Post by battleheart on Jun 23, 2007 14:20:10 GMT -5
Name:
Battleheart
Gender:
She-Cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
RiverClan
Description:
Battleheart is a cat of complex beauty; in a way she is attractive and in another she is to be feared. She stands at an average height, about a tail-length and a half at the shoulder and her legs are neither the long, wiry limbs of WindClan nor the stockier ones of the forest clans, but simply the usual length. Her pelt is thick and full, but not long, and an off white the color of river-foam. The fur along her shoulders, haunches, and face is slightly darker, a brownish-gray. Her eyes, riveting and piercing, are a dark, dark blue. Her build is one of a cat who works hard all the time. Strong and muscular, but not unattractively so, her whip-cord muscles are clearly visible no matter what she is doing, and when she moves sinew ripples beneath her shining, always-clean pelt.
Battleheart's haunches are slightly lower than most cats, giving her more thrust in her back legs and making her movements full of graceful power. The fur along her flanks is slightly ribbed with old scars, a monument to battles won. Another scar, this one more noticeable, digs deep into her chest, right over her heart. This is the scar that earned her the name she now bears.
Though she sounds like an average, battle-worn cat, there is a strange beauty to Battleheart. It is not the slender, willowy kind of splendor that adorns most 'beauties', but it is a dangerous, wild sort of attractiveness, a whole different kind of beauty. Though by far not the most becoming cat in the forest, or even the clan, she has her own kind of exotic prettiness.
Battleheart's presence is not one to be easily unnoticed, nor one easily forgotten. Though she is quiet, not shy but quiet, she bears a strong, powerful air. It is not in any way an arrogant or snide one, but a soft sense of self-assurance, dignity, and quiet strength. When Battleheart walks into a group of cats, the feeling follows. Often, in times of fear, this manner can help calm cats to stay a panic, or make them obey orders they do not wish to follow.
Picture:
Picture
A bit like this in colors and markings, and slightly in build, but Battleheart's eyes are different, her body more toned, her scars visible, and her build altogether larger.
Personality:
The first thing one notices about Battleheart's personality is her quiet manner. She is far from shy, not thinking twice about speaking before a crowd and friendly to any cat who does not offer harm to her clan, but she keeps her thoughts to herself unless she feels a need to voice them. When she does speak, her words are often blunt and to-the-point. Because of this, some would call her harsh, but in her opinion she is only telling the truth, even if other cats are to scared to speak it themselves. She lets no cat's opinion put her off her own, not worrying about what they think of her.
She is rather sharp-tongued, however, not bothering to soften her words for any ears. Her temper differs with different cats. She has not patience for the arrogant or over-proud, but with mischievous kits, troubled apprentices, or cranky elders she has all the time in the world. Her manner is always calm, cool, and collected but she can turn her biting tongue to harm easily.
Battleheart also has a tendency to be unbelievably stubborn at times, though she does not hesitate to admit her wrongs when she sees her point has been proven false. Until then, though, she sticks with what she believes in with ferocity. She can also be scathingly sarcastic. Her comments, though, are usually true and therefore tend to hurt twice as much.
Battleheart's idea of the Warrior Code is a loose one. She follows it strictly but at the same time can see when it must be bent. More so, she looks to the good of all cats and clans first and the Warrior Code after. Even so, her unwavering loyalty to the clan makes up for it. She would fight to the death with a smile on her face to buy time for the most ancient elder if it came up. She does her duties well and briskly, patrolling, hunting, training; whatever the clan needs.
Of Battleheart's many characteristics, though, her skills stand out among them all. She is a brisk, efficient hunter , fisher, and swimmer. She won't hesitate to go out with the most unwanted apprentice or most respected warrior. To her, a hunt is a hunt no matter who you are with.
In the end, though, it is her fighting skills that make her stand out from the average day-to-day warrior. She is an exceptional fighter, her technique much like her personality: blunt and to the point. She fights hard, pushing herself every time to her limit, using her best moves and as much energy as needed. Her attacks are ferocious, harsh, and lethal. Her skills are well-known and in battle cats tend to avoid her rather than fight her. Often times, they will note her presence near them, look her in the eye, then simply leave. Her skill on the battle-field is part of what earned her her name.
