Post by Mintÿ♫ on Oct 13, 2008 13:25:25 GMT -5
Name: Goldenpaw (-song)
Gender: She-cat.
Clan: AshClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 11 moons
Short Description: Sleek, golden-yellow she-cat with wide amber eyes.
Appearance: Goldenpaw is, first and foremost, shockingly beautiful. It's abnormal, and the tragic femininity scares other Clans a strange way. Her pelt shimmers as it flows in soft waterfalls of fur down her back, glowing like the sunhigh sky. Long and lushious, Goldenpaw's fur is of the purest yellow. It is flecked with copper and ginger, with slight peach tabby stripes.During the day, it shines like the sun itself, and birds seem inclined to trill a euphoric melody. At dusk, the yellow is cast in a glazing dark aura, gold tinted with copper - the birds lament a tragically beautiful harmony.
Goldenpaw's build is healthy, big but not masculine, with long, graceful legs and dainty paws that stride over the forest with mystifying elegance. Her head is held just so, neck arched and angled ears lazily pricked. A fluffy tail sweeps out behind her gently curved body, ending with a torch of powdery white. Centered perfectly on her angular head are large, amber eyes like smooth and round stones. The color of maple tree sap, Goldenpaw's orbs are as pure and mesmerizing as light dancing on flowing water, a shimmering kaleidoscope of dawn.
Goldenpaw is young, but she seems to speak with the classical wisdom of AshClan. Her voice spins a sweet melody, and the apprentice uses her young, trustworthy appearance and honey-sweet voice for persuasion. Persuasion for power. Every flick of her tail or gleam of her eyes is set to trick you; she does not reveal anything concerning her true intentions through body language. The apprentice runs at a fairly swift pace, fast enough to give NeedleClan something to worry about. Her strength is what she is proud of. Underneath, hidden in her golden fluff are rippling muscles, just enough to leap and strangle a visiting cat.
Personality: Goldenpaw seems lighthearted and happy, frolicking around and gazing at you with round, pleading eyes. To the ordinary cat, they may wonder how any AshClan cat could be vicious, with an apprentice like this. Yet inside her heart lays sheer cruelty. Jealousy and vanity dominate this poor she-cat's short life, and Goldenpaw does not tolerate such beauty as hers in other Clans. Control and admirance are two things she lives for.
Goldenpaw does not hesitate to hurt strange cats. She was trained (hey, she was born) for dominance.The apprentice is very defensive, but does not refrain from wandering around where she pleases. After all, few cats can argue against her sickly sweet persuasion and outer innocence, can they? Goldenpaw prides herself on this skill, as she does with nearly everything else she does. Goldenpaw is bursting at the seams with self-esteem and confidence! She is convinced she is utterly perfect, and will not admit a single fault. If any cat insults or challenges her... well, I don't envy their fate.
In a fight, Goldenpaw releases her innocence and reveals her inner cruelty. She does not refrain from attacking those smaller and weaker than her to win a battle, and is bold and cunning in battle. Unfortunately, she is all talk and little walk. In other words, her courage is questionable. You will find that most bullies are cowards; this truth is continued in this vicious little she-cat. The apprentice will fight dirty and certainly not honorably, leaving cats gasping in her dust.
History: Goldenkit was born to Morningleaf and Foxclaw, two selfish and cruel warriors of AshClan. As a single kit in her litter, Goldenkit received all of her parents' attention and bloomed in it, yet her mother did not truly connect with her daughter. Goldenkit realized that Morningleaf wasn't capable of all this love, and a harsh hate sprouted in her heart. How could she not be loved? The kit groomed herself vainly, reveling in all of her glories. She was gorgeous, that was a given, cunning, strong, nimble, spirited... the list grew.
Goldenkit's past was not too much unlike any other's, however. She still wrestled with other kits, sometimes even apprentices, and would not let anybody hear the end of it when she was the victor. It was a sunny day when Foxclaw, her father, died, oddly enough. Little Goldenkit was not very concerned with her father's tragic death, but considered it another tool in her I'm-such-an-inocent-and-trustworthy-cute-little-thing act.
Soon enough, she became an apprentice, and given a talented AshClan warrior as her mentor. She trained hard, and is now well into her apprenticeship. The vicious young cat is only beginning to mark her legacy, and all of the forest should fear the time when she rises to her best.
RP Sample: His ethereal blue orbs reflected the sky, and a pure, sleek pelt of ice was coated gently over an artisticly crafted body. Not that it mattered, anyway. Vision was not important, not as important as scent and hearing. The senior warrior's head swiveled, hearing the steady drum-drum-drum of thought flickering like flame and the tense smell of apprehenion carried by the howling breezes. Skygaze flicked his ears with a twinge of annoyance, or maybe regret. You never could tell with Skygaze.
"The past is the future, don't forget. Everything that occurs repeats itself." Skygaze emerged gracefully, every step soundless even in his acute ears and snowy fur dappled in shadow. Deliberately and surely came his meow, as if he heavily considered every word. "The wind that blows the crinkling leaves this sunghigh will howl again tommorow, carrying the breezes of history." Skygaze flicked his blue eyes to Icetail, staring at him but oddly not in focus. Meaningfully nodding, Skygaze sat in deep thought at the pool of water.
Without sight, the blazing sunlight did not distract his philosophies, it only warmed his pelt and gave it a fresh, crisp, minty glow. The senior warrior did not care that he was blind.
