Post by nightcloud on May 18, 2008 16:35:26 GMT -5
//:Goldenleaf:\\
She's of feminine persuasion.
Ranking that of a warrior, she does have benefits.
She lives in the mighty Ivoryclan.
Being the age of24 moons, she expects to see many more.
Yes, Goldenleaf is a true ocelot. Bigger than the biggest she-cat, she is about the size of an average male cat, a tom. Because of this, Goldenleaf is very muscular and intimidating looking. But of course, she can't help it. However, size doesn't matter in being found attractive because indeed, Goldenleaf is very beautiful and exotic looking.
With eyes that look like molten gold and a priceless coat of fur that looks like it came from a leopard, she's a very stunning female that attracts orbs from all around. At the end of a chiseled head, lies a vibrant pink nose. And from the base of the head is a highly defined bodice with muscles that ripple when she moves ever so gracefully. Holding up her body are four legs with four huge paws, with thick black pads that make her absolutely soundless. And the worst two weapons one could ever give her have already been given. Encased in her dial is several sabers, perfect for ferocious usage. Inside of her paws lurks white claws so sharp, a simple look hurts.
With a fierce fire burning deep within her soul, Goldenleaf is an ocelot with passion and duty. Goldenleaf is brilliant, in the sense of intellect. She's very smart and she lets you know it without bragging. She's a skilled hunter and a legendary fighter. She's always ready for a good fight and has never delayed defending those she loved.
Goldenleaf loves and hates with a passion. She loves easy, but making her hate a body is something no one should ever have to endure, for her hate is forever.
Charming and witty, full of charisma, Goldenleaf is very fun to be around and very startling to some toms because she's so incredible. She's got an amazing personality and usually ends up with the toms of her preference. But then again, a cat is not with its horrors.
Goldenleaf is atrocious when finally furiated; she also has horrid moodswings that would frighten a bear. And secretly, she's sometimes she a bit too ambitious in her thoughts. She can be destructive, but usually she has no disorders of the kind. She's naturally a sweet tempered female...aside from the flaws.
Goldenleaf, as one might've already guessed, was most definitely not born into the clan. Being a true wild cat, Goldenleaf was once named Gold and once upon a time, had a mother and father, mate and kits. However, Goldenleaf is still very secretive and only bits and pieces have been told about her upbringing.
Gold, as one should call her during this part of the tale, was the only surviving daughter of an ocelot couple. Hazel bore her mate, Stone a daughter and two sons, but the two sons died, the daughter lived.As one could figure out, Gold was that one daughter.
Gold was Stone's child, really. Gold may have looked beautiful like her mother and may have been nurtured by her mother, but Gold spent most of her time hunting and training with her father who was a bit on the rough side. From this bond, Gold became one of the greatest warriors in time because she trained harder than most to get her father to notice how strong and worthy of his love she was.
During her 12th moon of life, Hazel died from what twolegs call lukemia. Her death was a total disaster to Stone, who loved his mate with all his heart. To make a long story short, Stone went insane and ran into the gorge 2 moons later. Gold was by herself and dying of emotional heartache.
At 16 moons of age, Gold found love in an ocelot named Hawk. Hawk was a massive ocelot with a cold heart that had only one soft spot for Gold. Their union brough about kits, three of them to be exact: one female and two male. But of course, Gold's life would not permit long lasting happiness and soon fate took the lives of her mate and her kits. At 20 moons old, she had nothing.
At her 20th moon, Gold found Ivoryclan. A clan full of cats, domesticated cats bred for generations to live in the forest...but still, they were domesticated cats. The thought of living with the house cats that she once killed and ate was simply deterring. But what was left for her to do? So, she left for Ivoryclan.
As one knows, she's been there ever since, happy that she's finally found a home. She's one of the greatest warriors and what hasn't killed her only made her stronger, so beware.
As another little nugget of information, she furtively states that she's looking for a suitor or possible mate.
Rubish Cow is the password.
