Post by Đarκsong on Dec 30, 2007 17:22:47 GMT -5
Pantherheart
This is an emergency
So are you listening?
And I can't pretend that I don't see this
It's really not your fault
That no one cares to talk about it,
Talk about it
Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserve to be alive, alive
So you give up every chance you get
Just to feel new again
I think we have an emergency
And you do your best to show me love,
but you don't know what love is.
[Paramore - Emergency]
General Info
Name. Pantherheart
Warrior Name. Pantherheart
Nicknames. Panther
Gender. She-cat
Age. Died at 14 moons
Birth Clan. The Spirit Thieves
Past Clans. The Spirit Thieves, IvoryClan
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Warrior/Queen
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build. Small and lithe
Fur. Tortoise shell
Eyes. Amber
Other. n/a
Personality. Most of the time she's shy and researved, but can be quite bold and snappy.
Hobbies and talents. Fighting
Faults and dislikes. Short-tempered
-.-.-.-
History
Parents. Lion and Daisy
Siblings. None
Teaching Me. ?
Proteges. None
Closer than a friend. Tornspirit
After me. Mothflight and Darksong
Other Family. none
Gone but unforgotten. Tornspirit {drowned/murdered by Secret}
History.
Pantherheart was born as Panther and lived in a place far from Ivoryclan. Her 'clan' did things very differently. Each cat wore a charm around their neck that they believed to be their soul. Panther's charm was a pentacle.
One day when Panther was about 7 moons old, her mother's necklace was torn off. Everyone in the clan believed that if your necklace (soul) was taken off, you would go crazy. That's exactly what happened to Panther's mother.
Panther was highly scorned along with her ailing mother, and decided to leave. She spent the next moon wandering about, not really sure where she was going.
Then she stumbled upon Ivoryclan. After a little bit of negotiating, they took her in as an apprentice, and changed her name to Pantherpaw. She followed orders very well, but deep down still believed in the ways of her birth clan. She did what she had to do to fit in with Ivoryclan, but sometimes it wasn't enough.
Many of the other cats didn't approve of her. She often found herself hunting, eating, and training alone. Even her own mentor ignored her.
But she soon found their was another neglected member of Ivoryclan; Tornspirit.
Pantherpaw decided one day that she would go talk to him. This was very bold, for she knew he was always rude and snappy. She was, surprising, able to get along with him just fine. They became friends, and as she got older; mates.
Although Pantherpaw wasn't trained much at all, she became a Warrior when she was around 12 moons old. She was then known as Pantherheart. On the same day she became a Warrior, she also found out she was expecting kits.
12 moons old is very young for a she-cat to have kits. The rest of the clan was very unhappy with Pantherheart and Tornspirit. For the next 2 moons, she avoided every social interaction possible unless it was with Tornspirit.
The night she kitted went horribly wrong. She was in a lot of pain and bled a lot, yet managed to birth the first kitten just fine. It was a tortoise shell tom, later named Mothkit. Pantherheart knew that she wouldn't live through this, so she took her necklace (soul) off and left it to Mothkit. She died after birthing the second kit, Darkkit.
Since then.
Pantherheart was rather surprised she became a member of StarClan at first. She had stayed fairly quiet until she had to visit Darksong in a dream after Tornspirit had only made things worse.
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--GARBAGE BOVINE
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
Another day, another dirty look. Pantherpaw was having such a hard time fitting into the clan. Even though the leader allowed her into the clan many of the cats disliked her. She was so close to just taking off and living on her own.
Pantherpaw padded into camp and dropped the two mice she had caught into the freshkill pile. She was now free from duty. Since she didn't have any friends, she had pleaded her mentor to give her another job to do. There was nothing.
She started walking over towards the apprentices' den, hoping to take a small nap. As soon as she was a tail length away some other apprentices stared at her, as if daring for her to come any closer. Pantherpaw sighed and walked away.
The young she-cat wondered if she could live the rest of her life like this. How could she possibly stand being so alone? Everyone else in the clan had at least one companion. Well, besides the grumpiest warrior of them all.
Pantherpaw spotted Tornspirit sitting beside the stream, gazing into the water. She knew from experience that even though Tornspirit would speak rather rudely if she approached, but he did that to everyone. It was the concept that he treated her the same as everyone else that made her go speak to him.
"Good evening, Tornspirit." She said kindly.
Tornspirit jumped a bit, not expecting to hear someone speaking to him, "Oh, hi Pantherpaw." He was a bit confused about why she was speaking to him, "Don't you have training to do?"
"No, my mentor gave me the rest of the day off."
"Well, that doesn't mean you can just bother any cat. Don't you have friends or something?"
Pantherpaw was on the brink of tears when she answered him, "..no...." She took in a deep breath and said, "Everyone hates me because I'm not clan-born."
Tornspirit felt like he was listening to himself many moons ago. He smirked and said, "Same here."
Pantherpaw buried her muzzle into his side and sobbed. Tornspirit didn't say a word about it, and instead purred gently.
This is an emergency
So are you listening?
