Post by arcticpool on Feb 8, 2008 22:43:06 GMT -5
Arcticpool
[/color][/size][/b]arctickit -> arcticpaw -> arcticpool
Do you wake up and ever think
That life itself is so in sync
Then you never realize whats outside
Because it feels to perfect inside
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General Info
Name Arcticpool
Warrior Name Arcticpool
Nicknames n/a
Gender she-cat
Age 48 moons
Birth Clan IvoryClan
Past Clans n/a
Current Clan IvoryClan
Rank Medicine CatAppearance
Build
Arcticpool's body is that of lithe proportions, with an overall slender and stream-line appearance. Long-limbed and gangly, it adds to her almost underweight appearance, even if she is feeding properly. Her chest is shallow, giving way to her slender appearance, her haunches petite and curving fitfully along her frame. Her shoulders are prominent, swiveling as she is in movement, the gentle curve of her spine giving her a regal appearance. Her neck is fairly arched, almost proudly, with her crown usually tipped highly along the slop of her neck, her ears pricked forward in energetic ease, and posture in constant ease around her Clan. Muscles within the slender frame are thick under the beautiful pelt, giving her a guant and fit appearance, despite petite form. Her muscles are lean and hard to the touch from hard labor, her experiance never waning from her physique. Her paws, small and dainty give quick movement to her streamline body, sending the she-cat quickly into dangerous peril to protect her Clan from the dangers that lurk around every luminous rock. Quite feminine in appearance, she has the strength of a warrior, and is not afraid to show others that she can pull her own weight of the Clan. With a fiery will to defend her Clan or aid in any way possible, she is conservative of her strengths.
Fur
The greatest expanse of Arcticpool's pelt is that of a gleaming ivory, with each individual stranded mended along two hues, that of faint gold and that of alabaster. Along her face, limbs, and tail her pelt falls into a gentle ginger tabby hue, the colors sparse and faded, but effective to her uniqueness. The darkest and most prominent of the tabby markings are along her face, outlining her bright eyes, and the soft outline of her expression. Each limb delicately wrapped into the ginger hue seem separate yet connected to her bodice, causing a effective ease as she moves in long strides that carry her in regal priority. Her pelt is silk to the touch, such as from daily cleaning after every activity. A sweet scent wafts gently around the silky follicles, her scent unique and admiring, sweet yet strong, a sense of bravery amongst compassion that ranges in her heart.
Eyes
Arcticpool's eyes are that of a shimmering blue. The vast expanse of a lake reflecting the gorgeous azul of the sky, the far distant and forgotten streams of silver pelt shimmering deep amongst the pupils. They are clear and vibrant, expelling life that holds a certain authority yet a gentle prowess that can ease the most belligerent of hearts. Calm and compassionate, they radiant a sense of malice that dare not be challenged, yet an overwhelming wisdom that goes far beyond her own lives and into that of their ancestors. A talented youth and elder wisdom bring her eyes into that of a window of personality, her whole life seemingly to leak from the azul depths. Unafraid to let her emotions flood the air around her clan, she gazed up proudly, ready to spring into undivided action.
Other
Despite seeing perfect, Arcticpool has her faults. From an accident a long time ago, her right fore leg was injured. It is scarred from her should to her paw, causing her to limp. The limp is only shown when she is in a casual walk, giving her the appearance of limping from a new wound. Though, if the light ginger tabby trots or marked her movement faster the limp disappears as if she had no ailment. It doesn’t affect her, and she complains that she is as strong as any other warrior or cat, and if discriminated against she allows her hot tongue to loosen and throw comments back to the idiotic fools.