History:
Kit
Battleheart was born to a RiverClan queen late one leaf-bare during a famine that took the lives of more than many cats. Of the four she was born with only she and one other, a tom, survived. Even her mother passed away, leaving the two siblings, dubbed Owlkit and Swifkit, in the paws of a nursing queen.
The queen, bound by duty to her clan, took the kits grudgingly, despising them for taking away milk and warmth from her only surviving child, Ravenkit. Growing up without the love of a nurturing mother, Owlkit and her brother forged a close bond that only those who have nothing else but each other could understand. Throughout their kit-hood they were shunned by their adopted mother, tormented and picked on by her kit (who was far bigger than them), and jeered at by all the other kits. The queens, being friends of Owlkit and Swiftkit's foster mom, turned a blind eye. The siblings had to fight their way through kit-hood. Though she was young, these obstacles she had to overcome shaped Battleheart's personality.
Apprentice
At six moons old, like any other kit, Owlkit and Swiftkit were made apprentices. Unlike Ravenkit, however, (with whom everybody expected great things) the newly dubbed Owlpaw and Swiftpaw were simply given away to two random warriors whom nobody noted for anything special. Nobody expected much out of them and the two rejects spend their first night alone in the cold while their foster brother stayed warm at the edge of camp, sleeping.
As the entire clan watched Ravenpaw's progress with eager eyes, Owlpaw and Swiftpaw trained just as long and hard as he. They brought in as much, if not more, prey and knocked each other off their paws during battle training, Though nobody noticed their efforts the two didn't care and continued to train hard and long, working twice as much as their foster brother and strengthening their already powerful bond.
It was at twelve moons old, soon time for them to be warriors, that their lives changed. A kit had escaped from camp and was missing. Cats were being divided into groups of four or so to search for her. Owlpaw ended up with her two brothers and Ravenpaw's mentor, a cat as mean and arrogant as the black his apprentice.
While the two others dragged behind, making snide remarks all the while, Swiftpaw and Owlpaw went to work looking for scents, tracks, or clues to follow. Within minutes Swiftpaw, an amazing hunter and tracker, picked up a scent and the chase was on.
Tagging Swiftpaw, the four cats followed a winding maze of scent through the marshes and trees of RiverClan territory. Therefore, when they heard the kits mewling, they were excited. Ravenpaw's mentor, ever eager to prove himself and ready to take the credit for the search and rescue, rushed ahead, his black apprentice at his paws. A moment later, Ravenpaw shot past them, yowling fearfully, in the direction of camp. Worried, Owlpaw and Swiftpaw clambered into the reeds only to find the warrior, unconscious and bleeding from a head wound, sprawled across the ground at the claws of a badger. The kit, squeaking in fright, stared into the eyes of its mate.
Swiftpaw, being the fastest, scooped up the kit and high-tailed it for camp. Owlpaw was left to take care of the badger. She fought hard and long, drawing the two black-and-white brutes away from the warrior. She managed to drive one away and hold off the other until help arrived.
After this, her and her brother's skills finally came to light. Several days later, they were made warriors, Owlpaw as Battleheart now. Ravenpaw continued his training for three more moons under a different mentor.
Warrior
From the day she was given her name, Battleheart has proved her worthiness time and again, on and off the battle field. She has fought in numerous battles, none of which she has lost (though she has lost fights). Her courage, loyalty, and skill are assets to the clan. She is held in slight reverence to the cats who once shunned her. Now, at 32 moons, she continues to prove her worth.
IC:
The silence in the clearing was almost deafening. ((OOC: I am aware that I said silence is deafening
)) The wind didn't stir any leaves into rustling, not a bird cheeped. It was as if the whole forest held its breath, anxious, to see what would become of the two rows of glittering eyes that faced each other on either side of the hollow, bright in the dusk light that cast long shadows across the ground, hiding the cats that sheltered in their depths.
Of the eyes, only one pair flashed a blue the color of a summer storm. Battleheart crouched beside her clanmates, veiled in shadow, glaring at the blinking orbs that reflected back at them. "ShadowClan scum," a voice breathed beside her. She glanced to her left to see the patrol leader bristling angrily across the border. "This is RiverClan land and they know it," he growled. Battleheart didn't answer, just kneaded the ground, waiting, daring, for one of them to set just a hair across the border.
