Post by Wolfstar on Sept 29, 2007 16:49:27 GMT -5
Name: Stalkingshadow
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Position: Warrior
Clan: DawnClan
Description: Light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Appearance: Stalkingshadow is a light brown tabby with darker brown stripes. She always tries to keep her fur clean and tidy- not for catching the eye of anyone, but she likes to stay neat. She has small white paws, and a white spot on her chest. about the size of a quirter. They are more of a creamy white, but its barely different. Her eyes are a light shade of amber which can be soft and sharp at times. It gets darker around the pupil, as most eyes do. A few scars are on her body; one down her flank on the left, and another on her right front leg. These are from a fight over territory in her apprentice days. She- for some reason- does not remember exactly which Clan it was. She also has a small V in her left ear from that fight.
She has a slender frame. Her longs legs help her run swiftly through the trees in DawnClan territory. She has muscles that are clearly visible under her short-haired fur. Yes, Stalkingshadow likes to think of herself as pretty as AshClan cats, whether this is true or not, she leaves that up to her fellow Clanmates and forgets about it. Non-the-less, she grooms herself almost constantly. Although its mainly a habit of boredom, embarassment, or shyness.
Personality: Stalkingshadow is a proud and loyal DawnClan cat. She is almost always happy, like most DawnClan cats. She likes to think of the good times for the future, instead of the bad present happenings. Unless one of her loved ones is killed- thats the only time this happy-go-lucky cat is ever depressed. She always walks with her head up, looking for bright and happy things that surround her. She never really gets hostiles, unless it involves her Clanmates. When someone is trepassing, she confronts them, but never in a furious way. Maybe she'd show a little hostility, but she never completely meant it.
She loves to fish in the pond on DawnClan territory. As well as bask in the sunny clearing near the NeedleClan border. Hunting is her thing, and she's one of the best hunters in DawnClan. (Like Sandstorm) She rarely fights, in worry of severly hurting an 'innocent' cat. But, whenever she does fight, she fights her heart out to save her Clan. She loves rain for some reason. The feel of it on her pelt, the puddles left on the ground, the fresh-ness of it all. And afterwards, the birds sing and the rainbows come out. Despite all the hapiness in her life- her world is not made of milk and honey.
History: Stalkingshadow was born to Shadewing and Thornblade, with her sister- Morningkit. She always obeyed her parents- unless her sister persuaded her, even though that was pretty hard to do. Even then she was a very happy kit, but so were all the DawnClan cats. She soon got her apprentice name; Stalkingpaw. And her mentor was Whitewhisker. She fought in a few battles before she was made a warrior. In one, Whitewhisker got killed, so Firespirit took over her training.
She recieved her warrior name; Stalkingshadow after 8 moons of training. Her sister, Morningpaw got her name as well; Morningstripe. But she didn't live much longer to uphold the Clan with her name, for she got killed during an attack of foxes. She got pushed into the river on accident. So Stalkingshadow lost her sister, as well as her parents who died of sickness and old age. She's lived on as a warrior ever since. She hasn't taken on a mate or beared kits yet, but she's hoping for that to happen sometime in her life. (Sorry its short..)
RP Sample:
Stalkingshadow walked through the forest, alone. She decided to go hunting by herself. It was a warm, nice, spring day. The sky cloudless, and the sun shone brightly. The morning dew was just beginning to evaporate into the air and birds sang happily in the trees. She opened her mouth slightly waiting for the air to reach her scent glands. She was close the Little forest and to her old hilled home. She scented something familiar, and it wasn’t good. She took another step forward and heard that familiar lumbering of paws that she had heard long ago. The same sound and scent that she had heard and smelled that one day she was out with her sister running along through the hills. It was a badger. Her fur stood up as she saw the familiar white striped head and beady eyes standing a few fox-lengths away. DawnClan hadn’t had any trouble with badgers since she arrived there a few moons ago. Her hackles were raised, her back arched. She let out a long, shrill hiss. The badger charged at her. She leapt into the air, landing on its back. She dug her claws into its back. It tried to throw her off, but she just tightened her grip. She bit down on the back of its neck. It roared in pain. Rage finally gave it the extra effort to throw her off. While she was still on the ground, it bit her and dragged her by her leg. Stalkingshadow struggled to get out of the badgers grip, managing to wriggle away. She felt a sharp pain in her back as the badger clawed her. Her scar from the other badger had reopened and was bleeding terribly. She yowled in pain and she leapt back at the badger. She clawed at its eyes and throat, managing to leave a somewhat deep scratch on its neck, and a scar over its eye. It bit her on her shoulder. She yowled and kicked it away. It landed a few tail-lengths away. This was the perfect time to get away and run back t the Clan. But then StarClan knows where it would go. It could follow her to the Clan and attack. No, she would fight it off. She clawed its nose as it stood up. It hit her hard on her head with its big paw. It hurt terribly. It then pinned her down. She tried to get away from it, but it had her down good. Its teeth were only inches away from her neck, ready for the killing bite. She yowled loudly, all of a sudden feeling as if all of StarClan were in her paws. She wriggled out of its grasp and faced it, legs out-stretched. She made another battle cry ad lunged at it, clawing at whatever she could reach. She felt pain all over where it was hitting at her too, trying to get her away. But she didn’t stop. She felt her claws pierce its skin, although she was unsure where she had hit it. It roared and threw her off and she landed with a thud on the ground. The badger roared again and raced away. Stalkingshadow got up and raced after it, making sure it was gone. She skidded to a halt at the border and spit. It disappeared into the hills. She snorted and headed back to camp to get check over by the medicine cat.