Personality
Arcticpool is like the moon. She is shy and reclusive, spending her time alone and is slightly uncomfortable around other cats; no matter what. Being separated from family so early really has effects on her, and she is unlikely to warm up to someone quickly. Arcticpool loves to be alone on a bright moonlit night, she doesn't know why, but it soothes her and gives her strength to live on for the next day. She lives to be alone, being in crowds causes her to get jumpy and she could pop, and perhaps hurt someone. She was never very vocal. Arcticpool will think things through entirely before jumping into them. This keeps her from receiving harsh injuries, but this always doesn't work. She isn't one to rush into a tumble, but will defend what she loves with glowing pride, and for once she is quick to take action. Arcticpool is also very smart to the way of nature, she knows fate is fate and that it mostly cannot be altered, and she abides by it. Yet she will try with all her might to keep another from the vile clutches of death. Arcticpool is strong, not only in her muscles but in her heart. She has lived threw so much heartbreak, but she still moves on, that's all she could do right? Though, she puts a strong cloak around herself, shading the pain. Arcticpool is compassionate, and will help anyone in need. Whether they need a hand, or just a friendly ear. They say a friendly ear can be the best medicine right? Having a caring nature, she is well with wounds, and often cares for her weak or injured comrades. Arcticpool occasionally gets grumpy, and likes to be forgotten. With the knack to strike out and retaliate in these situations. These problems only arise when she is depressed. Even so, when someone asks her what is wrong, she only looks to the ground and whispers 'nothing'. To afraid and shy to share how she feels or if something’s wrong. It could be the second before her death before she would tell you something was wrong. She believes that it will only make the ones close to her worry if they know- thus keeping it in the soft clutches of her heart.
Hobbies and talents
Talented in the wake of many things, her most cherished trait is that of simply listening and giving the best advice, as if she's seen the world ten times over. She is also a validate hunter and warrior, but prefers to dedicate herself to nature and enjoys the scent of various herbs, her scent most of the time mingling with that of herbs to dusting her from others. She is also well with wounds, and quick to take action and a strategic problem-solver.
Faults and dislikes
Despite being compassionate, her tongue is a rage of fire, and willing to give anyone a lashing. Sometimes arrogant and oblivious to things around her, she sometimes thinks to deeply on a certain subject. She also is touchy about her past and limp, and is not afraid to unsheathe her claws for a scuffle.History
Parents[m] Tempeststorm[f] Fallenpelt
Siblings
[m] Wildpelt[m] Scarpelt
[f] Snowdrift
Teaching Me n/a
Proteges Ripplepaw
Closer than a friend n/a
After me n/a
Other Family
[m] Goldenheart [half-brother][f] Singingpool [half-sister]
[m] flarekit [nephew]
[m] maskkit [nephew]
[f] angelkit [niece]
Gone but unforgotten[m] Tempeststorm
[f] Fallenpelt
[f] Singingpool
[m] Scarpelt
History
Since Arcticpool's early life has no significance, let's skip to only a moon before this time. She laid under the shielding veins of a tree, her pelt dappled as the light shone through. Face was contemplative, deep in thought as light azul eyes mused again and again. Her clan continued by, not noticing her. There was no love, no kindness. Maybe only between her and Vibrantclaw was there some sort of emotion rather than hate. If only everyone else loved like them, the Clan would be different. The world would be different. If only others could throw away their sins. They were mates, no. Mates were forbidden to her. Her ear twitched as VibrantClaw, silent beside her spoke deeply in her ear, his hot breath flaming. "Come on, let's run off together. Until we reach paradise, until we find a place were we can be happy! We'll run hand in hand!" Moved, Arcticpool agreed. So, they simply left. No one chased them. They were not worth it. They were never welcomed anywhere, and doubt stung deep with her like a quick chill. Had Vibrantclaw's paradise been only fantasy? Then disaster. In his usual cheeriness, he decided paradise lay beyond the river. Scared to cross, Arcticpool shivered. Vibrantclaw, went out first proving her it was safe. But as he went to turn, his form toppled, a surprised squeak exiting him. Frozen, Arcticpool could only watch. Then, seeing his head disappear, she bounded into the thick current, searching for him. Yet- he went unfound. Alone, in complete solitude, she cursed the alabaster male. Hand in hand?! What now? What now! How could she be happy now? How could she possibly move on? Lifting her head to the sky, a mournful yowl vibrated against the sky, and like instinct droplets of rain feel from the sky. Letting the droplets stain her face and hide the tears, a meek smile ran over her lips. "Look Vibrantclaw. Even Starclan are weeping."
Since then n/a
Companionship
Snowdrift- Arcticpool loves her sister, yes. Yet- is far more easily annoyed with her sister's charactic naivity, and no matter what cannot put common sense into her sister. She'd die for her though, but only after the clan.
Flarekit, Maskkit, Angelkit- The children she can never have. She loves them, and would do anything for them.
Wildpelt- Its strict loyalty to her brother- she must show him that they are equals in everything. Yet- his ambition scares her.
