Post by silentreflection on Dec 18, 2006 21:29:46 GMT -5
Sections of this bio are taken straight from the bio of another character of mine. Some are modified. The other character has the same name ^.^
Name: Duskyrose
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Duskyrose has nearly pure dark gray fur, except for a black flower-shapd mark on her right shoulder. Her eyes are an intense bluish shade. She is small and rather skinny, though she always looks well taken care of. Her fur is usually sleek and smooth, and she never seems to lose the air of calmness that surrounds her. She can walk very quietly, and seems to blend in anywhere. She has the ability to just melt away into the shadows and vanish.Her voice is soft and musical, but with a quality that makes others listen. She speaks and walks with confidence, calmness, and conviction and is quite graceful. While she is not the fastest or the strongest of cats, it never mattered to her. She is less physical than most, but is still a good hunter and fighter with keen senses.
Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Istanbul/Other/DSC_5659.jpg That cat with blue eyes ^.^
Personality: As her appearance suggests, Duskyrose is confident, though never arrogant. She does not lose her head in a crisis, but likes to think things through strategically. Not one to rush into battle, Duskyrose was always a more intellectual sort of cat. While at times her quietness may make her seem withdrawn, she is anything but that. She is friendly to all and always acts kindly. Duskyrose can speak with anyone and still remain tactful. She can interact with a cat whom she intensely dislikes and rarely loses control of her emotions. Her emotions are also extremely hard to read. Both her eyes and her body language always seem to be calm and collected. Duskyrose tends to let past offenses remain in the past, and rarely dwells on grudges. She is a devout believer in StarClan, and is sure that they are always there, watching over and protecting the cats of the forest.
Despite this, Duskyrose is far from perfect. Known to have intense mood swings, she could be bubbling one day and extremely depressed the next. She tries her best to please everyone, but can end up annoying some or making other displeased, which only results in her tryingharder. She is often apologetic to the point of being annoying and tries so hard to avoid awkward situations that she creates them instead. She can also be so firm in her belief in StarClan that she forgets the forest and the clan, only telling herself that all will be made right in time. Duskyrose can also be intellectual enough to seem like she scorns those who are not as talented or smart. While this is not true, her confident air sometimes convinces other cats that it is so.
History: Born to two average clan warriors, Duskyrose was socially an outcast as a kit. She liked to spend time alone and was extremely curious. She learned swiftly and only had to watch something be done once to know how it was done. By the time she was apprentice age, she stood out. It came as a disappointment to her that she received no recognition, and her apprenticehood was decidedly typical. She managed to befriend a friend of her brother, Nightpaw and his sister Willowpaw. The trio caused mischief wherever they could. Duskypaw, though she was not a good fighter, was still a talented apprentice. She was an excellent strategist, quite good at reading others. She was also a great hunter, catching her first prey far earlier than her peers. However, during her apprenticehood her mother and father kept an extremely close watch on herr, close enough to make her rebellious. She was quite popular for her sweetness and politeness. Along with her friends, Duskypaw often snuck out of clan for the sheer exhilaration of being free. She thought it quite fun until they explored a bit too far and lost themselves. The apprentices' complete disorientation coupled with their lack of experience was a recipe for disaster when the storm hit.
It rained for a long time, cold, freezing rain. Prey was scarce during the time anyway, and Duskypaw and her companions, her brother, and a two of her friends including Nightpaw, were starving. They wondered why nobody found them, but it was because they had wandered so far from camp. After the third night of steady downpour, Nightpaw fell ill. Frightened and unsure what to do, the four apprentices tried hard to keep each other warm. The next morning, Duskypaw's brother and her other friend set off to seek help. In fact they found it, but once they found help they had lost Duskypaw. The two other apprentices were brought back to camp and scolded, but Duskypaw remained lost with the ill Nightpaw. She at last realized that she had to take matters into her own paws. The last food she had had was two days ago, a squirrel that had been split among the four of them. She tried to drag the delirious Nightpaw back towards where she thought camp was. She collapsed before she made it. By the time she woke in the medicine cat den, Nightpaw was dead.
The death should have affected her much, but, strangely, it didn't. Her life went on, but her devout belief in StarClan only grew. Her history was absolutely typical from that incident on. She was made a warrior just after she was a year old.
IC: Her steps were silent as a feather in the breeze, her eyes two gleaming, sapphire dots in the dusky forest. Her gray fur blended seamlessly into the mottled shadows that adorned the forest floor as she slid through the forest, softly, softly. She reached the edge, where emerald grass and brown leaves and bark met and played. She stpped out of the shadows, now a visible form on the grass. The western horizon was streaked and slashed with fiery color: shades of crimson and pink, hues of orange, of violet, of blue.
Duskyrose sighed softly, a sigh of comfort, satisfaction, relief. The fiery orange ball that was the sun slipped smoothly beyond the horizon. The world moved on, the fire turning to water, to ice, to darkness. The night sky was dark blue velvet studded with diamonds, spilled with droplets of water that were the stars. One by one, the spirits of Silverpelt showed themselves in the night sky.