Stalkingshadow sat in the clearing, sitting over a snowy white lump of fur. The flashbacl played in hr head again and again. The lashing of claws, the baring of fangs and the swipes and blows of that morning. The yowls of pain and battle. ShadowClan had attacked the camp that morning. And a few cats had been lost. Snowpelt and Gingerpaw had been two of them. A small tear dropped, and another trickled down her cheek as she mourned for her lost Clanmates. She was holding a vigil for them as they made their journey to StarClan. She missed them dearly. They were the first cats she had seen when she had come to the forest. Besides Fateheart, that is. He was sitting beside her, holding the vigil as well. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to StarClan that they would get there safely. Yes, Stalkingshadow did believe in StarClan, even though she was born a rogue. Living with RiverClan gave her something to believe, something to fight for, something to live for. Yes, living with her sister and parents as a rogue racing across hills carefree was worth living for, but this was better. “Let StarClan light your path, Snowpelt, Gingerpaw.” She murmured. She lay down, her pelt brushing the white warrior’s and she was going to stay there for the rest of the night, as a proper vigil to help her on her way to StarClan.
I think thats it.. Sorry if it says anything about RiverClan or Dawn. This is an RP sample from another place and I may have missed alot of things that needed to be changed.
Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Position: Warrior
Clan: DawnClan
Description: Light brown tabby she-cat with amber eyes.
Appearance: Stalkingshadow is a light brown tabby with darker brown stripes. She always tries to keep her fur clean and tidy- not for catching the eye of anyone, but she likes to stay neat. She has small white paws, and a white spot on her chest. about the size of a quirter. They are more of a creamy white, but its barely different. Her eyes are a light shade of amber which can be soft and sharp at times. It gets darker around the pupil, as most eyes do. A few scars are on her body; one down her flank on the left, and another on her right front leg. These are from a fight over territory in her apprentice days. She- for some reason- does not remember exactly which Clan it was. She also has a small V in her left ear from that fight.
She has a slender frame. Her longs legs help her run swiftly through the trees in DawnClan territory. She has muscles that are clearly visible under her short-haired fur. Yes, Stalkingshadow likes to think of herself as pretty as AshClan cats, whether this is true or not, she leaves that up to her fellow Clanmates and forgets about it. Non-the-less, she grooms herself almost constantly. Although its mainly a habit of boredom, embarassment, or shyness.
Personality: Stalkingshadow is a proud and loyal DawnClan cat. She is almost always happy, like most DawnClan cats. She likes to think of the good times for the future, instead of the bad present happenings. Unless one of her loved ones is killed- thats the only time this happy-go-lucky cat is ever depressed. She always walks with her head up, looking for bright and happy things that surround her. She never really gets hostiles, unless it involves her Clanmates. When someone is trepassing, she confronts them, but never in a furious way. Maybe she'd show a little hostility, but she never completely meant it.
She loves to fish in the pond on DawnClan territory. As well as bask in the sunny clearing near the NeedleClan border. Hunting is her thing, and she's one of the best hunters in DawnClan. (Like Sandstorm) She rarely fights, in worry of severly hurting an 'innocent' cat. But, whenever she does fight, she fights her heart out to save her Clan. She loves rain for some reason. The feel of it on her pelt, the puddles left on the ground, the fresh-ness of it all. And afterwards, the birds sing and the rainbows come out. Despite all the hapiness in her life- her world is not made of milk and honey.