Finally, face stretched in a snide smirk of open defiance, a ShadowClan cat stepped out of the trees, padded up to the scent line, and straight across. Encouraged by his boldness, his clanmates followed, slinking forward, eying the row of ThunderClan cats they could not see but knew were there.
Around her, Battleheart felt her clanmates rise and followed suit. She flexed her muscles as she listened to her patrol leader.
"They broke the warrior code, but will pay for it with StarClan when their time comes. We chase them across the border, but no more." The cats around her nodded and stepped up to the edge of the shadow. Tensed and ready, Battleheart strained forward, waiting for the order. When the snarled, "Now!" came, she lunged. Reaching the first ShadowClan cat in a heartbeat, she didn't break pace as she feinted right, eyes locked with her opponents, then slammed her body into the cat's middle. With a grunt, the enemy warrior was down. Battleheart flew past, dragging her claws through thick fur, and twisted to regain her paws. Whipping around, she saw the other cat scramble upright. Before the ShadowClan warrior could regain balance, though, Battleheart was on him. Eyes like ice, claws and teeth bloodied, she wrapped her front legs around him, digging talon-like claws into his back. Burying her fangs into his neck, she rose on her hind legs, forcing him to follow. With a shove of her haunches, they were falling toward earth again, the ShadowClan invader hitting the ground first and last, as Battleheart had released her hold a moment before she hit the ground, landing on her paws.
Towering above the tom, she slammed a paw into his shoulder, claws unsheathed, and he rolled over onto his stomach. She knew that she could have taken advantage of his exposed belly a moment before, but now he could run if he tried hard enough and thats what she wanted.
Sinking claws into his shoulder, she felt a ripple of satisfaction as they pierced skin and sinew. The cat moaned as she leaned down near his ear and snarled, "Get off our territory you piece of crowfood. And if you set foot here again I'll tear you apart."
The cat scrabbled to his paws and shot away, leaving Battleheart with ribbons of his flesh on her claws. He hadn't even given her time to unhook them.
Shaking her head vigorously, she sent her enemies blood flying off in droplets. Glancing around at the the writhing cats, she gathered her legs under her and leapt back into battle.
Password:
Secrets
Other:
You'll have to excuse the horrid RP example. I just couldn't think of anything good.
Battleheart
Gender:
She-Cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
RiverClan
Description:
Battleheart is a cat of complex beauty; in a way she is attractive and in another she is to be feared. She stands at an average height, about a tail-length and a half at the shoulder and her legs are neither the long, wiry limbs of WindClan nor the stockier ones of the forest clans, but simply the usual length. Her pelt is thick and full, but not long, and an off white the color of river-foam. The fur along her shoulders, haunches, and face is slightly darker, a brownish-gray. Her eyes, riveting and piercing, are a dark, dark blue. Her build is one of a cat who works hard all the time. Strong and muscular, but not unattractively so, her whip-cord muscles are clearly visible no matter what she is doing, and when she moves sinew ripples beneath her shining, always-clean pelt.
Battleheart's haunches are slightly lower than most cats, giving her more thrust in her back legs and making her movements full of graceful power. The fur along her flanks is slightly ribbed with old scars, a monument to battles won. Another scar, this one more noticeable, digs deep into her chest, right over her heart. This is the scar that earned her the name she now bears.
Though she sounds like an average, battle-worn cat, there is a strange beauty to Battleheart. It is not the slender, willowy kind of splendor that adorns most 'beauties', but it is a dangerous, wild sort of attractiveness, a whole different kind of beauty. Though by far not the most becoming cat in the forest, or even the clan, she has her own kind of exotic prettiness.
Battleheart's presence is not one to be easily unnoticed, nor one easily forgotten. Though she is quiet, not shy but quiet, she bears a strong, powerful air. It is not in any way an arrogant or snide one, but a soft sense of self-assurance, dignity, and quiet strength. When Battleheart walks into a group of cats, the feeling follows. Often, in times of fear, this manner can help calm cats to stay a panic, or make them obey orders they do not wish to follow.
Picture:
Picture
A bit like this in colors and markings, and slightly in build, but Battleheart's eyes are different, her body more toned, her scars visible, and her build altogether larger.
