Post by anglewings on Apr 23, 2007 19:54:38 GMT -5
Name; Angelwings
Gender; She-Cat
Age; 21 moons
Rank; Warrior
Clan; WindClan
Description; Though this she-cats coat is fluffy, yet silky, it is prone to water. Dilute, hazel patches cover much of her fur, but the dominant color among her pelt is a snow, white color. Her paws and chest are both covered in snow, white fur. Even though she is small for her age, and some might even think she is an apprentice, she is an adult warrior. Looks can be deceiving, and most cats judge her the opposite then she is. Though small, she is strong and fast. Anglewing's orbs are like a tiny, crystal, blue ocean, and, at times, can seem a bit icy. Along with her eyes, she has a soft, icy voice and many cats, when listening to her, stop shuffling because their paws might mask the warrior's small voice. She can raise it to a dull roar, if she choses.
Personality; Though her orbs and voice are icy, her personality is not. She is sweet and clever. Always adventuring when she was a young kit. Angelwings was always sensitive about death; at times, she pondered about it way to much, coming to believe she may not be accepted into Starclan. "What if they think I don't belong there?" she used to ask her mother, but her mother always assured her that, as long as she was loyal to her clan, she would always be accepted into the paws of Starclan. Though, she is quite adventurous, she was and still is careful to stay within the territory and not conceive some foolish or faulty plan.
History;Angelwings is pure blooded Windclan. Her mother was named Adderfang, but Anglewings and her sister, Snowdrift never met their father. Their father died in a battle the day of the two kits' birth. Angel's mother died when Angle and Snow were still apprentices; Snow, too overwhelmed with the death, left Windclan and headed to Riverclan. When times are rough and you just don't want to remember a bad time, you block it out. Anglewings blocked out all causes of her mother's death, but in her nightmares it still haunts her.
When becoming a warrior she was quite the social young cat. Though she was shy, at times she would have sudden out bursts of energy. Angelwings made friends with everyone, and I mean, everyone. During gatherings she was never afraid to join all the social groups. Meaning, she would talk with the queens of the clans, join Shadowclan apprentices, mess around with younger Thunderclan warriors and even learn from the elders. Angelwings was also quite the flirt. She never gave up the chance to mingle with the toms.
Role-Play Sample;
Glazed eyes stared back at the frighted apprentice. The orbs staring at nothingness, the soul had already left for Starclan, but it had left it's bodice. A horrible omen to remind the young apprentice the pain of her mother's death. She had killed her mother, accidentally.
They stared back at Anglepaw, blaming her, blaming her for all the pain her mother had suffered for dieing a slow and horrible death. Anglepaw shuffled back wards, tripping over her clumsy paws.
"No she can't... she can't! No!" Anglepaw cried, her orbs filling with tears. They rolled down her silky, white fur, leaving a trail like the one a slug might leave. She let out a single yowl, that rose above the trees, and ended, echoing in the distance.
" She can't be what?!" A strange voice meowed, coming up close behind her. "She can't be DEAD!" The cat meowed, it's voice rough and loud. The cat let out a crackling laughter, that filled the air around her.
Anglepaw unsheathed her claws and leaped out at her attacker, slashing her tail out in anger. Her orbs were full of rage and sorrow, blazing a blue fire, the tom was making it worst. Hadn't she had enough? She? The cause of her mother's death? Anglepaw's orbs widened and all anger was drained.
There was nothing there
Password; Secrets
Gender; She-Cat
Age; 21 moons
Rank; Warrior
Clan; WindClan
Description; Though this she-cats coat is fluffy, yet silky, it is prone to water. Dilute, hazel patches cover much of her fur, but the dominant color among her pelt is a snow, white color. Her paws and chest are both covered in snow, white fur. Even though she is small for her age, and some might even think she is an apprentice, she is an adult warrior. Looks can be deceiving, and most cats judge her the opposite then she is. Though small, she is strong and fast. Anglewing's orbs are like a tiny, crystal, blue ocean, and, at times, can seem a bit icy. Along with her eyes, she has a soft, icy voice and many cats, when listening to her, stop shuffling because their paws might mask the warrior's small voice. She can raise it to a dull roar, if she choses.
Personality; Though her orbs and voice are icy, her personality is not. She is sweet and clever. Always adventuring when she was a young kit. Angelwings was always sensitive about death; at times, she pondered about it way to much, coming to believe she may not be accepted into Starclan. "What if they think I don't belong there?" she used to ask her mother, but her mother always assured her that, as long as she was loyal to her clan, she would always be accepted into the paws of Starclan. Though, she is quite adventurous, she was and still is careful to stay within the territory and not conceive some foolish or faulty plan.
History;Angelwings is pure blooded Windclan. Her mother was named Adderfang, but Anglewings and her sister, Snowdrift never met their father. Their father died in a battle the day of the two kits' birth. Angel's mother died when Angle and Snow were still apprentices; Snow, too overwhelmed with the death, left Windclan and headed to Riverclan. When times are rough and you just don't want to remember a bad time, you block it out. Anglewings blocked out all causes of her mother's death, but in her nightmares it still haunts her.
When becoming a warrior she was quite the social young cat. Though she was shy, at times she would have sudden out bursts of energy. Angelwings made friends with everyone, and I mean, everyone. During gatherings she was never afraid to join all the social groups. Meaning, she would talk with the queens of the clans, join Shadowclan apprentices, mess around with younger Thunderclan warriors and even learn from the elders. Angelwings was also quite the flirt. She never gave up the chance to mingle with the toms.
Role-Play Sample;
Glazed eyes stared back at the frighted apprentice. The orbs staring at nothingness, the soul had already left for Starclan, but it had left it's bodice. A horrible omen to remind the young apprentice the pain of her mother's death. She had killed her mother, accidentally.
They stared back at Anglepaw, blaming her, blaming her for all the pain her mother had suffered for dieing a slow and horrible death. Anglepaw shuffled back wards, tripping over her clumsy paws.
"No she can't... she can't! No!" Anglepaw cried, her orbs filling with tears. They rolled down her silky, white fur, leaving a trail like the one a slug might leave. She let out a single yowl, that rose above the trees, and ended, echoing in the distance.
" She can't be what?!" A strange voice meowed, coming up close behind her. "She can't be DEAD!" The cat meowed, it's voice rough and loud. The cat let out a crackling laughter, that filled the air around her.
Anglepaw unsheathed her claws and leaped out at her attacker, slashing her tail out in anger. Her orbs were full of rage and sorrow, blazing a blue fire, the tom was making it worst. Hadn't she had enough? She? The cause of her mother's death? Anglepaw's orbs widened and all anger was drained.
There was nothing there
Password; Secrets
