Post by sh. ell x; on Apr 22, 2007 17:57:08 GMT -5
Name: Paintedhaze
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Description: A very slender, light-gray she-cat. She has black rings about her tail and a spot-like pattern that spreads across her body. Her maw, underbelly, and paws are lightly colored; almost white. She has stripes the follow her cheekbones, and light green eyes that seem to darken and alter with her mood. She has a scar across her chest, but it is hidden by her thick (though short) fur. There is a visible scar on her back leg, and of course a few on her back and flanks. Her pads are black - unusual but still possible.
Picture: Link.
Personality: Usually on cloud nine, the femme is kind, not too quiet, but she has her dark moments. Sometimes she can be unsympathetic. She's often doing her own thing and doesn't much like interruptions. For the most part she's in the norm; not they type to have kits. She has a lot of friends, but she doesn't usually go up to them to ask them if they want to hang out. She keeps to herself but doesn't mind hunting or patrolling with other warriors. She doesn't have a mate, but she thinks it would be fun to have one.
History: Paintedhaze was born of a RiverClan she-cat. She was named Paintedkit because her pelt looks like a gray canvas, painted upon in strokes of ebony. She had a brother and a sister and even today they are in RiverClan. They all grew up together, apprenticed at the same time, though Paintedpaw was made a warrior first. Her siblings soon followed.
She enjoyed being an apprentice, though she didn't like taking orders. She liked her mentor, and she is still friends with him today. Her mother is an elder, and her father is dead. As a warrior she has accomplished a few things; she has been in one large battle, and three border fights. She has been to several gatherings and has many friends in all the Clans.
IC: Used segments of a role-play with me and Moss. [x] If you need conformation that I'm teh same person, you can ask Mossy. ^^ Here it is...
Password: Secrets
>>Note to Self: Arsenic
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Description: A very slender, light-gray she-cat. She has black rings about her tail and a spot-like pattern that spreads across her body. Her maw, underbelly, and paws are lightly colored; almost white. She has stripes the follow her cheekbones, and light green eyes that seem to darken and alter with her mood. She has a scar across her chest, but it is hidden by her thick (though short) fur. There is a visible scar on her back leg, and of course a few on her back and flanks. Her pads are black - unusual but still possible.
Picture: Link.
Personality: Usually on cloud nine, the femme is kind, not too quiet, but she has her dark moments. Sometimes she can be unsympathetic. She's often doing her own thing and doesn't much like interruptions. For the most part she's in the norm; not they type to have kits. She has a lot of friends, but she doesn't usually go up to them to ask them if they want to hang out. She keeps to herself but doesn't mind hunting or patrolling with other warriors. She doesn't have a mate, but she thinks it would be fun to have one.
History: Paintedhaze was born of a RiverClan she-cat. She was named Paintedkit because her pelt looks like a gray canvas, painted upon in strokes of ebony. She had a brother and a sister and even today they are in RiverClan. They all grew up together, apprenticed at the same time, though Paintedpaw was made a warrior first. Her siblings soon followed.
She enjoyed being an apprentice, though she didn't like taking orders. She liked her mentor, and she is still friends with him today. Her mother is an elder, and her father is dead. As a warrior she has accomplished a few things; she has been in one large battle, and three border fights. She has been to several gatherings and has many friends in all the Clans.
IC: Used segments of a role-play with me and Moss. [x] If you need conformation that I'm teh same person, you can ask Mossy. ^^ Here it is...
The ashen tom watched the femme as she drew nearer; his desolate sapphire orbs turned their gaze to her miniature paws. She was coming closer. Was that a good thing? His discs expanded, and his face seemed trapped between a look of uncertainty and his usual expression of antipathy. As she crossed the stream he found his paws urging him to draw back, but he stayed fused to his spot. Her TreeClan scent reached him; it was supple and smelled of earth and sweet vegetation. It enveloped him, and her nearness made that something crash in him again. He looked up from her mitts, and met her green-flecked eyes. A foreign feeling settled in him, and he was afraid.
xx I stare back at you xx
Unsure of what this emotion was, or how to deal with it, the tomcat did what he usually did when he was lost. He went numb. His expression changed distinctly; the confusion gone and replaced with a look of mistreated aversion. He stared straight ahead as the femme sat at his side; disregarded the soft feel of her tail stroke his wounds. He felt his essence drop into a state of demise, as it so often did. His orbs darkened, and his muscles were rigid. He blocked her out: her sweet scent, her gentle touch, her supple gaze...
xx When all you can do is hide from the fear that's deep inside of you xx
And then he felt her tongue sweep over his ear, once, twice... The gesture was warm, and it seemed to bring back his feeling so suddenly it ached. Her restful voice spoke once again as she uttered a pur. Is this wrong? He felt his crown turn, and he looked at her again. She was so perfect. Her thin figure that was covered in such rich chocolate fur, her deep abysmal brown orbs, her soft voice as it echoed from her vocal chords.
xx Oh the sweet serenity, I'm beautifully addicted xx
Password: Secrets
>>Note to Self: Arsenic
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