Post by pantherfur on Jul 10, 2008 16:51:45 GMT -5
Name: Blackfeather
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Blackfeather is a small cat, compared to the rest of the large bulky clan-cats at least. This is because of her origins outside the clan. This, of course doesn’t stop the young warrior from being everything she could be. Though her bloodline is different from the other warriors she has abilities of her own. Her slender and sleek body, along with her long legs gives her great speed and excellent hunting skills. Yet, her size is her down fall when it comes to fighting. Without muscle and strength on her side the best thing she can do is run circles around the other cat until they get dizzy. Any cat who has seen her fight would say she is one of the worst fighters in the clan. Whether it’s because she didn’t pay much attention to her mentor when they trained or it was because she preferred not to fight, she would be the last cat that would be out picking fights with other cats.
A sleek and glossy black fur covered the she-cat’s body. Not a hue of grey or white on this pelt was shown. Later on in her life she will get grey specks of fur around her nose and muzzle. But that’s when she is older, right now she is a young, beautiful cat, and she prides herself on her fur. She will often sit aside in the shade and groom herself until her pelt shines like the Starclan above.
The thing that stands out the most on Blackfeather is her brilliant blue eyes. They are a wide round shape that can see in the darkest of nights. The cat’s eyes have never shown any anger or hate. Her eyes are kind and warm, never has any cat looked at them, and felt any negative feeling from them. They never will.
Personality: Blackfeather is a quiet observant cat when she is around other cat’s she has never met. This isn’t because she’s shy, but more to learn about them. She’ll randomly question them or just say nothing at all. But after a while, once she has found some common ground, she will open up. Once that happens she is a totally different cat. She becomes her hyper and optimistic self and will chat away with any cat willing to sit there and listen to her ramble on and on.
She loves to play with little kits of the camp; she lets them pounce her as she fakes like their tiny little claws cause pain. (They feel like any bites really, but some actually do hurt.) Blackfeather also enjoys helping out around the camp in general. Not being much of a fighter she would rather do what she can around the camp and be useful instead of a worthless lump of fur.
Her favorite thing to do however is hunt. She knows for sure she is good at this. Her slender body is perfect for speeding through the forest unheard until she could track down a bit of prey. Then after slowly inching her way toward it on her boney haunches, she would take its life in order to feed the clan. It wasn’t that she enjoyed killing, she just loved to use her hunting skills, plus catching prey to feed the clan gave her great pride.
She wasn’t a fighter at all. She was the worst fighter. This of course didn’t mean she didn’t know how to fight. She knew, but she wasn’t very good. This was because she never actually tried to fight, not even when she was training. Maybe, down deep, should could fight, but she hopes, and preys to StarClan she never has to. Blackfeather was to kind to fight any cat. She saw good in all cats and thought it would be better to try and talk her way out of a fight then use her claws.
History:Story of her birth…---
The lost she-cat sniffed the air. The faint sent of clan-cats filled her senses. She knew she would be safe for now. But her belly full of kits was the important thing. She knew she was dying soon. If the rumors of the clan cats being as merciful as the stories say, they having a fighting chance to live, but it was up to her. She had to live long enough for the cats to find her. It was too late to try and get to their nest, she was giving birth soon. She needed shelter.
She found a hole at the base of an old tree, most likely an old fox hole, there wasn’t any sent that belonged to it so it was safe enough for her to give birth. It was a long night, but she did it. She gave birth to three beautiful kits, but she died soon after, leaving the kits cold and hungry.
Two of the kits didn’t make it through the night. One was left. A small, pitiful black lump of fur was found the next morning by the clan-cats. Just like the queen hoped, they took her in. She was given to a nursing queen and her name became Blackkit…
The Quiet Kit…---
As a kit, Blackfeather was very daring. She would often pounce and tackle falling leaves and hunt down pretend pray. Yet she never fought with other kits, not even as play. She would sit with her sergeant mother and watch them play. She dreamed of the day when she became an apprentice and gained her new name. Blackpaw….
The Peaceful Apprentice…---
When she became an apprentice not everyone agreed for her to even try. They never saw her fight, or even show any signs of a warrior. She was born outside of the clan. How can anyone without clan-blood be of use? She doesn’t even play fight with other kits. She proved them wrong. She became one of the best hunters in the clan. (barely passing in her fighting skills.) When she finally received her warrior name it was her happiest day yet…
The Queit Warrior
Now, as a full blown warrior, Blackfeather lives out her days doing her duties as a clan memeber. Who knows what lies around the corner next for this little cat.
Other: I ended up redoing blackfeather for a super lit site, so I just copy and pasted this back on here as a little edit. My muse is shot so I can't redo the sample.
