Post by Blackbird on May 1, 2009 19:33:21 GMT -5
Names: Palmkit, Palmpaw, Palmfrond, Palmstar
Gender: She-cat/Female
Age: 25 Moons
Rank: Leader
Description: Fluffy, mid-length white fur lines her lithe leonine form. Her tufted ear tips and tiny paws are a rich, ochre-toned wheat color. A long and skinny tail, ringed with this same intricate color, helps her balance when climbing the trees that thickly inhabit her woodland home. Her fur is flaxen and white, often getting scruffy and tan when she hunts or goes on a patrol with her Clan-mates-She is not afraid to get down and dirty for the well-being of those she loves. Long, feathery whiskers cascade out from her cheeks, helping her know how close she is to her surroundings. The most striking feature on her body, however, are her breathtaking crystalline eyes. They are the palest shade of blue, getting darkest around the pupil, and fading to white around the edges. Though they are sightless, they swivel around as if she can really see you-maybe they can see deeper into you than just your appearance. They seem to penetrate your soul.
She is as blind as the creatures that live deep in the shadows of caves. However, she can still see- in a different way than most cats. She is hyper-sensitive to heat, and can sense the color of a cat's coat, and its pelt length by how much heat is attracted to them. Darker colors attract more heat. She knows a cat's eye color by how they respond to external factors, such as the tilt of their head when staring into the sky. Lighter colored eyes cannot stare into the sun for very long. Her other senses, such as smell and hearing, are also ultra-refined, so they hear and smell more than any average cat. This is not all there is to help her: She has a sixth sense. In an inexplicable way, she knows where cats are in her surroundings, and what her surroundings are like. She should count her blindness as a blessing, for it opened up a world in which only she knows.
Personality: Though she may be a little cat, her personality is the exact opposite. Constantly striving to prove herself, she can never be content with less than perfect. As far as she knows, she has no limitations, and will always push harder-she has to run faster, to fight even more viciously, to be even kinder. It is in her very nature to try to be the best at everything. She can only get respect by creating it herself-she was born with no status, no good things to get her well-liked. Her future is, and always has been in her own paws.
She is always kind, but forever fierce and determined. Her Clan will always come first, even if she has to make some decisions that don't fit in perfectly with her morals. All she knows is that her Clan must come first, at whatever cost.
Kin: Unnamed LightningClan Cats
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History: Her mother lay in the nursery, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The medicine cat urged her to push, but her life-energy was dwindling. She knew she had to get her kit into the world, but would she be willing to sacrifice her own life for it? She knew only one would come out of this. She had had a fine life-nothing special. She was in the last period she could kit-there was a good chance the kit would come out with a deformity. She was too old for this. The kit had a chance, though-it would survive. She pushed one last time, heard the murmured congratulations of the medicine cat, and her final breath whispered a faint good-bye with the breeze.
The medicine cat carried the little, barely breathing kit into the world. Hard stares and silence were all that greeted it. Nobody had any tolerance or love for the kit of a clan cat and a kittypet.
"Rosetail has died from giving birth to this little kit>" The medicine cat yowled to all, hoping they would spare some mercy for the orphan. He was sadly mistaken-only stares of approval gazed at the nursery. They thought Rosetail got what was coming to her. The cat sighed heavily.
"The kit is to be named Palmkit." He mewed. "It was the name of a plant Rosetail knew, and she requested it be named that. The kit is a she-cat, and is only a bit weaker than normal." The Clan cats said not a word, but continued to stare at the white scrap or fur.
A single moon later, the little white kit sat in her usual spot at the mouth of the nursery. Daisycloud, Palmkit's foster mother, sat with the medicine cat.
"I have deduced what is wrong with her." He mewed gravely. "Palmkit is blind."
Three voles were thrown onto the fresh-kill pile, their pelts colliding with the ground in a puff of earth. A light layer of snow changed the clearing to match Palmfrond's pelt, and she had brought back the most prey today. She was nearing her twenty-fifth moon, and had heard the grave news: Larkstar had died of blackcough, and Tawnyspots was too old for the position of leader. Rainstorm was busily consulting StarClan about who the next leader would be. Every cat seemed to hold their breath as he exited his den: he had a strange look on his face.
"The New leader of LightningClan'" he yowled, high and clear, "Is Palmfrond."