Here is a RP sample...enjoy:
The oak trees seemed to frown at the truck that sped down the forlorn country road that would gradually bring its passengers to Quebec, Canada. The sky even seem to mirror the two canines' emotions. The billowing clouds buffeted against one another, trying to blot out the already black, forboding sky. They were stormy, angry clouds that brought the upcoming thunderstorm.
In the back of the pick-up truck, were two purebred German Shepherds, one male and the other female. The female was a showdog, in fact both of them were, champions too. The male known as Silver Rebel of the Devil, Rebel for short, licked the female's ear in his own anxiety. His deep tones soothed the female, whose show name was Golden Queen of Amber, Queen for short. Queen, I feel as if something's about to happen... There's something wrong.
The beautiful black and tan she-dog licked him back and whimpered in her soft tones, I'm sure we'll be fine, Rebel. Master sent us to the best of places. I trust his judgement. However, she sighed and looked around and her gaze finally found his. That's when a series of dangerous happenings took place...
The end result was a horrific accident that led to the killing of the driver and the hopeless situation of the two German Shepherds that had been pampered all their life. The driver had swerved to prevent from hitting a tree that had been fell by striking lightening. It was on fire and falling dead onto the road as the driver slammed on the brakes, causing the tailgate to become unhitched and the huge crate with the canines tumbled out of the speeding vehicle. Causing much injury to the crate and dogs, the door popped open and Queen and Rebel were deposited into the thick, expansion of forest that covered most of the region and was one both sides of the lonely road.
Rebel hurt, but being a male German Shepherd, went over to his mate and tenderly licked her wounds from the cutting metal of the crate. Queen... we're not going to see our Master again. In the moment's silence, thunder boomed and a streak of lightening split the obsidian sky. The beautiful she-dog replied in an ominous voice, And so we shan't. After a soft grunt in agreement, the two dogs crawled off to the protection of the tree shrouded forest and curled up underneath a huge oak.
Four years later, a huge German Shepherd emerged from the depths of the forest to cautiously crawl toward a beautiful German Shepherd. Her name was Queen and a queen she was. There was this fierce glint in her eyes. She was in heat, in short of a temper, and her love had to be won. So far, there had been three suitors. Queen was the alpha female, her counter part was one of the two alpha males, Rebel.
Rebel had just killed the second Alpha male and now he finally had the chance to carry on his genes.
Crawling towards her, he gingerly touched noses with her, but flinched back from her, expecting her wrath. However, a coy doggy grin came to her maw as she barked and jumped away, inviting him to the business of love-making. It was because the Wild inside of her had to be brought out, to be passed down to her young pups that would soon be born.
Rebel looked at his mate as she looked at him with delight in her fiery amber eyes. Jumping up for joy, he barked and chased after her back into the depths of the forest. He had finally won her love and the chance to carry on his beauty and wild savagness.
Months later, Queen fondly gazed upon the three pups. They were only hours old and were nursing every so often. Her inborn action told her to not let their father near, knowing full well that there was the danger that he would consume his own prodigies. Rebel trying nosing up into mouth of the cave, but his mate gave him her wrath, him ending up with a sliced face and a bloody ear.
Rebel's tones were heard, deep and husky they were. Queen, my Love, I will not harm them! I must see them! Finally, the mother relented but with a snarl, she pushed the biggest of the females to him. Her gentle tones were heard as she said softly, He looks just like you. She's beautiful. Her name is Shayde. Rebel whimpered as he slowly inched forward and tenderly licked her head. A growl came from her chest as she warned him off. Rebel, that is enough... Leave us now.
Rebel nodded sullenly and with a backwards glance before he disappeared, never to be part of the family again, his eyes rested on his lively daughter. Shayde... my daughter.
Four years later, in the shade of the ancient oak trees, the beautiful German Shepherd vixen gazed through the trees at her running pack. They would return to the camp soon, but as for now, they would hunt for meat to bring back to the pregnant females and the meat-eating pups. Leading the pack on the hunt, she looked around to see her surroundings, to sense any edible fixings in the terra. However, her eyes caught the glint of gleaming brown eyes. She knew those eyes and all of a sudden, she heard a deep, strong voice echo through her mind, Shayde... my daughter.