Personality:
The first thing one notices about Battleheart's personality is her quiet manner. She is far from shy, not thinking twice about speaking before a crowd and friendly to any cat who does not offer harm to her clan, but she keeps her thoughts to herself unless she feels a need to voice them. When she does speak, her words are often blunt and to-the-point. Because of this, some would call her harsh, but in her opinion she is only telling the truth, even if other cats are to scared to speak it themselves. She lets no cat's opinion put her off her own, not worrying about what they think of her.
She is rather sharp-tongued, however, not bothering to soften her words for any ears. Her temper differs with different cats. She has not patience for the arrogant or over-proud, but with mischievous kits, troubled apprentices, or cranky elders she has all the time in the world. Her manner is always calm, cool, and collected but she can turn her biting tongue to harm easily.
Battleheart also has a tendency to be unbelievably stubborn at times, though she does not hesitate to admit her wrongs when she sees her point has been proven false. Until then, though, she sticks with what she believes in with ferocity. She can also be scathingly sarcastic. Her comments, though, are usually true and therefore tend to hurt twice as much.
Battleheart's idea of the Warrior Code is a loose one. She follows it strictly but at the same time can see when it must be bent. More so, she looks to the good of all cats and clans first and the Warrior Code after. Even so, her unwavering loyalty to the clan makes up for it. She would fight to the death with a smile on her face to buy time for the most ancient elder if it came up. She does her duties well and briskly, patrolling, hunting, training; whatever the clan needs.
Of Battleheart's many characteristics, though, her skills stand out among them all. She is a brisk, efficient hunter , fisher, and swimmer. She won't hesitate to go out with the most unwanted apprentice or most respected warrior. To her, a hunt is a hunt no matter who you are with.
In the end, though, it is her fighting skills that make her stand out from the average day-to-day warrior. She is an exceptional fighter, her technique much like her personality: blunt and to the point. She fights hard, pushing herself every time to her limit, using her best moves and as much energy as needed. Her attacks are ferocious, harsh, and lethal. Her skills are well-known and in battle cats tend to avoid her rather than fight her. Often times, they will note her presence near them, look her in the eye, then simply leave. Her skill on the battle-field is part of what earned her her name.
History:
Kit
Battleheart was born to a RiverClan queen late one leaf-bare during a famine that took the lives of more than many cats. Of the four she was born with only she and one other, a tom, survived. Even her mother passed away, leaving the two siblings, dubbed Owlkit and Swifkit, in the paws of a nursing queen.
The queen, bound by duty to her clan, took the kits grudgingly, despising them for taking away milk and warmth from her only surviving child, Ravenkit. Growing up without the love of a nurturing mother, Owlkit and her brother forged a close bond that only those who have nothing else but each other could understand. Throughout their kit-hood they were shunned by their adopted mother, tormented and picked on by her kit (who was far bigger than them), and jeered at by all the other kits. The queens, being friends of Owlkit and Swiftkit's foster mom, turned a blind eye. The siblings had to fight their way through kit-hood. Though she was young, these obstacles she had to overcome shaped Battleheart's personality.
Apprentice
At six moons old, like any other kit, Owlkit and Swiftkit were made apprentices. Unlike Ravenkit, however, (with whom everybody expected great things) the newly dubbed Owlpaw and Swiftpaw were simply given away to two random warriors whom nobody noted for anything special. Nobody expected much out of them and the two rejects spend their first night alone in the cold while their foster brother stayed warm at the edge of camp, sleeping.
As the entire clan watched Ravenpaw's progress with eager eyes, Owlpaw and Swiftpaw trained just as long and hard as he. They brought in as much, if not more, prey and knocked each other off their paws during battle training, Though nobody noticed their efforts the two didn't care and continued to train hard and long, working twice as much as their foster brother and strengthening their already powerful bond.
It was at twelve moons old, soon time for them to be warriors, that their lives changed. A kit had escaped from camp and was missing. Cats were being divided into groups of four or so to search for her. Owlpaw ended up with her two brothers and Ravenpaw's mentor, a cat as mean and arrogant as the black his apprentice.
While the two others dragged behind, making snide remarks all the while, Swiftpaw and Owlpaw went to work looking for scents, tracks, or clues to follow. Within minutes Swiftpaw, an amazing hunter and tracker, picked up a scent and the chase was on.
