Post by p e b b l e h e a r t ;; on Mar 30, 2012 19:58:56 GMT -5
xx name;;
Pebblekit || Pebblepaw || Pebbleheart
xx gender;;
she-cat || female
age;;
32 moons || 2 and a half years
clan;;
ThunderClan
postion;;
medicine cat || (if not, possibly med apprentice/warrior?)
description;;
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Pebbleheart is a rather petite little feline, with delicate bones and a tiny structure. She has a small, rounded face adorned with pair of warm, sugary blue eyes and a adorable pink nose. Her ears are rather large in proportion; giving her a rather kitteny display. Her tiny size only adds to this; so it's a common misconception to assume Pebbleheart much younger than she is.
Though light and bubbly in spirit, her pelt--in contrast--is dark. Her beautiful coat is feathery; almost like she was meant to be a short-hair, but is tufted with whisps of swirling, fluffy fur along her elbows and heels, tail, cheekbones, and underbelly. She almost looks similar to a popular kittypet species named 'Turkish Angora', though she is indeed completely Clanborn.
Her markings themselves are a feast for the eyes. Her coat is indeed not one solid color; rather, she's dappled with spectrum of beautiful natural hues. Mocha, caramel, tan, white, orange, ginger, charcoal, auburn, tawny--all brilliantly speckled upon her pelt like she herself is a a fwatercolor painting come alive.
personality;;
From a young age, it was plain to see that Pebbleheart was a bit different from her littermates. While Solarkit and Destinykit tumbled and roughhoused in the morning sun, Pebbleheart sat crouched over a ladybug that was balanced on a blade of grass.
There has always been a soft, gentle quality like Pebbleheart. Not something small, like a subtle scent in the breeze; it's strong and ever present. Pebbleheart is like a feather, soft and gentle and kind. Like a sweet lick of honey, or a tuft of luxurious rabbit fur for bedding.
She has that comforting mystique; fear melts away and is replaced by comfort. Pebbleheart has always been a bit of a goody-two shoes; she never snuck out as a kit, while sisters Destiny and Solar did regularly. She never fancied playfighting, instead she'd willingly do the apprentices' chores of ridding the elders of ticks and applying bile.
In fact, one of the things the little she-cat loved most was caring for others. She could never see herself harming another cat, or creature to that matter--the thought of it made her sick to her stomach, to the point she could barely hunt--and it became evident her dream was to become a medicine cat when she found herself captivated by the smells and wonders of herbs in the medicine cat's den.
But here comes the plot twist. Another strong characteristic of Pebbleheart's? Hopeless romantic. This is in fact, a problem. It conflicts with her desire to be a quality medicine cat, because it's clearly stated in the Warrior Code that medicine cats cannot have a mate. Since she first saw her mother, Angelfeather, and her father, Russetleaf, intertwine tails together, she had a spark in her heart. She longed for a love of her own, and, as embarassing as it is to admit--you could say that this hushed little she-cat was a bit boy-crazy.
But Pebbleheart is a pansy. She has little backbone unless it comes to her duties as a medicine cat. So it's an ongoing battle inside of her mind--should she follow her heart, or the code? Only time will tell.
family;;Angelfeather - mother. (deceased) x Russetleaf - father. (unknown)
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Destinypaw - sister. (alive), Solarice - sister (unknown).
history;;
Pebbleheart is one hundred percent ThunderClan, born and raised. She has had a relatively normal life; unlike the tragedy-littered stories of her acquaintances and Clanmates. Her mother and father were both strong, loyal warriors and since she was young she was always taught to do the right thing and follow the Code.
She was a bit bullied over her size by Solarkit, her sister--but a runt always is, right? And for this she is the slightest bit insecure, but nothing too traumatic. Though, as she was growing up, Solarkit always taunted her for being a "weird, leaf-sniffing mouse" as she started to show more interest in herbs and plants, rather than the action-filled dreams of a pre-warrior.
Pebbleheart was always pressured by her two sisters to sneak out of camp at a late hour, but Pebbleheart being such a "scardey-cat," she never did so. But she was a dreamer; she always wondered what it was like outside of camp, and constantly bugged Destinykit (the kinder version of Solarkit) about the adventures she went on. She was completely fascinated by Destinykit's description, and never did she miss a single word her sibling said to her. But it wasn't in Pebblekit's nature to sneak out. Or even fight.
Once, Solarkit snuck up on her a few nights before they were made apprentices. She launched a surprise attack of one soldier on little Pebblekit, and almost gave the poor thing a concussion while at it. This was when Pebblekit discovered she had no reflex to fight--not even in self defense. At first this troubled her father, Russetleaf(who was indeed a very strong, ambitious fighter)--until Angelfeather brought up the concept of medicine cat apprenticeship. From then on, Pebblekit knew exactly what StarClan had laid out before her when it came to her destiny. She wanted to be a medicine cat.
It was after this dream of herbs and healing started to mold in her mind, when her first crush came. Copperpaw, the handsome, sweet-talker. From then on, she constantly got crushes; though they never blossomed into much more. Dustpaw, Onyxpaw, Ambertail--all examples.
But the love-stricken apprentice's dreamland was suddenly crashed and torn apart, and the little cat with her head in the clouds was violently anchored back to Earth.
First it started with Solarice, her recently crowned-warrior sister, acting weird. And then she went missing, for about a moon before the worst happened. Angelfeather, her mother, was murdered by an "unknown cause". Her father went missing, nowhere to be seen. And then suddenly Destinypaw was on her way, determined to find him, leaving poor Pebbleheart alone with only her friends as family.
roleplay sample;;
Pebblepaw blinked, swiveling her head around towards the strikingly familiar voice. She spotted the two cats as they neared the den's entrance. I should greet him, she thought quickly, a simple hello might do me good. But suddenly her mind froze, and it seemed she couldn't function correctly. She opened her mouth to mew, but quickly shut it. Her heartrate skyrocketed, and she felt her cheeks grow warm under her fur. Get a grip, Pebblepaw! she thought frustratedly to herself. Copperpaw. Her denmate's name came to her in an instant. Taking in a subtle, deep breath, she cleared her mind.
"Hello, Copperpaw!" She mewed cheerily, her voice quiet--but steady, almost confident. She turned the corners of her mouth upwards, into a smile, and looked at the little kit at his side. "And who might you be?"
(( P.S. I'm sorry this is so gawsh danged long! :c I'm a bit of a rambler.. ))
