Post by ☆§wìftflame☆ on May 21, 2008 16:41:19 GMT -5
Jaywing
[
[I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are, my love,
On life - be my life]
[Rent<33]
Umm...
Name. Jaywing
Warrior Name. ditto
Nicknames. Anything appropriate for her appearance would just be rude.
Gender. Female
Age. 64 Moons
Birth Clan. IvoryClan
Past Clans. None
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Elder
-.-.-.-
Eww...What's That?
Build. There is only one word that can describe her, and that is FAT. It may seem tactless, but her pelt is stretched taut from unbelievable fat and skin underneath her pelt. Her paws are constantly straining to hold up her weight, and her tail is short and thick. Her face contains no fat, but it too is abnormally large and not attractive in any way. Small ears and a wrinkly face on top of her magnificantly enormous body make for a...well....ugly cat.
Fur. Her fur is long, soft, and straight, perhaps her only redeeming feature. Despite its incredibly surface area, she keeps it meticulously clean. It's coloring is white with large patches of a dark greyish brown.
Eyes. Her eyes are an average green color, with the extra skin on her eyelids drooping forward, making her look permanently sleepy and rather bored. She has small, black pupils in the shape of squished black ovals with pointy sides.
Other.
Personality. Think of her as that fat, wrinkly, way too amazing grandma that gives you chocolate cookies before dinner, not saying a word about it ruining your appetite, and letting you build forts in her kitchen with the chairs, not mentioning a word about making a mess. She's had a long life, and has devoted the rest of it to enjoying herself and making sure others are even happier and always enjoying themselves. She loves a good laugh or a happy story, and has an endless supply of the latter to tell to curious kits and apprentices.
Hobbies and talents. She loves giving happy surprises, and if she spies an especially plump thrush on the fresh-kill pile, she won't hesitate to bring it to a grumpy elder, a queen, or a kit. She also loves playing with young cats, and of course, loves eating a whole lot, too. Oh, and she has an amazing accent.
Faults and dislikes. Well, first of all, she eats way too much, which can be an issue when leaf-bare comes around. She tries her best, but what can we say? She's a fat cat through and through. Also, she does her best to spoil everyone, especially the kits, and they often end up spending more time with her than their own mothers. She's everyone's favorite grandma, relative or not.
-.-.-.-
It Has Relatives?
Parents. Goldenleaf | Cedarheart
Siblings. None
Teaching Me.Shimmersoul
Proteges. Marshstep
Closer than a friend. None I think unless someone wants to make a skinny elder for her to fall in love with? xD
After me. You think kits could survive in that fat-filled cave or horror?
Other Family. Umm...I dunno
Gone but unforgotten. Shimmersoul - killed by blackcough
History.
Oh, boy. I really do not want to write this. But, here goes. Surprisingly enough, she was terribly underweight at birth and, due to an overprotective mother, was always much overfed. Yeah, she adjusted, blah blah blah. Maybe I'll fix this later. She was never great at warrior skills, but tolerated insults about her weight well. One might say she was always destined for the elder's den, and retired from warrior life early to spend her days gossiping and, of course, eating freely.
Since then.
None yet.
Companionship.
EVERYONE.
Enmity.
None...YET
Otherwise known.
She loves everyone.
-.-.-.-
What's The Magic Word...?
--Over The Moon
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
Maybe I will go into the forest! Purplekit's defiant cry reached two pairs of ear, both of which flew into the air, erect with interest. The first was Rainkit. She had been sitting quietly outside the nursery, having just escaped from the nursery. Dawnflight had decided that all four of her kits and herself needed naps right now. Sheesh. Couldn't she see that they weren't tired? The others had grudgingly obliged, but Rainkit had instead waited until all four of her relatives had fallen into a peaceful sleep before creeping happily outside the nursery. But what was there to do? Rainkit jumped up, bouncing happily, at Purplekit's declaration. "Ooh, Purplekit, I wanna go! Can I come? Please???"
[/b] Rainkit's blue eyes sparkled with excitement, her short tail wiggling hopefully. [
[I think they meant it
When they said you can't buy love
Now I know you can rent it
A new lease you are, my love,
On life - be my life]
[Rent<33]
Umm...
Name. Jaywing
Warrior Name. ditto
Nicknames. Anything appropriate for her appearance would just be rude.
Gender. Female
Age. 64 Moons
Birth Clan. IvoryClan
Past Clans. None
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Elder
-.-.-.-
Eww...What's That?
Build. There is only one word that can describe her, and that is FAT. It may seem tactless, but her pelt is stretched taut from unbelievable fat and skin underneath her pelt. Her paws are constantly straining to hold up her weight, and her tail is short and thick. Her face contains no fat, but it too is abnormally large and not attractive in any way. Small ears and a wrinkly face on top of her magnificantly enormous body make for a...well....ugly cat.
Fur. Her fur is long, soft, and straight, perhaps her only redeeming feature. Despite its incredibly surface area, she keeps it meticulously clean. It's coloring is white with large patches of a dark greyish brown.
Eyes. Her eyes are an average green color, with the extra skin on her eyelids drooping forward, making her look permanently sleepy and rather bored. She has small, black pupils in the shape of squished black ovals with pointy sides.
Other.
