Post by Blackbird on May 2, 2009 15:29:58 GMT -5
Name: Autumn, Autumnpaw
Gender: Female/She-cat
Age: 8 Moons
Rank: Kit, Nearly Apprentice
Description: A lean, gaunt kit tumbles into the clearing. Her pale, clear blue eyes are wide with terror- she looked as if she had seen something that would haunt her dreams forever. Her thin tail, Grey ringed with black and tufted with random sprigs of red, lashed back and forth. Her whole red and black tabby form was shaking like a leaf, but all eyes were drawn to her face. her eyes looked as if they were once a lively, bright blue; right now they were consumed by fear. The left half was black and grey striped, and the right half was ginger and russet striped. Her nose was black on the ginger side and pink on the black side. her breath was coming in gasps, and her white chest heaved.
Personality: Silence and mystery surround her like a veil of mist. She hasn't uttered a word since her name, and therefore, nobody knows anything about her. Inside, though, she is willful, and consequently disobedient. She knows what is right, and won't let others make decisions for her-she will think something through to the end, and by that time, nothing can sway her decision. She is nobody's pet, nobody's puppet.
Kin: Completely Unknown
Picture:
Here's another angle. Her colors are this bright, but she has the face marking shown in the other pic. Ignore the fact that this cat has three legs...
Other: She can talk, but chooses not to. I want to roleplay her entrance into the Clan, if that is alright...?
History:
Thunder booms in the distance, and a small kitten huddles in the corner of a twoleg nest. There is nowhere to hide, and she nearly jumps out of her skin in fright when the door opens. The figure of her owner is outlined by the grey of the night sky, and he leaves the door open as he walks in. He fumbles around, his actions slurred by the odd liquid he often consumes. Autumn noticed how this odd water changes him, making him violent and muddled. He suddenly whirls around, and spots her in the corner. Letting out a roar, he hurls a clay vase at her. Shards cascade down the wall, and she finally streaks out the open door. Freedom.
Gender: Female/She-cat
Age: 8 Moons
Rank: Kit, Nearly Apprentice
Description: A lean, gaunt kit tumbles into the clearing. Her pale, clear blue eyes are wide with terror- she looked as if she had seen something that would haunt her dreams forever. Her thin tail, Grey ringed with black and tufted with random sprigs of red, lashed back and forth. Her whole red and black tabby form was shaking like a leaf, but all eyes were drawn to her face. her eyes looked as if they were once a lively, bright blue; right now they were consumed by fear. The left half was black and grey striped, and the right half was ginger and russet striped. Her nose was black on the ginger side and pink on the black side. her breath was coming in gasps, and her white chest heaved.
Personality: Silence and mystery surround her like a veil of mist. She hasn't uttered a word since her name, and therefore, nobody knows anything about her. Inside, though, she is willful, and consequently disobedient. She knows what is right, and won't let others make decisions for her-she will think something through to the end, and by that time, nothing can sway her decision. She is nobody's pet, nobody's puppet.
Kin: Completely Unknown
Picture:
Here's another angle. Her colors are this bright, but she has the face marking shown in the other pic. Ignore the fact that this cat has three legs...
Other: She can talk, but chooses not to. I want to roleplay her entrance into the Clan, if that is alright...?
History:
Thunder booms in the distance, and a small kitten huddles in the corner of a twoleg nest. There is nowhere to hide, and she nearly jumps out of her skin in fright when the door opens. The figure of her owner is outlined by the grey of the night sky, and he leaves the door open as he walks in. He fumbles around, his actions slurred by the odd liquid he often consumes. Autumn noticed how this odd water changes him, making him violent and muddled. He suddenly whirls around, and spots her in the corner. Letting out a roar, he hurls a clay vase at her. Shards cascade down the wall, and she finally streaks out the open door. Freedom.