Ranking that of a warrior, she does have benefits.
She lives in the mighty Ivoryclan.
Being the age of
Yes, Goldenleaf is a true ocelot. Bigger than the biggest she-cat, she is about the size of an average male cat, a tom. Because of this, Goldenleaf is very muscular and intimidating looking. But of course, she can't help it. However, size doesn't matter in being found attractive because indeed, Goldenleaf is very beautiful and exotic looking.
With eyes that look like molten gold and a priceless coat of fur that looks like it came from a leopard, she's a very stunning female that attracts orbs from all around. At the end of a chiseled head, lies a vibrant pink nose. And from the base of the head is a highly defined bodice with muscles that ripple when she moves ever so gracefully. Holding up her body are four legs with four huge paws, with thick black pads that make her absolutely soundless. And the worst two weapons one could ever give her have already been given. Encased in her dial is several sabers, perfect for ferocious usage. Inside of her paws lurks white claws so sharp, a simple look hurts.
With a fierce fire burning deep within her soul, Goldenleaf is an ocelot with passion and duty. Goldenleaf is brilliant, in the sense of intellect. She's very smart and she lets you know it without bragging. She's a skilled hunter and a legendary fighter. She's always ready for a good fight and has never delayed defending those she loved.
Goldenleaf loves and hates with a passion. She loves easy, but making her hate a body is something no one should ever have to endure, for her hate is forever.
Charming and witty, full of charisma, Goldenleaf is very fun to be around and very startling to some toms because she's so incredible. She's got an amazing personality and usually ends up with the toms of her preference. But then again, a cat is not with its horrors.
Goldenleaf is atrocious when finally furiated; she also has horrid moodswings that would frighten a bear. And secretly, she's sometimes she a bit too ambitious in her thoughts. She can be destructive, but usually she has no disorders of the kind. She's naturally a sweet tempered female...aside from the flaws.
Goldenleaf, as one might've already guessed, was most definitely not born into the clan. Being a true wild cat, Goldenleaf was once named Gold and once upon a time, had a mother and father, mate and kits. However, Goldenleaf is still very secretive and only bits and pieces have been told about her upbringing.
Gold, as one should call her during this part of the tale, was the only surviving daughter of an ocelot couple. Hazel bore her mate, Stone a daughter and two sons, but the two sons died, the daughter lived.As one could figure out, Gold was that one daughter.
Gold was Stone's child, really. Gold may have looked beautiful like her mother and may have been nurtured by her mother, but Gold spent most of her time hunting and training with her father who was a bit on the rough side. From this bond, Gold became one of the greatest warriors in time because she trained harder than most to get her father to notice how strong and worthy of his love she was.
During her 12th moon of life, Hazel died from what twolegs call lukemia. Her death was a total disaster to Stone, who loved his mate with all his heart. To make a long story short, Stone went insane and ran into the gorge 2 moons later. Gold was by herself and dying of emotional heartache.
At 16 moons of age, Gold found love in an ocelot named Hawk. Hawk was a massive ocelot with a cold heart that had only one soft spot for Gold. Their union brough about kits, three of them to be exact: one female and two male. But of course, Gold's life would not permit long lasting happiness and soon fate took the lives of her mate and her kits. At 20 moons old, she had nothing.
At her 20th moon, Gold found Ivoryclan. A clan full of cats, domesticated cats bred for generations to live in the forest...but still, they were domesticated cats. The thought of living with the house cats that she once killed and ate was simply deterring. But what was left for her to do? So, she left for Ivoryclan.
As one knows, she's been there ever since, happy that she's finally found a home. She's one of the greatest warriors and what hasn't killed her only made her stronger, so beware.
As another little nugget of information, she furtively states that she's looking for a suitor or possible mate.
Rubish Cow is the password.
Here is a RP sample...enjoy:
The oak trees seemed to frown at the truck that sped down the forlorn country road that would gradually bring its passengers to Quebec, Canada. The sky even seem to mirror the two canines' emotions. The billowing clouds buffeted against one another, trying to blot out the already black, forboding sky. They were stormy, angry clouds that brought the upcoming thunderstorm.