History: Stalkingshadow was born to Shadewing and Thornblade, with her sister- Morningkit. She always obeyed her parents- unless her sister persuaded her, even though that was pretty hard to do. Even then she was a very happy kit, but so were all the DawnClan cats. She soon got her apprentice name; Stalkingpaw. And her mentor was Whitewhisker. She fought in a few battles before she was made a warrior. In one, Whitewhisker got killed, so Firespirit took over her training.
She recieved her warrior name; Stalkingshadow after 8 moons of training. Her sister, Morningpaw got her name as well; Morningstripe. But she didn't live much longer to uphold the Clan with her name, for she got killed during an attack of foxes. She got pushed into the river on accident. So Stalkingshadow lost her sister, as well as her parents who died of sickness and old age. She's lived on as a warrior ever since. She hasn't taken on a mate or beared kits yet, but she's hoping for that to happen sometime in her life. (Sorry its short..)
RP Sample:
Stalkingshadow walked through the forest, alone. She decided to go hunting by herself. It was a warm, nice, spring day. The sky cloudless, and the sun shone brightly. The morning dew was just beginning to evaporate into the air and birds sang happily in the trees. She opened her mouth slightly waiting for the air to reach her scent glands. She was close the Little forest and to her old hilled home. She scented something familiar, and it wasn’t good. She took another step forward and heard that familiar lumbering of paws that she had heard long ago. The same sound and scent that she had heard and smelled that one day she was out with her sister running along through the hills. It was a badger. Her fur stood up as she saw the familiar white striped head and beady eyes standing a few fox-lengths away. DawnClan hadn’t had any trouble with badgers since she arrived there a few moons ago. Her hackles were raised, her back arched. She let out a long, shrill hiss. The badger charged at her. She leapt into the air, landing on its back. She dug her claws into its back. It tried to throw her off, but she just tightened her grip. She bit down on the back of its neck. It roared in pain. Rage finally gave it the extra effort to throw her off. While she was still on the ground, it bit her and dragged her by her leg. Stalkingshadow struggled to get out of the badgers grip, managing to wriggle away. She felt a sharp pain in her back as the badger clawed her. Her scar from the other badger had reopened and was bleeding terribly. She yowled in pain and she leapt back at the badger. She clawed at its eyes and throat, managing to leave a somewhat deep scratch on its neck, and a scar over its eye. It bit her on her shoulder. She yowled and kicked it away. It landed a few tail-lengths away. This was the perfect time to get away and run back t the Clan. But then StarClan knows where it would go. It could follow her to the Clan and attack. No, she would fight it off. She clawed its nose as it stood up. It hit her hard on her head with its big paw. It hurt terribly. It then pinned her down. She tried to get away from it, but it had her down good. Its teeth were only inches away from her neck, ready for the killing bite. She yowled loudly, all of a sudden feeling as if all of StarClan were in her paws. She wriggled out of its grasp and faced it, legs out-stretched. She made another battle cry ad lunged at it, clawing at whatever she could reach. She felt pain all over where it was hitting at her too, trying to get her away. But she didn’t stop. She felt her claws pierce its skin, although she was unsure where she had hit it. It roared and threw her off and she landed with a thud on the ground. The badger roared again and raced away. Stalkingshadow got up and raced after it, making sure it was gone. She skidded to a halt at the border and spit. It disappeared into the hills. She snorted and headed back to camp to get check over by the medicine cat.
Stalkingshadow sat in the clearing, sitting over a snowy white lump of fur. The flashbacl played in hr head again and again. The lashing of claws, the baring of fangs and the swipes and blows of that morning. The yowls of pain and battle. ShadowClan had attacked the camp that morning. And a few cats had been lost. Snowpelt and Gingerpaw had been two of them. A small tear dropped, and another trickled down her cheek as she mourned for her lost Clanmates. She was holding a vigil for them as they made their journey to StarClan. She missed them dearly. They were the first cats she had seen when she had come to the forest. Besides Fateheart, that is. He was sitting beside her, holding the vigil as well. She closed her eyes and sent a silent prayer to StarClan that they would get there safely. Yes, Stalkingshadow did believe in StarClan, even though she was born a rogue. Living with RiverClan gave her something to believe, something to fight for, something to live for. Yes, living with her sister and parents as a rogue racing across hills carefree was worth living for, but this was better. “Let StarClan light your path, Snowpelt, Gingerpaw.” She murmured. She lay down, her pelt brushing the white warrior’s and she was going to stay there for the rest of the night, as a proper vigil to help her on her way to StarClan.
I think thats it.. Sorry if it says anything about RiverClan or Dawn. This is an RP sample from another place and I may have missed alot of things that needed to be changed.