And I can't pretend that I don't see this
It's really not your fault
That no one cares to talk about it,
Talk about it
Cause I've seen love die
Way too many times
When it deserved to be alive
I've seen you cry
Way too many times
When you deserve to be alive, alive
So you give up every chance you get
Just to feel new again
I think we have an emergency
And you do your best to show me love,
but you don't know what love is.
[Paramore - Emergency]
General Info
Name. Pantherheart
Warrior Name. Pantherheart
Nicknames. Panther
Gender. She-cat
Age. Died at 14 moons
Birth Clan. The Spirit Thieves
Past Clans. The Spirit Thieves, IvoryClan
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Warrior/Queen
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build. Small and lithe
Fur. Tortoise shell
Eyes. Amber
Other. n/a
Personality. Most of the time she's shy and researved, but can be quite bold and snappy.
Hobbies and talents. Fighting
Faults and dislikes. Short-tempered
-.-.-.-
History
Parents. Lion and Daisy
Siblings. None
Teaching Me. ?
Proteges. None
Closer than a friend. Tornspirit
After me. Mothflight and Darksong
Other Family. none
Gone but unforgotten. Tornspirit {drowned/murdered by Secret}
History.
Pantherheart was born as Panther and lived in a place far from Ivoryclan. Her 'clan' did things very differently. Each cat wore a charm around their neck that they believed to be their soul. Panther's charm was a pentacle.
One day when Panther was about 7 moons old, her mother's necklace was torn off. Everyone in the clan believed that if your necklace (soul) was taken off, you would go crazy. That's exactly what happened to Panther's mother.
Panther was highly scorned along with her ailing mother, and decided to leave. She spent the next moon wandering about, not really sure where she was going.
Then she stumbled upon Ivoryclan. After a little bit of negotiating, they took her in as an apprentice, and changed her name to Pantherpaw. She followed orders very well, but deep down still believed in the ways of her birth clan. She did what she had to do to fit in with Ivoryclan, but sometimes it wasn't enough.
Many of the other cats didn't approve of her. She often found herself hunting, eating, and training alone. Even her own mentor ignored her.
But she soon found their was another neglected member of Ivoryclan; Tornspirit.
Pantherpaw decided one day that she would go talk to him. This was very bold, for she knew he was always rude and snappy. She was, surprising, able to get along with him just fine. They became friends, and as she got older; mates.
Although Pantherpaw wasn't trained much at all, she became a Warrior when she was around 12 moons old. She was then known as Pantherheart. On the same day she became a Warrior, she also found out she was expecting kits.
12 moons old is very young for a she-cat to have kits. The rest of the clan was very unhappy with Pantherheart and Tornspirit. For the next 2 moons, she avoided every social interaction possible unless it was with Tornspirit.
The night she kitted went horribly wrong. She was in a lot of pain and bled a lot, yet managed to birth the first kitten just fine. It was a tortoise shell tom, later named Mothkit. Pantherheart knew that she wouldn't live through this, so she took her necklace (soul) off and left it to Mothkit. She died after birthing the second kit, Darkkit.
Since then.
Pantherheart was rather surprised she became a member of StarClan at first. She had stayed fairly quiet until she had to visit Darksong in a dream after Tornspirit had only made things worse.
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--GARBAGE BOVINE
-.-.-.-
Roleplaying Sample
Another day, another dirty look. Pantherpaw was having such a hard time fitting into the clan. Even though the leader allowed her into the clan many of the cats disliked her. She was so close to just taking off and living on her own.
Pantherpaw padded into camp and dropped the two mice she had caught into the freshkill pile. She was now free from duty. Since she didn't have any friends, she had pleaded her mentor to give her another job to do. There was nothing.
She started walking over towards the apprentices' den, hoping to take a small nap. As soon as she was a tail length away some other apprentices stared at her, as if daring for her to come any closer. Pantherpaw sighed and walked away.
The young she-cat wondered if she could live the rest of her life like this. How could she possibly stand being so alone? Everyone else in the clan had at least one companion. Well, besides the grumpiest warrior of them all.
Pantherpaw spotted Tornspirit sitting beside the stream, gazing into the water. She knew from experience that even though Tornspirit would speak rather rudely if she approached, but he did that to everyone. It was the concept that he treated her the same as everyone else that made her go speak to him.
"Good evening, Tornspirit." She said kindly.
Tornspirit jumped a bit, not expecting to hear someone speaking to him, "Oh, hi Pantherpaw." He was a bit confused about why she was speaking to him, "Don't you have training to do?"
"No, my mentor gave me the rest of the day off."
"Well, that doesn't mean you can just bother any cat. Don't you have friends or something?"
Pantherpaw was on the brink of tears when she answered him, "..no...." She took in a deep breath and said, "Everyone hates me because I'm not clan-born."
Tornspirit felt like he was listening to himself many moons ago. He smirked and said, "Same here."
Pantherpaw buried her muzzle into his side and sobbed. Tornspirit didn't say a word about it, and instead purred gently.
