Post by Silentheart on Sept 12, 2011 17:10:54 GMT -5
Silentheart
names:Silentkit Silentpaw Silentheart
gender: She-cat
age: 48 moons
clan: RiverClan
rank: Warrior
personality: Silentheart is anything but her namesake. She, semi-talkative, can put an elder to shame, always voicing her opinion on everything- even if no one wants to hear it. Shes not necessarily annoying, as much as she is stubborn and strong-willed, and will never let an issue she has go unheard, although many times, this will and voice has benefited her clan, so shes pleased when they normally listen. Shes, at times, been able to talk two border patrols out of battle, making her a very persuasive cat. Although she has stopped small skirmishes in the past, she isn't afraid to fight, and at times, will pick fights, just to carry them out, her will and short temper only matched by her pure stubbornness. Although not sickeningly stuck up, Silentheart, being a beautiful she-cat, is somewhat vain at times, her pride will swell and she'll let you know exactly why she doesn't want to roll in the mud with your kits. All of these less than appealing traits however, have a purpose. Silentheart is, inside, a meek, pessimistic cat. She'll see the worst case scenario in everything, and its never kind to her, making her soft and quiet, so the personality she flaunts, hides her soft, gooey center. Shes an intelligent cat as well, and utilizes this intelligence in any way she can- whether its a new way for her to hunt, or a more efficient way to protect the camp, she is bright, and is not afraid to show it, and make sure its put to use.
appearance: Silentheart is actually a very lithe, sleek cat- although you couldn't tell until she gets wet, for her fur is semi-long, and when fluffed up against chills and breezes, she looks like a ball of puffy down. She average in build, and her lithe, streamline shape makes her swift- in water, or on land, her legs long, giving her a boost normally found in WindClan cats. Her thick pelt is a true calico colour, dashes of orange and black splattering her like mud, although her upper torso is mainly white, along with her face, the rest of her body is orange and black, the two colours taking their turns painting her like a canvas. Her eyes are a peculiar colour, right on the balance of a gold-orange, some days favoring one colour more than the other- no matter what, always showing her every emotion, and a brisk intelligence. Her face is narrow and long, ending in a bright pink nose. On her face, above her eyes, her color splits, the upper half, an done ear, black, and the other side the same, in orange- as is half of her muzzle and lower chin, a pale orange hue. Beneath her long, beautiful colourful pelt, lay scars not easily seen, not that the pretty, prideful she-cat would ever want anyone to see them. Most cats pride in their battlescars, Silentheart, in her beauty, and is thankful that as long as she has fur, no one will ever see the long, jagged symbols that all forest cats earn.
history: Silentheart gained the name Silentkit soon after she was born. Her birth went flawlessly, but as they tried to get her to stir, there was no crying, no mewling, no soft, kit noises, just silence. This, of course, terrified her mother- her father, a cold warrior, nowhere to be found- not that her mother ever told her who he was. Despite the fear that she was dead, she was moving, and after a quick check-over by the medicine cat, she was found to be breathing, and so, her mother named her Silentkit, thinking her to be mute or so. Of course, this proved not to be true, as when she turned three moons, she wouldn't cease talking. The name was regretted, but she kept it nonetheless. One early day, when the camp was still asleep, adventurous Silentkit, and her meek brother, Reedkit, wandered from the camp, Silentkit daring him that he wouldn't come- not to be stood up by his sister, he followed. By the time they reached the river, they were tired, scared, hungry, and alone. Silentkit, sure that they would soon be found and brought back to camp, decided to play around. Spying some flat rocks peeking out of the river- that was high and fast after an early Greenleaf rainstorm, dared Reedkit to cross it. When he refused, she began to tease him, that he was too scared. Again, goaded, and not wanting to seem weak, he fluffed up his calico fur, turned, and bounded onto the first rock. By the time he reached the third one, the water was pulling at his fur, and he was panicked. She attempted to follow, to help him, but before she could reach him, a strong wave sent them both into the water. Silentkit woke up, unconscious on the bank, where she was rescued by a patrol, and Reedkit was never seen again. She earned her meek, pessimistic side that day, along with a guilt that would always follow her- knowing she caused her brothers to most likely drown that day. She began to live less carelessly from that day, and live for herself, and her brother, working tirelessly through her apprenticeship, gaining a strong sense of loyalty to RiverClan, one that she would never let die- one that she knew Reedkit would want her to have, the suffix "heart" in her name, for her strong, loyal heart.
