Post by pearlpaw on Feb 29, 2008 23:32:48 GMT -5
Dancingpaw
roaches and cigarettes
a sink of hungry dishes
flies in the afterbirth
i miss you when you're timid
[-Otep]
General Info
Name Dancingpaw
Warrior Name Dancingfoot
Nicknames Dance, Disco, whatever anyone decides to call her.
Gender Female
Age Six moons
Birth Clan IvoryClan
Past Clans IvoryClan
Current Clan IvoryClan
Rank Apprentice
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build Long, tall, sinewy muscle.
Fur Dancingpaw has a short, soft coat that is primarily a gray tabby pattern. Her front toes are white, and her back legs are white to mid-thigh. Her belly has a strip of white as well.
Eyes Dancingpaw has large, dark olive colored eyes.
Other None
Personality Dancingpaw is a lively, energetic youth. A spitfire beauty in the making, she's always got to have her nose in all the "juicy business," as she calls it. Always making a distinct impression upon first meeting, or upon any meeting for that. Outgoing and not modest at all, Dancingpaw will be a notorious flirt when she matures to understand such procedures. Being in control is something that she's come to be fond of, although having too great of a responsibility always will make Dancingpaw shy away from desiring power absolute.
Hobbies and talents Bouncing about, gossip, talking to just about anyone.
Faults and dislikes The fact that she's always trying to find out what's going on, she's somewhat of a snob, and she's a bit of a control freak.
-.-.-.-
History
Parents Hawkwing - Rosebrook
Siblings Cirruspaw, Ryepaw
Teaching Me None yet appointed
Proteges Too young
Closer than a friend Too young
After me Too young
Other Family None known
Gone but unforgotten None
History.
In the few short months that Dancingpaw has lived thus so far... Not too much to say has happened. Her mother and father weren't exactly the perfect couple; they weren't young, lovey-dovey romantics that had many sweet adventures in the rain. But they could tolerate each other, and to some length, enjoy each other's company. It was all very well. Dancingpaw was brought into the world early Newleaf, along with her brothers Cirruspaw and Ryepaw - then known as Cirruskit and Ryekit. They all had a nice kithood, doing much of the normal, expected youth activities. Playing, bickering, listening to elders' stories. They soon rounded the bend to their apprentice ceremony, one Dancingpaw had been counting down to for moons. And now, a wet behind the ears apprentice, she hopes to leave her mark in the clan.
Since then.
Dancingpaw hasn't been anywhere yet.
Companionship.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
Enmity.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
Otherwise known.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--Rubbish Cow
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
For a moment that were far less frequent now that spring had rolled around, Willow was in the theater. More importantly, she was alone. The little Alaskan Klee Kai was perched on a windowsill to a tall window, overlooking the city. Only recently she'd discovered the second floor. Yes, she always assumed that there had been another floor to the place, but hadn't gotten the chance or will summed up to go exploring. Long shafts of light fell over the long rows of cushy, faded seats, and the dust swirled much more evidently now that they had their own spotlight.
Willow sighed. The scents up here were far less strong and the ones left were from before the spring, so not much of female heat-trails. If she came across another one of those, she thought she'd go insane with rage. Yeah, Willow's aggression levels were much higher this time of year. She didn't like it, but would have to live with it.
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, so the afternoon sun was just leaving it's midpoint in the sky. It sat like a blazing ball in the middle of the sky, making shadows appear long and spindly. Willow slowly glanced back down at the theater, feeling rather smug. She could see all that happened below, but could never be spotted. It made her feel like an amazing spy... But no one was there for her to eavesdrop on. It was probably for the best.
[/size][/size]roaches and cigarettes
a sink of hungry dishes
flies in the afterbirth
i miss you when you're timid
[-Otep]
General Info
Name Dancingpaw
Warrior Name Dancingfoot
Nicknames Dance, Disco, whatever anyone decides to call her.
Gender Female
Age Six moons
Birth Clan IvoryClan
Past Clans IvoryClan
Current Clan IvoryClan
Rank Apprentice
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build Long, tall, sinewy muscle.
Fur Dancingpaw has a short, soft coat that is primarily a gray tabby pattern. Her front toes are white, and her back legs are white to mid-thigh. Her belly has a strip of white as well.
Eyes Dancingpaw has large, dark olive colored eyes.
Other None
Personality Dancingpaw is a lively, energetic youth. A spitfire beauty in the making, she's always got to have her nose in all the "juicy business," as she calls it. Always making a distinct impression upon first meeting, or upon any meeting for that. Outgoing and not modest at all, Dancingpaw will be a notorious flirt when she matures to understand such procedures. Being in control is something that she's come to be fond of, although having too great of a responsibility always will make Dancingpaw shy away from desiring power absolute.
Hobbies and talents Bouncing about, gossip, talking to just about anyone.
Faults and dislikes The fact that she's always trying to find out what's going on, she's somewhat of a snob, and she's a bit of a control freak.
-.-.-.-
History
Parents Hawkwing - Rosebrook
Siblings Cirruspaw, Ryepaw
Teaching Me None yet appointed
Proteges Too young
Closer than a friend Too young
After me Too young
Other Family None known
Gone but unforgotten None
History.
In the few short months that Dancingpaw has lived thus so far... Not too much to say has happened. Her mother and father weren't exactly the perfect couple; they weren't young, lovey-dovey romantics that had many sweet adventures in the rain. But they could tolerate each other, and to some length, enjoy each other's company. It was all very well. Dancingpaw was brought into the world early Newleaf, along with her brothers Cirruspaw and Ryepaw - then known as Cirruskit and Ryekit. They all had a nice kithood, doing much of the normal, expected youth activities. Playing, bickering, listening to elders' stories. They soon rounded the bend to their apprentice ceremony, one Dancingpaw had been counting down to for moons. And now, a wet behind the ears apprentice, she hopes to leave her mark in the clan.
Since then.
Dancingpaw hasn't been anywhere yet.
Companionship.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
Enmity.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
Otherwise known.
Dancingpaw hasn't met anyone yet!
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--Rubbish Cow
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
For a moment that were far less frequent now that spring had rolled around, Willow was in the theater. More importantly, she was alone. The little Alaskan Klee Kai was perched on a windowsill to a tall window, overlooking the city. Only recently she'd discovered the second floor. Yes, she always assumed that there had been another floor to the place, but hadn't gotten the chance or will summed up to go exploring. Long shafts of light fell over the long rows of cushy, faded seats, and the dust swirled much more evidently now that they had their own spotlight.
Willow sighed. The scents up here were far less strong and the ones left were from before the spring, so not much of female heat-trails. If she came across another one of those, she thought she'd go insane with rage. Yeah, Willow's aggression levels were much higher this time of year. She didn't like it, but would have to live with it.
It was about three o'clock in the afternoon, so the afternoon sun was just leaving it's midpoint in the sky. It sat like a blazing ball in the middle of the sky, making shadows appear long and spindly. Willow slowly glanced back down at the theater, feeling rather smug. She could see all that happened below, but could never be spotted. It made her feel like an amazing spy... But no one was there for her to eavesdrop on. It was probably for the best.