Personality. Think of her as that fat, wrinkly, way too amazing grandma that gives you chocolate cookies before dinner, not saying a word about it ruining your appetite, and letting you build forts in her kitchen with the chairs, not mentioning a word about making a mess. She's had a long life, and has devoted the rest of it to enjoying herself and making sure others are even happier and always enjoying themselves. She loves a good laugh or a happy story, and has an endless supply of the latter to tell to curious kits and apprentices.
Hobbies and talents. She loves giving happy surprises, and if she spies an especially plump thrush on the fresh-kill pile, she won't hesitate to bring it to a grumpy elder, a queen, or a kit. She also loves playing with young cats, and of course, loves eating a whole lot, too. Oh, and she has an amazing accent.
Faults and dislikes. Well, first of all, she eats way too much, which can be an issue when leaf-bare comes around. She tries her best, but what can we say? She's a fat cat through and through. Also, she does her best to spoil everyone, especially the kits, and they often end up spending more time with her than their own mothers. She's everyone's favorite grandma, relative or not.
-.-.-.-
It Has Relatives?
Parents. Goldenleaf | Cedarheart
Siblings. None
Teaching Me.
Proteges. Marshstep
Closer than a friend. None I think unless someone wants to make a skinny elder for her to fall in love with? xD
After me. You think kits could survive in that fat-filled cave or horror?
Other Family. Umm...I dunno
Gone but unforgotten. Shimmersoul - killed by blackcough
History.
Oh, boy. I really do not want to write this. But, here goes. Surprisingly enough, she was terribly underweight at birth and, due to an overprotective mother, was always much overfed. Yeah, she adjusted, blah blah blah. Maybe I'll fix this later. She was never great at warrior skills, but tolerated insults about her weight well. One might say she was always destined for the elder's den, and retired from warrior life early to spend her days gossiping and, of course, eating freely.
Since then.
None yet.
Companionship.
EVERYONE.
Enmity.
None...YET
Otherwise known.
She loves everyone.
-.-.-.-
What's The Magic Word...?
--Over The Moon
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
Maybe I will go into the forest! Purplekit's defiant cry reached two pairs of ear, both of which flew into the air, erect with interest. The first was Rainkit. She had been sitting quietly outside the nursery, having just escaped from the nursery. Dawnflight had decided that all four of her kits and herself needed naps right now. Sheesh. Couldn't she see that they weren't tired? The others had grudgingly obliged, but Rainkit had instead waited until all four of her relatives had fallen into a peaceful sleep before creeping happily outside the nursery. But what was there to do? Rainkit jumped up, bouncing happily, at Purplekit's declaration. "Ooh, Purplekit, I wanna go! Can I come? Please???"
The other set of ears to hear his cry was Jaywing, who had just finally found a spot large enough to lie her enormously oversized body down for a rest. She had been about to plop down, surely quaking the ground with the force, and bruising her shoulder with her own weight, when her ears his pricked up on their own accord, listening to the adventurous kit's statement with interest. Oh, to be a kit again. Dropping the four mice she was carrying for her midday snack in her spot so she could find it again, Jaywing waddled comically towards the young kit, flab swinging back a forth with each step and dragging in the dust in some places. She glanced around to make sure no warriors were around before stopping about a tail-length away from the tom, allowing for her flab to swing forward slightly. Leaning over her belly, Jaywing's eyes gleamed with mischief as she whispered down to Purplekit. "What's this 'bout goin' into the fores', yung-un? I had plenny the a'venture there ma'self when I was younger...and a bit leaner s'well. "[/b] Jaywing chuckled at her own joke, her strange accent infusing even this light-hearted noise. Glancing around once more, Jaywing continued her whispered merriment. "Well, if'n yor hankerin' for an a'venture, might I suggest the rocky crop jus' ou' of the camp. Not three tail-lengths, I'd say. Jus' loads u' fun, there. Butterflies jus' love it, flutterin' about, flashin' them fancy wings o' theres. And tons uh' flowers, too, still in bloom, even now. [/b] Jaywing's eyes glowed, seemingly with memories. The truth was, she knew that the rocky outcrop a few feet from camp was completely safe, and perfectly visible. The kits wanted to have their little adventure, and no harm could come to them there. With a satisfied purr, Jaywing watched as Rainkit joined their little quest. Tapping the group of kits with a thick, heavy tail, Jaywing shoo'd them quickly towards the entrance. "Go on, you's three. Go be haven' yorselves a liddle a'venture. An' don' you worry, I'll distract Moonwhisker, she migh' see you if yor' not careful. An' make sure you tell me wha' you did when you return, which I recc'men should be by sunhigh. No need scarin' no cats."[/b] Flashing a wide grin, Jaywing called in her carrying, pleasant accent, "Oh, Moonwhisker, cou' you come here for a mo'? I swear I jus' brought five mice ova' here, but now I only see four? Di' one o' those 'prentices snitch one?"[/b] Waving her tail cheerfully but discreetly at the kits, Jaywing once again waddled strenuously back to her spot. Bunching up her muscles, Jaywing allowed her enormous paws to give way, and with an 'oof' of effort, she landed on a heavily padded shoulder. After a bit of squirming to get more comfortable, she began steadily munching her way through he snack, but already thinking about dinner. Jaywing's mind was also filled with warm recalling of her own kits, now happily grown. Oh, to be young again...
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