sample rp: The black sky was stained pink and purple as the sun slowly crept up, peeking its head over the horizon like a fish out of the water. The RiverClan she-cat reluctantly slid from her nest after a restless night, her limbs stiff her body still numb with sleep. Groaning slightly, she stretched, her fur fluffed out against the cold leaf-bare air. Yawning, she sat down, and began to groom her fur until it was sleek and smooth, the clan quite, still resting. As the breeze picked up, and blew into her face, she realized, she wasn't the first one awake. Parting her jaws again, however, she realized that it was the scent of a kit. What in StarClan's name was a kit doing awake at this time, let alone out of the nursery. Standing, she began to sniff around, looking in every corner and crevice of the camp, appalled to realize that the kit was no longer in the camp. She inhaled and was ready to yowl to the Clan, but it dawned on her- in the time it would take for them to gather and search, what could happen. She shuddered as she remembered, the Clans delay had cost her brother his life when she had goaded him as a kit to try to cross the water. She could still feel the chill of the water, and the panic in her as she swallowed the water, nearly drowning, the last sight of her brother, his calico pelt being swept into the cold depths. She shivered, her golden green eyes flashing once more to the leader's den, and pointed her paws to the exit, looking dead ahead as she pelted out of the camp, into RiverClan territory.
Fear was stones in her belly as she got closer to the river, although she released an audible sigh of relief as the scent sharply veered away from its muddy banks, toward the forest- although she couldn't help but worry he had crossed into enemy territory. She followed the scent, her mind not drifting from it, hardly noticing how far she had traveled, only determined to find the helpless kit. She caught the scent fresh and new when she reached a newly fallen tree, the kitscent clinging to the bark like the moss that coated the musty wood. She scrambled over the slick trunk, landing on silent paws on the other side, peering into the dappled forest, the sun having already risen high, shining through the canopy of leaves and turning the moss and bracken covered forest floor into a pool of dappled light. She found it somewhat pleasant, but ignored the urge to lay down in one of the pools of cool sunlight and warm herself, earning some needed rest, but the kit's scent once again pricked at her nose. As she snapped back to the real world, she realized, it was already Sunhigh, the camp would be awake and busy, they would realize she and the kit were gone. She hissed under he breath, bounding over a twisted root, figuring her next course would be to the shadowy form in the distance, but as her paws touched the bracken floor again, the scent was strong, fresh. Twisting around, she found the ball of red tabby fur, Rangerkit she knew, curled up in the shelter of the root, dozing soundly.
(... Such a random sample xD)
characters: Hawkstrike
c-box name: Silent
names:
gender: She-cat
age: 48 moons
clan: RiverClan
rank: Warrior
personality: Silentheart is anything but her namesake. She, semi-talkative, can put an elder to shame, always voicing her opinion on everything- even if no one wants to hear it. Shes not necessarily annoying, as much as she is stubborn and strong-willed, and will never let an issue she has go unheard, although many times, this will and voice has benefited her clan, so shes pleased when they normally listen. Shes, at times, been able to talk two border patrols out of battle, making her a very persuasive cat. Although she has stopped small skirmishes in the past, she isn't afraid to fight, and at times, will pick fights, just to carry them out, her will and short temper only matched by her pure stubbornness. Although not sickeningly stuck up, Silentheart, being a beautiful she-cat, is somewhat vain at times, her pride will swell and she'll let you know exactly why she doesn't want to roll in the mud with your kits. All of these less than appealing traits however, have a purpose. Silentheart is, inside, a meek, pessimistic cat. She'll see the worst case scenario in everything, and its never kind to her, making her soft and quiet, so the personality she flaunts, hides her soft, gooey center. Shes an intelligent cat as well, and utilizes this intelligence in any way she can- whether its a new way for her to hunt, or a more efficient way to protect the camp, she is bright, and is not afraid to show it, and make sure its put to use.
appearance: Silentheart is actually a very lithe, sleek cat- although you couldn't tell until she gets wet, for her fur is semi-long, and when fluffed up against chills and breezes, she looks like a ball of puffy down. She average in build, and her lithe, streamline shape makes her swift- in water, or on land, her legs long, giving her a boost normally found in WindClan cats. Her thick pelt is a true calico colour, dashes of orange and black splattering her like mud, although her upper torso is mainly white, along with her face, the rest of her body is orange and black, the two colours taking their turns painting her like a canvas. Her eyes are a peculiar colour, right on the balance of a gold-orange, some days favoring one colour more than the other- no matter what, always showing her every emotion, and a brisk intelligence. Her face is narrow and long, ending in a bright pink nose. On her face, above her eyes, her color splits, the upper half, an done ear, black, and the other side the same, in orange- as is half of her muzzle and lower chin, a pale orange hue. Beneath her long, beautiful colourful pelt, lay scars not easily seen, not that the pretty, prideful she-cat would ever want anyone to see them. Most cats pride in their battlescars, Silentheart, in her beauty, and is thankful that as long as she has fur, no one will ever see the long, jagged symbols that all forest cats earn.