RP sample: (Would the history count as an RP sample?)
Gender: She-cat/Female
Age: 25 Moons
Rank: Leader
Description: Fluffy, mid-length white fur lines her lithe leonine form. Her tufted ear tips and tiny paws are a rich, ochre-toned wheat color. A long and skinny tail, ringed with this same intricate color, helps her balance when climbing the trees that thickly inhabit her woodland home. Her fur is flaxen and white, often getting scruffy and tan when she hunts or goes on a patrol with her Clan-mates-She is not afraid to get down and dirty for the well-being of those she loves. Long, feathery whiskers cascade out from her cheeks, helping her know how close she is to her surroundings. The most striking feature on her body, however, are her breathtaking crystalline eyes. They are the palest shade of blue, getting darkest around the pupil, and fading to white around the edges. Though they are sightless, they swivel around as if she can really see you-maybe they can see deeper into you than just your appearance. They seem to penetrate your soul.
She is as blind as the creatures that live deep in the shadows of caves. However, she can still see- in a different way than most cats. She is hyper-sensitive to heat, and can sense the color of a cat's coat, and its pelt length by how much heat is attracted to them. Darker colors attract more heat. She knows a cat's eye color by how they respond to external factors, such as the tilt of their head when staring into the sky. Lighter colored eyes cannot stare into the sun for very long. Her other senses, such as smell and hearing, are also ultra-refined, so they hear and smell more than any average cat. This is not all there is to help her: She has a sixth sense. In an inexplicable way, she knows where cats are in her surroundings, and what her surroundings are like. She should count her blindness as a blessing, for it opened up a world in which only she knows.
Personality: Though she may be a little cat, her personality is the exact opposite. Constantly striving to prove herself, she can never be content with less than perfect. As far as she knows, she has no limitations, and will always push harder-she has to run faster, to fight even more viciously, to be even kinder. It is in her very nature to try to be the best at everything. She can only get respect by creating it herself-she was born with no status, no good things to get her well-liked. Her future is, and always has been in her own paws.
She is always kind, but forever fierce and determined. Her Clan will always come first, even if she has to make some decisions that don't fit in perfectly with her morals. All she knows is that her Clan must come first, at whatever cost.
Kin: Unnamed LightningClan Cats
Picture:
History: Her mother lay in the nursery, her breath coming in shallow gasps. The medicine cat urged her to push, but her life-energy was dwindling. She knew she had to get her kit into the world, but would she be willing to sacrifice her own life for it? She knew only one would come out of this. She had had a fine life-nothing special. She was in the last period she could kit-there was a good chance the kit would come out with a deformity. She was too old for this. The kit had a chance, though-it would survive. She pushed one last time, heard the murmured congratulations of the medicine cat, and her final breath whispered a faint good-bye with the breeze.
The medicine cat carried the little, barely breathing kit into the world. Hard stares and silence were all that greeted it. Nobody had any tolerance or love for the kit of a clan cat and a kittypet.
"Rosetail has died from giving birth to this little kit>" The medicine cat yowled to all, hoping they would spare some mercy for the orphan. He was sadly mistaken-only stares of approval gazed at the nursery. They thought Rosetail got what was coming to her. The cat sighed heavily.
"The kit is to be named Palmkit." He mewed. "It was the name of a plant Rosetail knew, and she requested it be named that. The kit is a she-cat, and is only a bit weaker than normal." The Clan cats said not a word, but continued to stare at the white scrap or fur.
A single moon later, the little white kit sat in her usual spot at the mouth of the nursery. Daisycloud, Palmkit's foster mother, sat with the medicine cat.
"I have deduced what is wrong with her." He mewed gravely. "Palmkit is blind."
Three voles were thrown onto the fresh-kill pile, their pelts colliding with the ground in a puff of earth. A light layer of snow changed the clearing to match Palmfrond's pelt, and she had brought back the most prey today. She was nearing her twenty-fifth moon, and had heard the grave news: Larkstar had died of blackcough, and Tawnyspots was too old for the position of leader. Rainstorm was busily consulting StarClan about who the next leader would be. Every cat seemed to hold their breath as he exited his den: he had a strange look on his face.
"The New leader of LightningClan'" he yowled, high and clear, "Is Palmfrond."
RP sample: (Would the history count as an RP sample?)
