Post by ashen on Mar 30, 2012 18:27:12 GMT -5
Name:: Ashenstar
Gender:: She-cat;Female
Age:: A good 30 moons
Clan/ Group::
Postion:: Leader
Description::
As her name states, she inherited a thick, gray pelt. In comparison to most cats, she is small in size and length. Her eyes are almost almond shaped and are blessed with a gray-blue mixture. Her limbs are stubby; her tail and legs mainly. Being short, in a battle she would most likely use her wits , endurance and knowledge to win. Going back to her fur description, she is a pure feral cat, but she has a bit of tabby in her. Thus, she has long stripes from her spine to her flank that alter a darker gray pigment to them. She is a healthy cat, fortunately. There is never a day Ashenstar is out and about. There is not much more about Ashenstar, she is simply a short gray tabby, to put it bluntly.
Personality:: Ashenstar has a very bright personality. She loves to make other people smile or laugh. She will always be nice to every cat, and help with their problems before she makes herself happy. She is a pure carefree bliss. Some could say she trusts others too easily. On the flip side, she can be very thoughtful, and under circumstances, very serious. A swift thinker and speaker. She hopes to have a friend she can confide in about her own problems, rather than fixing others. Obviously not the type to get aggressive so quickly. The only thing that can irk her is if she's in the center of attention, she thinks of herself as only the cat in charge.
Family::Lemon- Her father
Rose- Her mother
Any possible siblings will be revealed.
History:: She was originally born a loner. But as unfortunate events happened, she yearned for a shelter she could be protected in. Eventually as she traveled, she had found four civilizations, acknowledged as 'clans'. Windclan was more of her taste, so she went in the edge of their borders, silently waiting for maybe a few of them to notice her. A small border patrol had indeed found her, at the time they were docile, so she joined Windclan with ease. She found many new friends, and many new enemies... The deputy to be precise, envious of her happy-go-lucky characteristics, as he did not have a perfect life she had. But why not? He was the future leader of the clan. Time passed, and once again that dreadful season had returned, along with a bad greencough. Luckily they had an exceptional medicine cat, and almost everyone who had it was healed, except for the poor deputy, and you can only guess who took his place, after her second apprentice became a warrior...
RolePlay Sample:: A cream she-cat bolted into camp. "Shadowclan is attacking!" She managed to bellow out between pants. "Ferntail! Willowbreeze, Arialstrike, come with me!" A sleek red tom ordered, slowly padding out of camp towards the foul scent of Shadowclan, silhouettes of three other cats following. They reached a silent meadow that wasn't far to go to. It was only them. The red tom's auditories twitched, moving back for the sounds of Shadowclan warriors. It hit him, literally. Rather than shouting out "Ambush!" Five warriors emerged from the thickets, lunging at them. A small battle for small cats alike. In the end, the grass was tainted with scarlet drops.
Hnng, this was so rushed, just tell me if anything's wrong and I'll fix it in a heartbeat. And Roleplay is not at it's best in that sample
Gender:: She-cat;Female
Age:: A good 30 moons
Clan/ Group::
Postion:: Leader
Description::
As her name states, she inherited a thick, gray pelt. In comparison to most cats, she is small in size and length. Her eyes are almost almond shaped and are blessed with a gray-blue mixture. Her limbs are stubby; her tail and legs mainly. Being short, in a battle she would most likely use her wits , endurance and knowledge to win. Going back to her fur description, she is a pure feral cat, but she has a bit of tabby in her. Thus, she has long stripes from her spine to her flank that alter a darker gray pigment to them. She is a healthy cat, fortunately. There is never a day Ashenstar is out and about. There is not much more about Ashenstar, she is simply a short gray tabby, to put it bluntly.
Personality:: Ashenstar has a very bright personality. She loves to make other people smile or laugh. She will always be nice to every cat, and help with their problems before she makes herself happy. She is a pure carefree bliss. Some could say she trusts others too easily. On the flip side, she can be very thoughtful, and under circumstances, very serious. A swift thinker and speaker. She hopes to have a friend she can confide in about her own problems, rather than fixing others. Obviously not the type to get aggressive so quickly. The only thing that can irk her is if she's in the center of attention, she thinks of herself as only the cat in charge.
Family::Lemon- Her father
Rose- Her mother
Any possible siblings will be revealed.
History:: She was originally born a loner. But as unfortunate events happened, she yearned for a shelter she could be protected in. Eventually as she traveled, she had found four civilizations, acknowledged as 'clans'. Windclan was more of her taste, so she went in the edge of their borders, silently waiting for maybe a few of them to notice her. A small border patrol had indeed found her, at the time they were docile, so she joined Windclan with ease. She found many new friends, and many new enemies... The deputy to be precise, envious of her happy-go-lucky characteristics, as he did not have a perfect life she had. But why not? He was the future leader of the clan. Time passed, and once again that dreadful season had returned, along with a bad greencough. Luckily they had an exceptional medicine cat, and almost everyone who had it was healed, except for the poor deputy, and you can only guess who took his place, after her second apprentice became a warrior...
RolePlay Sample:: A cream she-cat bolted into camp. "Shadowclan is attacking!" She managed to bellow out between pants. "Ferntail! Willowbreeze, Arialstrike, come with me!" A sleek red tom ordered, slowly padding out of camp towards the foul scent of Shadowclan, silhouettes of three other cats following. They reached a silent meadow that wasn't far to go to. It was only them. The red tom's auditories twitched, moving back for the sounds of Shadowclan warriors. It hit him, literally. Rather than shouting out "Ambush!" Five warriors emerged from the thickets, lunging at them. A small battle for small cats alike. In the end, the grass was tainted with scarlet drops.
Hnng, this was so rushed, just tell me if anything's wrong and I'll fix it in a heartbeat. And Roleplay is not at it's best in that sample