Gender: She-cat.
Clan: AshClan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 11 moons
Short Description: Sleek, golden-yellow she-cat with wide amber eyes.
Appearance: Goldenpaw is, first and foremost, shockingly beautiful. It's abnormal, and the tragic femininity scares other Clans a strange way. Her pelt shimmers as it flows in soft waterfalls of fur down her back, glowing like the sunhigh sky. Long and lushious, Goldenpaw's fur is of the purest yellow. It is flecked with copper and ginger, with slight peach tabby stripes.During the day, it shines like the sun itself, and birds seem inclined to trill a euphoric melody. At dusk, the yellow is cast in a glazing dark aura, gold tinted with copper - the birds lament a tragically beautiful harmony.
Goldenpaw's build is healthy, big but not masculine, with long, graceful legs and dainty paws that stride over the forest with mystifying elegance. Her head is held just so, neck arched and angled ears lazily pricked. A fluffy tail sweeps out behind her gently curved body, ending with a torch of powdery white. Centered perfectly on her angular head are large, amber eyes like smooth and round stones. The color of maple tree sap, Goldenpaw's orbs are as pure and mesmerizing as light dancing on flowing water, a shimmering kaleidoscope of dawn.
Goldenpaw is young, but she seems to speak with the classical wisdom of AshClan. Her voice spins a sweet melody, and the apprentice uses her young, trustworthy appearance and honey-sweet voice for persuasion. Persuasion for power. Every flick of her tail or gleam of her eyes is set to trick you; she does not reveal anything concerning her true intentions through body language. The apprentice runs at a fairly swift pace, fast enough to give NeedleClan something to worry about. Her strength is what she is proud of. Underneath, hidden in her golden fluff are rippling muscles, just enough to leap and strangle a visiting cat.
Personality: Goldenpaw seems lighthearted and happy, frolicking around and gazing at you with round, pleading eyes. To the ordinary cat, they may wonder how any AshClan cat could be vicious, with an apprentice like this. Yet inside her heart lays sheer cruelty. Jealousy and vanity dominate this poor she-cat's short life, and Goldenpaw does not tolerate such beauty as hers in other Clans. Control and admirance are two things she lives for.
Goldenpaw does not hesitate to hurt strange cats. She was trained (hey, she was born) for dominance.The apprentice is very defensive, but does not refrain from wandering around where she pleases. After all, few cats can argue against her sickly sweet persuasion and outer innocence, can they? Goldenpaw prides herself on this skill, as she does with nearly everything else she does. Goldenpaw is bursting at the seams with self-esteem and confidence! She is convinced she is utterly perfect, and will not admit a single fault. If any cat insults or challenges her... well, I don't envy their fate.
In a fight, Goldenpaw releases her innocence and reveals her inner cruelty. She does not refrain from attacking those smaller and weaker than her to win a battle, and is bold and cunning in battle. Unfortunately, she is all talk and little walk. In other words, her courage is questionable. You will find that most bullies are cowards; this truth is continued in this vicious little she-cat. The apprentice will fight dirty and certainly not honorably, leaving cats gasping in her dust.
History: Goldenkit was born to Morningleaf and Foxclaw, two selfish and cruel warriors of AshClan. As a single kit in her litter, Goldenkit received all of her parents' attention and bloomed in it, yet her mother did not truly connect with her daughter. Goldenkit realized that Morningleaf wasn't capable of all this love, and a harsh hate sprouted in her heart. How could she not be loved? The kit groomed herself vainly, reveling in all of her glories. She was gorgeous, that was a given, cunning, strong, nimble, spirited... the list grew.
Goldenkit's past was not too much unlike any other's, however. She still wrestled with other kits, sometimes even apprentices, and would not let anybody hear the end of it when she was the victor. It was a sunny day when Foxclaw, her father, died, oddly enough. Little Goldenkit was not very concerned with her father's tragic death, but considered it another tool in her I'm-such-an-inocent-and-trustworthy-cute-little-thing act.
Soon enough, she became an apprentice, and given a talented AshClan warrior as her mentor. She trained hard, and is now well into her apprenticeship. The vicious young cat is only beginning to mark her legacy, and all of the forest should fear the time when she rises to her best.
RP Sample: His ethereal blue orbs reflected the sky, and a pure, sleek pelt of ice was coated gently over an artisticly crafted body. Not that it mattered, anyway. Vision was not important, not as important as scent and hearing. The senior warrior's head swiveled, hearing the steady drum-drum-drum of thought flickering like flame and the tense smell of apprehenion carried by the howling breezes. Skygaze flicked his ears with a twinge of annoyance, or maybe regret. You never could tell with Skygaze.
"The past is the future, don't forget. Everything that occurs repeats itself." Skygaze emerged gracefully, every step soundless even in his acute ears and snowy fur dappled in shadow. Deliberately and surely came his meow, as if he heavily considered every word. "The wind that blows the crinkling leaves this sunghigh will howl again tommorow, carrying the breezes of history." Skygaze flicked his blue eyes to Icetail, staring at him but oddly not in focus. Meaningfully nodding, Skygaze sat in deep thought at the pool of water.
Without sight, the blazing sunlight did not distract his philosophies, it only warmed his pelt and gave it a fresh, crisp, minty glow. The senior warrior did not care that he was blind.