Tagging Swiftpaw, the four cats followed a winding maze of scent through the marshes and trees of RiverClan territory. Therefore, when they heard the kits mewling, they were excited. Ravenpaw's mentor, ever eager to prove himself and ready to take the credit for the search and rescue, rushed ahead, his black apprentice at his paws. A moment later, Ravenpaw shot past them, yowling fearfully, in the direction of camp. Worried, Owlpaw and Swiftpaw clambered into the reeds only to find the warrior, unconscious and bleeding from a head wound, sprawled across the ground at the claws of a badger. The kit, squeaking in fright, stared into the eyes of its mate.
Swiftpaw, being the fastest, scooped up the kit and high-tailed it for camp. Owlpaw was left to take care of the badger. She fought hard and long, drawing the two black-and-white brutes away from the warrior. She managed to drive one away and hold off the other until help arrived.
After this, her and her brother's skills finally came to light. Several days later, they were made warriors, Owlpaw as Battleheart now. Ravenpaw continued his training for three more moons under a different mentor.
Warrior
From the day she was given her name, Battleheart has proved her worthiness time and again, on and off the battle field. She has fought in numerous battles, none of which she has lost (though she has lost fights). Her courage, loyalty, and skill are assets to the clan. She is held in slight reverence to the cats who once shunned her. Now, at 32 moons, she continues to prove her worth.
IC:
The silence in the clearing was almost deafening. ((OOC: I am aware that I said silence is deafening
)) The wind didn't stir any leaves into rustling, not a bird cheeped. It was as if the whole forest held its breath, anxious, to see what would become of the two rows of glittering eyes that faced each other on either side of the hollow, bright in the dusk light that cast long shadows across the ground, hiding the cats that sheltered in their depths. Of the eyes, only one pair flashed a blue the color of a summer storm. Battleheart crouched beside her clanmates, veiled in shadow, glaring at the blinking orbs that reflected back at them. "ShadowClan scum," a voice breathed beside her. She glanced to her left to see the patrol leader bristling angrily across the border. "This is RiverClan land and they know it," he growled. Battleheart didn't answer, just kneaded the ground, waiting, daring, for one of them to set just a hair across the border.
Finally, face stretched in a snide smirk of open defiance, a ShadowClan cat stepped out of the trees, padded up to the scent line, and straight across. Encouraged by his boldness, his clanmates followed, slinking forward, eying the row of ThunderClan cats they could not see but knew were there.
Around her, Battleheart felt her clanmates rise and followed suit. She flexed her muscles as she listened to her patrol leader.
"They broke the warrior code, but will pay for it with StarClan when their time comes. We chase them across the border, but no more." The cats around her nodded and stepped up to the edge of the shadow. Tensed and ready, Battleheart strained forward, waiting for the order. When the snarled, "Now!" came, she lunged. Reaching the first ShadowClan cat in a heartbeat, she didn't break pace as she feinted right, eyes locked with her opponents, then slammed her body into the cat's middle. With a grunt, the enemy warrior was down. Battleheart flew past, dragging her claws through thick fur, and twisted to regain her paws. Whipping around, she saw the other cat scramble upright. Before the ShadowClan warrior could regain balance, though, Battleheart was on him. Eyes like ice, claws and teeth bloodied, she wrapped her front legs around him, digging talon-like claws into his back. Burying her fangs into his neck, she rose on her hind legs, forcing him to follow. With a shove of her haunches, they were falling toward earth again, the ShadowClan invader hitting the ground first and last, as Battleheart had released her hold a moment before she hit the ground, landing on her paws.
Towering above the tom, she slammed a paw into his shoulder, claws unsheathed, and he rolled over onto his stomach. She knew that she could have taken advantage of his exposed belly a moment before, but now he could run if he tried hard enough and thats what she wanted.
Sinking claws into his shoulder, she felt a ripple of satisfaction as they pierced skin and sinew. The cat moaned as she leaned down near his ear and snarled, "Get off our territory you piece of crowfood. And if you set foot here again I'll tear you apart."
The cat scrabbled to his paws and shot away, leaving Battleheart with ribbons of his flesh on her claws. He hadn't even given her time to unhook them.
Shaking her head vigorously, she sent her enemies blood flying off in droplets. Glancing around at the the writhing cats, she gathered her legs under her and leapt back into battle.
Password:
Secrets
Other:
You'll have to excuse the horrid RP example. I just couldn't think of anything good.
