Post by Flower on Dec 30, 2007 16:56:35 GMT -5
Flowerpelt
The courage of a dreamer
The innocence of youth
The failures and the foolishness
That lead us to the truth.
The hopes that make us happy
The hopes that don't come true
And all the love there ever was
I see this all in you.
[by Stephen Flaherty]
General Info
Name. Flowerpelt
Warrior Name. Flowerpelt
Nicknames. Flower
Gender. Female
Age. 11 moons
Birth Clan. Twolegplace
Past Clans. None
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Medicine cat?
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build. Flowerpelt is slender, with smallish paws.
Fur. Flowerpelt has long orange fur except for a black tailtip and a black mark that looks like a flower on her chest. She makes a big deal out of good grooming, both for herself and for others, so her coat is nearly always glossy, with not one hair out of place. She has a big ruff of fur around her neck.
Eyes. Her eyes are a clear, sparkling blue. They are almost exactly the color of the Great Water on a sunny, clear day.
Other. Her tailtip is ragged and looks like it's been the subject of a foe's unwanted attention - which it was.
Personality. Flowerpelt is sweet and gentle, but is sometimes impatient. She was adventurous as a kit, but she'd rather stay at home now because of an incident with a wolf. She is a little skittish, and she doesn't like thunderstorms. She hates dogs and wolves with a vengeance.
Hobbies and talents. Flower tries to make friends with everyone, and often succeeds. She makes an excellent go-between for any cats that aren't speaking to each other.
Faults and dislikes. The only surefire way to send her into a towering rage is to suggest that she is disloyal, stupid, or incompetent because of her kittypet blood.
-.-.-.-
History
Parents. Diana and Henry
Siblings. Sarah, Pete, Jacob, Anna, Karen
Closer than a friend. None
After me. None
Other Family. None
Gone but unforgotten. Too many to list
History.
Flowerpelt was born at Twolegplace. She was five moons old when she decided to run away, bored with the repetitiveness of life with Twolegs. She wandered through the forest, confused, lost, and starving, until a warrior from Ivoryclan found her. She was taken back to camp, but she wanted to explore the forest better, so she ran away again. She was found by a wolf, and saved just in time by Silverstripe. She has always been grateful to Silverstripe for saving her life, but the feeling is not mutual. Silverstripe lost an eye from that encounter, and Flowerpelt's tailtip was never the same again. That was when she decided that she'd rather stay at camp.
Since then.
Nothing yet
Companionship.
Everybody!
Enmity.
Nobody.
Otherwise known.
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--Rubbish Cow
Roleplaying Sample
(The rest of the roleplay is here)
The courage of a dreamer
The innocence of youth
The failures and the foolishness
That lead us to the truth.
The hopes that make us happy
The hopes that don't come true
And all the love there ever was
I see this all in you.
[by Stephen Flaherty]
General Info
Name. Flowerpelt
Warrior Name. Flowerpelt
Nicknames. Flower
Gender. Female
Age. 11 moons
Birth Clan. Twolegplace
Past Clans. None
Current Clan. IvoryClan
Rank. Medicine cat?
-.-.-.-
Appearance
Build. Flowerpelt is slender, with smallish paws.
Fur. Flowerpelt has long orange fur except for a black tailtip and a black mark that looks like a flower on her chest. She makes a big deal out of good grooming, both for herself and for others, so her coat is nearly always glossy, with not one hair out of place. She has a big ruff of fur around her neck.
Eyes. Her eyes are a clear, sparkling blue. They are almost exactly the color of the Great Water on a sunny, clear day.
Other. Her tailtip is ragged and looks like it's been the subject of a foe's unwanted attention - which it was.
Personality. Flowerpelt is sweet and gentle, but is sometimes impatient. She was adventurous as a kit, but she'd rather stay at home now because of an incident with a wolf. She is a little skittish, and she doesn't like thunderstorms. She hates dogs and wolves with a vengeance.
Hobbies and talents. Flower tries to make friends with everyone, and often succeeds. She makes an excellent go-between for any cats that aren't speaking to each other.
Faults and dislikes. The only surefire way to send her into a towering rage is to suggest that she is disloyal, stupid, or incompetent because of her kittypet blood.
-.-.-.-
History
Parents. Diana and Henry
Siblings. Sarah, Pete, Jacob, Anna, Karen
Closer than a friend. None
After me. None
Other Family. None
Gone but unforgotten. Too many to list
History.
Flowerpelt was born at Twolegplace. She was five moons old when she decided to run away, bored with the repetitiveness of life with Twolegs. She wandered through the forest, confused, lost, and starving, until a warrior from Ivoryclan found her. She was taken back to camp, but she wanted to explore the forest better, so she ran away again. She was found by a wolf, and saved just in time by Silverstripe. She has always been grateful to Silverstripe for saving her life, but the feeling is not mutual. Silverstripe lost an eye from that encounter, and Flowerpelt's tailtip was never the same again. That was when she decided that she'd rather stay at camp.
Since then.
Nothing yet
Companionship.
Everybody!
Enmity.
Nobody.
Otherwise known.
-.-.-.-
In Addendum
--Rubbish Cow
Roleplaying Sample
Shadowdancer stiffened as she heard the patter of footsteps coming towards them. "Let's get out of here." he whispered, sidling off to the door of the decripit building and carefully opening it. Kathana followed as quietly and quickly as she could. Shutting the door carefully, Kathana whispered, "Now what?"
"We ought to go out there and introduce ourselves."
"We'd be killed!"
"We can't skulk around in this building forever."
"It was your idea to come back here."
"I don't know why you're so scared."
"Why did you scramble in here when you heard the footsteps?" Kathana sighed. "Nevermind. Look, let's go out, then." She knocked at the door. "Whoever it is outside, we don't mean any harm! May we come out?"
"We ought to go out there and introduce ourselves."
"We'd be killed!"
"We can't skulk around in this building forever."
"It was your idea to come back here."
"I don't know why you're so scared."
"Why did you scramble in here when you heard the footsteps?" Kathana sighed. "Nevermind. Look, let's go out, then." She knocked at the door. "Whoever it is outside, we don't mean any harm! May we come out?"
(The rest of the roleplay is here)