Password: Rubish Cow
Role Play Sample: Do I need one? I made Ashes already.
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Blackfeather is a small cat, compared to the rest of the large bulky clan-cats at least. This is because of her origins outside the clan. This, of course doesn’t stop the young warrior from being everything she could be. Though her bloodline is different from the other warriors she has abilities of her own. Her slender and sleek body, along with her long legs gives her great speed and excellent hunting skills. Yet, her size is her down fall when it comes to fighting. Without muscle and strength on her side the best thing she can do is run circles around the other cat until they get dizzy. Any cat who has seen her fight would say she is one of the worst fighters in the clan. Whether it’s because she didn’t pay much attention to her mentor when they trained or it was because she preferred not to fight, she would be the last cat that would be out picking fights with other cats.
A sleek and glossy black fur covered the she-cat’s body. Not a hue of grey or white on this pelt was shown. Later on in her life she will get grey specks of fur around her nose and muzzle. But that’s when she is older, right now she is a young, beautiful cat, and she prides herself on her fur. She will often sit aside in the shade and groom herself until her pelt shines like the Starclan above.
The thing that stands out the most on Blackfeather is her brilliant blue eyes. They are a wide round shape that can see in the darkest of nights. The cat’s eyes have never shown any anger or hate. Her eyes are kind and warm, never has any cat looked at them, and felt any negative feeling from them. They never will.
Personality: Blackfeather is a quiet observant cat when she is around other cat’s she has never met. This isn’t because she’s shy, but more to learn about them. She’ll randomly question them or just say nothing at all. But after a while, once she has found some common ground, she will open up. Once that happens she is a totally different cat. She becomes her hyper and optimistic self and will chat away with any cat willing to sit there and listen to her ramble on and on.
She loves to play with little kits of the camp; she lets them pounce her as she fakes like their tiny little claws cause pain. (They feel like any bites really, but some actually do hurt.) Blackfeather also enjoys helping out around the camp in general. Not being much of a fighter she would rather do what she can around the camp and be useful instead of a worthless lump of fur.
Her favorite thing to do however is hunt. She knows for sure she is good at this. Her slender body is perfect for speeding through the forest unheard until she could track down a bit of prey. Then after slowly inching her way toward it on her boney haunches, she would take its life in order to feed the clan. It wasn’t that she enjoyed killing, she just loved to use her hunting skills, plus catching prey to feed the clan gave her great pride.
She wasn’t a fighter at all. She was the worst fighter. This of course didn’t mean she didn’t know how to fight. She knew, but she wasn’t very good. This was because she never actually tried to fight, not even when she was training. Maybe, down deep, should could fight, but she hopes, and preys to StarClan she never has to. Blackfeather was to kind to fight any cat. She saw good in all cats and thought it would be better to try and talk her way out of a fight then use her claws.
History:Story of her birth…---
The lost she-cat sniffed the air. The faint sent of clan-cats filled her senses. She knew she would be safe for now. But her belly full of kits was the important thing. She knew she was dying soon. If the rumors of the clan cats being as merciful as the stories say, they having a fighting chance to live, but it was up to her. She had to live long enough for the cats to find her. It was too late to try and get to their nest, she was giving birth soon. She needed shelter.
She found a hole at the base of an old tree, most likely an old fox hole, there wasn’t any sent that belonged to it so it was safe enough for her to give birth. It was a long night, but she did it. She gave birth to three beautiful kits, but she died soon after, leaving the kits cold and hungry.
Two of the kits didn’t make it through the night. One was left. A small, pitiful black lump of fur was found the next morning by the clan-cats. Just like the queen hoped, they took her in. She was given to a nursing queen and her name became Blackkit…
The Quiet Kit…---
As a kit, Blackfeather was very daring. She would often pounce and tackle falling leaves and hunt down pretend pray. Yet she never fought with other kits, not even as play. She would sit with her sergeant mother and watch them play. She dreamed of the day when she became an apprentice and gained her new name. Blackpaw….
The Peaceful Apprentice…---
When she became an apprentice not everyone agreed for her to even try. They never saw her fight, or even show any signs of a warrior. She was born outside of the clan. How can anyone without clan-blood be of use? She doesn’t even play fight with other kits. She proved them wrong. She became one of the best hunters in the clan. (barely passing in her fighting skills.) When she finally received her warrior name it was her happiest day yet…
The Queit Warrior
Now, as a full blown warrior, Blackfeather lives out her days doing her duties as a clan memeber. Who knows what lies around the corner next for this little cat.
Other: I ended up redoing blackfeather for a super lit site, so I just copy and pasted this back on here as a little edit. My muse is shot so I can't redo the sample.
Password: Rubish Cow
Role Play Sample: Do I need one? I made Ashes already.