history: Silentheart gained the name Silentkit soon after she was born. Her birth went flawlessly, but as they tried to get her to stir, there was no crying, no mewling, no soft, kit noises, just silence. This, of course, terrified her mother- her father, a cold warrior, nowhere to be found- not that her mother ever told her who he was. Despite the fear that she was dead, she was moving, and after a quick check-over by the medicine cat, she was found to be breathing, and so, her mother named her Silentkit, thinking her to be mute or so. Of course, this proved not to be true, as when she turned three moons, she wouldn't cease talking. The name was regretted, but she kept it nonetheless. One early day, when the camp was still asleep, adventurous Silentkit, and her meek brother, Reedkit, wandered from the camp, Silentkit daring him that he wouldn't come- not to be stood up by his sister, he followed. By the time they reached the river, they were tired, scared, hungry, and alone. Silentkit, sure that they would soon be found and brought back to camp, decided to play around. Spying some flat rocks peeking out of the river- that was high and fast after an early Greenleaf rainstorm, dared Reedkit to cross it. When he refused, she began to tease him, that he was too scared. Again, goaded, and not wanting to seem weak, he fluffed up his calico fur, turned, and bounded onto the first rock. By the time he reached the third one, the water was pulling at his fur, and he was panicked. She attempted to follow, to help him, but before she could reach him, a strong wave sent them both into the water. Silentkit woke up, unconscious on the bank, where she was rescued by a patrol, and Reedkit was never seen again. She earned her meek, pessimistic side that day, along with a guilt that would always follow her- knowing she caused her brothers to most likely drown that day. She began to live less carelessly from that day, and live for herself, and her brother, working tirelessly through her apprenticeship, gaining a strong sense of loyalty to RiverClan, one that she would never let die- one that she knew Reedkit would want her to have, the suffix "heart" in her name, for her strong, loyal heart.
sample rp: The black sky was stained pink and purple as the sun slowly crept up, peeking its head over the horizon like a fish out of the water. The RiverClan she-cat reluctantly slid from her nest after a restless night, her limbs stiff her body still numb with sleep. Groaning slightly, she stretched, her fur fluffed out against the cold leaf-bare air. Yawning, she sat down, and began to groom her fur until it was sleek and smooth, the clan quite, still resting. As the breeze picked up, and blew into her face, she realized, she wasn't the first one awake. Parting her jaws again, however, she realized that it was the scent of a kit. What in StarClan's name was a kit doing awake at this time, let alone out of the nursery. Standing, she began to sniff around, looking in every corner and crevice of the camp, appalled to realize that the kit was no longer in the camp. She inhaled and was ready to yowl to the Clan, but it dawned on her- in the time it would take for them to gather and search, what could happen. She shuddered as she remembered, the Clans delay had cost her brother his life when she had goaded him as a kit to try to cross the water. She could still feel the chill of the water, and the panic in her as she swallowed the water, nearly drowning, the last sight of her brother, his calico pelt being swept into the cold depths. She shivered, her golden green eyes flashing once more to the leader's den, and pointed her paws to the exit, looking dead ahead as she pelted out of the camp, into RiverClan territory.
Fear was stones in her belly as she got closer to the river, although she released an audible sigh of relief as the scent sharply veered away from its muddy banks, toward the forest- although she couldn't help but worry he had crossed into enemy territory. She followed the scent, her mind not drifting from it, hardly noticing how far she had traveled, only determined to find the helpless kit. She caught the scent fresh and new when she reached a newly fallen tree, the kitscent clinging to the bark like the moss that coated the musty wood. She scrambled over the slick trunk, landing on silent paws on the other side, peering into the dappled forest, the sun having already risen high, shining through the canopy of leaves and turning the moss and bracken covered forest floor into a pool of dappled light. She found it somewhat pleasant, but ignored the urge to lay down in one of the pools of cool sunlight and warm herself, earning some needed rest, but the kit's scent once again pricked at her nose. As she snapped back to the real world, she realized, it was already Sunhigh, the camp would be awake and busy, they would realize she and the kit were gone. She hissed under he breath, bounding over a twisted root, figuring her next course would be to the shadowy form in the distance, but as her paws touched the bracken floor again, the scent was strong, fresh. Twisting around, she found the ball of red tabby fur, Rangerkit she knew, curled up in the shelter of the root, dozing soundly.
(... Such a random sample xD)
characters: Hawkstrike
c-box name: Silent
