyalty to ShadowClan and her leader run extremely deep, perhaps even deeper than others.
As desperate as she is to prove herself worthy, Lilypool refuses to show whenever she is too weak or wavering to carry on. Determinations runs thick in her veins, along with pride. She rarely ever declares defeat, and is the one cat you will always see pressing onward. Lilypool is also immensely clever, with a keen mind and a sharp sense for danger.
xx; History
Lilypool was born to Thlayli, a beautiful gray she-cat, and Jasper, a strong brown tom. Both were kittypets, as was their only daughter. Although Lilypool (at the time named Candy) longed for a life that was more challenging, for she was a cat that enjoyed being challenged. Even as a kittypet she wasn't easily beaten, be it fighting or cleverness.
Lilypool turned her head the other way, away from the kittypet life she had known, and left. She stumbled upon ShadowClan and got into a fight with the patrol, giving them all memorable scars that made sure they never forgot her. By doing that, she proved herself, and when her situation had been explained, they decided to give her a chance. Lilypool received her kit name, Lilykit, and then progressed surprisingly well in clan life. She was a eager apprentice, and a good, trust-able warrior.
When given her warrior name, Lilypool felt prouder than ever. She had proved all those clan cats that scoffed at the sight of her wrong. She had never any want to be this well accepted into the clan, but when she was, she held her head high and remained dignified and impassive.
xx; Additional Info
Nope.
xx; Example Post
Dim, musty moonlight drifted in through the tight brambles of the warriors den. Night birds had begun to sing their lullabies, the soft hum of their gentle and sweet vocals sifting through the camp of ShadowClan. The marsh grasses rustled in the warm breeze. The eeriness of it all was somewhat calming; how the world seemed to be holding it's breath, listening to the night's song. The faint whisper of the wind, murmuring the lost thoughts and voices of the lost, mixed with the song, creating a ghostly effect.
One sound stood out from the rest. The soft, almost inaudible rustle of brambles. In a few moments, a lithe, delicate frame of a she-cat stepped through. Her orange pelt glimmered in the starlight, the white on her paws gleaming like fresh snow. Even in the darkness, the stunning color of her topaz eyes, so different than others, flashed brilliantly against the darkness of the night. These features could only belong to one cat; Lilypool.
Lilypool stepped across the clearing, her bodice moving with immense elegance and grace. She moved silently and without hesitation, holding her sculpted crown high with pride and arrogance. Her glittering eyes swept over the dark camp quickly as she moved, and she finally came to her destination; a small tree. She rested under it quietly, slowly beginning to groom herself. Her already glistening pelt glowed impressively; her honey coloured eyes bright and excruciating.