StarClan is here. StarClan is watching.
Password: secrets
Name: Duskyrose
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Description: Duskyrose has nearly pure dark gray fur, except for a black flower-shapd mark on her right shoulder. Her eyes are an intense bluish shade. She is small and rather skinny, though she always looks well taken care of. Her fur is usually sleek and smooth, and she never seems to lose the air of calmness that surrounds her. She can walk very quietly, and seems to blend in anywhere. She has the ability to just melt away into the shadows and vanish.Her voice is soft and musical, but with a quality that makes others listen. She speaks and walks with confidence, calmness, and conviction and is quite graceful. While she is not the fastest or the strongest of cats, it never mattered to her. She is less physical than most, but is still a good hunter and fighter with keen senses.
Picture: www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Istanbul/Other/DSC_5659.jpg That cat with blue eyes ^.^
Personality: As her appearance suggests, Duskyrose is confident, though never arrogant. She does not lose her head in a crisis, but likes to think things through strategically. Not one to rush into battle, Duskyrose was always a more intellectual sort of cat. While at times her quietness may make her seem withdrawn, she is anything but that. She is friendly to all and always acts kindly. Duskyrose can speak with anyone and still remain tactful. She can interact with a cat whom she intensely dislikes and rarely loses control of her emotions. Her emotions are also extremely hard to read. Both her eyes and her body language always seem to be calm and collected. Duskyrose tends to let past offenses remain in the past, and rarely dwells on grudges. She is a devout believer in StarClan, and is sure that they are always there, watching over and protecting the cats of the forest.
Despite this, Duskyrose is far from perfect. Known to have intense mood swings, she could be bubbling one day and extremely depressed the next. She tries her best to please everyone, but can end up annoying some or making other displeased, which only results in her tryingharder. She is often apologetic to the point of being annoying and tries so hard to avoid awkward situations that she creates them instead. She can also be so firm in her belief in StarClan that she forgets the forest and the clan, only telling herself that all will be made right in time. Duskyrose can also be intellectual enough to seem like she scorns those who are not as talented or smart. While this is not true, her confident air sometimes convinces other cats that it is so.
History: Born to two average clan warriors, Duskyrose was socially an outcast as a kit. She liked to spend time alone and was extremely curious. She learned swiftly and only had to watch something be done once to know how it was done. By the time she was apprentice age, she stood out. It came as a disappointment to her that she received no recognition, and her apprenticehood was decidedly typical. She managed to befriend a friend of her brother, Nightpaw and his sister Willowpaw. The trio caused mischief wherever they could. Duskypaw, though she was not a good fighter, was still a talented apprentice. She was an excellent strategist, quite good at reading others. She was also a great hunter, catching her first prey far earlier than her peers. However, during her apprenticehood her mother and father kept an extremely close watch on herr, close enough to make her rebellious. She was quite popular for her sweetness and politeness. Along with her friends, Duskypaw often snuck out of clan for the sheer exhilaration of being free. She thought it quite fun until they explored a bit too far and lost themselves. The apprentices' complete disorientation coupled with their lack of experience was a recipe for disaster when the storm hit.
It rained for a long time, cold, freezing rain. Prey was scarce during the time anyway, and Duskypaw and her companions, her brother, and a two of her friends including Nightpaw, were starving. They wondered why nobody found them, but it was because they had wandered so far from camp. After the third night of steady downpour, Nightpaw fell ill. Frightened and unsure what to do, the four apprentices tried hard to keep each other warm. The next morning, Duskypaw's brother and her other friend set off to seek help. In fact they found it, but once they found help they had lost Duskypaw. The two other apprentices were brought back to camp and scolded, but Duskypaw remained lost with the ill Nightpaw. She at last realized that she had to take matters into her own paws. The last food she had had was two days ago, a squirrel that had been split among the four of them. She tried to drag the delirious Nightpaw back towards where she thought camp was. She collapsed before she made it. By the time she woke in the medicine cat den, Nightpaw was dead.
The death should have affected her much, but, strangely, it didn't. Her life went on, but her devout belief in StarClan only grew. Her history was absolutely typical from that incident on. She was made a warrior just after she was a year old.
IC: Her steps were silent as a feather in the breeze, her eyes two gleaming, sapphire dots in the dusky forest. Her gray fur blended seamlessly into the mottled shadows that adorned the forest floor as she slid through the forest, softly, softly. She reached the edge, where emerald grass and brown leaves and bark met and played. She stpped out of the shadows, now a visible form on the grass. The western horizon was streaked and slashed with fiery color: shades of crimson and pink, hues of orange, of violet, of blue.
Duskyrose sighed softly, a sigh of comfort, satisfaction, relief. The fiery orange ball that was the sun slipped smoothly beyond the horizon. The world moved on, the fire turning to water, to ice, to darkness. The night sky was dark blue velvet studded with diamonds, spilled with droplets of water that were the stars. One by one, the spirits of Silverpelt showed themselves in the night sky.
StarClan is here. StarClan is watching.
Password: secrets