In the back of the pick-up truck, were two purebred German Shepherds, one male and the other female. The female was a showdog, in fact both of them were, champions too. The male known as Silver Rebel of the Devil, Rebel for short, licked the female's ear in his own anxiety. His deep tones soothed the female, whose show name was Golden Queen of Amber, Queen for short. Queen, I feel as if something's about to happen... There's something wrong.
The beautiful black and tan she-dog licked him back and whimpered in her soft tones, I'm sure we'll be fine, Rebel. Master sent us to the best of places. I trust his judgement. However, she sighed and looked around and her gaze finally found his. That's when a series of dangerous happenings took place...
The end result was a horrific accident that led to the killing of the driver and the hopeless situation of the two German Shepherds that had been pampered all their life. The driver had swerved to prevent from hitting a tree that had been fell by striking lightening. It was on fire and falling dead onto the road as the driver slammed on the brakes, causing the tailgate to become unhitched and the huge crate with the canines tumbled out of the speeding vehicle. Causing much injury to the crate and dogs, the door popped open and Queen and Rebel were deposited into the thick, expansion of forest that covered most of the region and was one both sides of the lonely road.
Rebel hurt, but being a male German Shepherd, went over to his mate and tenderly licked her wounds from the cutting metal of the crate. Queen... we're not going to see our Master again. In the moment's silence, thunder boomed and a streak of lightening split the obsidian sky. The beautiful she-dog replied in an ominous voice, And so we shan't. After a soft grunt in agreement, the two dogs crawled off to the protection of the tree shrouded forest and curled up underneath a huge oak.
Four years later, a huge German Shepherd emerged from the depths of the forest to cautiously crawl toward a beautiful German Shepherd. Her name was Queen and a queen she was. There was this fierce glint in her eyes. She was in heat, in short of a temper, and her love had to be won. So far, there had been three suitors. Queen was the alpha female, her counter part was one of the two alpha males, Rebel.
Rebel had just killed the second Alpha male and now he finally had the chance to carry on his genes.
Crawling towards her, he gingerly touched noses with her, but flinched back from her, expecting her wrath. However, a coy doggy grin came to her maw as she barked and jumped away, inviting him to the business of love-making. It was because the Wild inside of her had to be brought out, to be passed down to her young pups that would soon be born.
Rebel looked at his mate as she looked at him with delight in her fiery amber eyes. Jumping up for joy, he barked and chased after her back into the depths of the forest. He had finally won her love and the chance to carry on his beauty and wild savagness.
Months later, Queen fondly gazed upon the three pups. They were only hours old and were nursing every so often. Her inborn action told her to not let their father near, knowing full well that there was the danger that he would consume his own prodigies. Rebel trying nosing up into mouth of the cave, but his mate gave him her wrath, him ending up with a sliced face and a bloody ear.
Rebel's tones were heard, deep and husky they were. Queen, my Love, I will not harm them! I must see them! Finally, the mother relented but with a snarl, she pushed the biggest of the females to him. Her gentle tones were heard as she said softly, He looks just like you. She's beautiful. Her name is Shayde. Rebel whimpered as he slowly inched forward and tenderly licked her head. A growl came from her chest as she warned him off. Rebel, that is enough... Leave us now.
Rebel nodded sullenly and with a backwards glance before he disappeared, never to be part of the family again, his eyes rested on his lively daughter. Shayde... my daughter.
Four years later, in the shade of the ancient oak trees, the beautiful German Shepherd vixen gazed through the trees at her running pack. They would return to the camp soon, but as for now, they would hunt for meat to bring back to the pregnant females and the meat-eating pups. Leading the pack on the hunt, she looked around to see her surroundings, to sense any edible fixings in the terra. However, her eyes caught the glint of gleaming brown eyes. She knew those eyes and all of a sudden, she heard a deep, strong voice echo through her mind, Shayde... my daughter.
So....