Goldenheart- Her half-brother. He is nothing more but loyalty to his clan. He shows no affection for her, and the only thing he ever comes to her for is poultices. She loves him, but it is not returned.
Enmity
Secrect- She hates him for what he did to her sister.
Otherwise known
Rest of the ClanIn Addendumrubish cowRoleplaying Sample
Life was an endless road of possibilities and hopes. Dreams were meet and broken, even others forgotten. It was a long life of betrayal, living, and breathing. You had to learn yourself in this boggling abyss of lies and promises that went amiss. You were a single person, alone, in a vast abyss of everything pushing against you. Oh, how awful it felt. To be the only one pushing against it, only to be something to be forgotten when you died. You were never remembered for how much to fought against that never-ending wall of problems. You were never really understood or named. You were nothing but an antique once precious grown into nothing more than a tattered broken lot that no one was to buy. They wouldn't buy you, never. Oh, but how they would if they knew how fiercely you fought against all them things pushing you down, and how you stood back up when you stumbled to the ground. Alas, they would never know and just pass you by with nothing but an indifferent glance. Oh how different if they knew who you really where. Yes, very different it indeed would be...
Blood streaked upon the canvas of the sky, pulsating and writhing in its dying life. Spectrums of color blended with the insolent azul of the never-ending ocean above them, swirling and mixing as the sun awoke to this new place, this unknown world. The sun's mane reached done, flagging in the wind as it passed over breathing creatures, giving a sense of life and renewal as the darkness from hours past waned. Oh the joy! The creatures sung as they awoke, relishing as the war fingertips brushed them with unconditional love. Yet not everything was blissful, no, not nearly completely blissful at all. Shadowed by the great ridges above, ghastly painted pelt hid beneath the ridge's entangled minerals. Imagine the deepest red, wrapped along the shivering physique and quivering heart of a male, with the emotions and heart the same dark, cold, stony hue. With ebony stains marked along the hide. Foreign and melancholy, the feelings one exposes upon the sight of him. Always followed by fear and respect. Undulating and plummeting, his hide extends beyond comprehension in this endless cloak of ebony and crimson. Convoluting and slivering it does as massive muscles pressure to rip the susceptible weakness of dermis. Eyes of the purest, most grotesque wolfly hue brightly in his pools. Seemingly the most perilous night was sealed and contained within their swirling, mysterious depths- hiding the brightest treasure.
Pools lifted, swirling in their deceitful mixture. Obsidian iriries focused upon the unknown land before him. Squinting in their blank dismal, a ocean spread beyond his view, a shadowed beach laying forlorn along it's edge. The waves lapped against the sandy road, the noise soothing yet enraging as it disturbed his silence. Loneliness, it was there...yet he didn't need companionship. Skin twitched as the wind pulled at his coat. Snorting, appendages carried the canine beast forward into the heart of the shore. Carcass gave way to broad pillars, stout and fading into thick paws, waving and dancing as he moved with ghost- like movements. Hiding in beautiful deception the claws that had done unspeakable events. Hanging like corpses from a vine, his tassel fell from his rump. Amplificating and rolling like waves, the tassel waved delicately in the breeze. Substantial and flowing, but not matted, his fur undulated with the wind's caresses and whipped passionately about his forbidding facade in a sense of a hazardous yearning.
Harks pinned, powerful limbs digging stained paws into the skin of the Earth, ripping the dead grass from it's mother. The air smelled- reeked of evil deeds. This whole place did. This world they lived in was nothing but a bottle of demise. The crimson wolf gave a wicked chuckle. He was not affected by the air it seemed and he walked by with indifference as the various scent posts. He was searching out the lead master. He did have respect, but patience was not his virtue and he preferred calling from within the lands rather than waiting for hours outside of it. With the reek of slat stinging in the fibers of his nostrils, the devil threw his head to the setting sky, cracked lips parting to relinquish a violent howl. It sounded all so familiar to those that screamed in agony as the pain overtook them. It vibrated against the ridges beyond and echoed along the surface of the rolling waves. Muscles rippled as he continued to dig his claws into the veins of the earth and rip up the polluted soil. Smirking, he stood still, golden eyes studying the landscape. He held his posture in a normal pose, ear forward and head upraised and tail hanging loftily behind him. He would not show dominance on another's turf, yet he would not be so inclined to show immediate submission.
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