Post by .:a.l.o.u.e.t.t.e:. on Jul 3, 2008 12:13:23 GMT -5
name xx;
Leopardpaw(flower)
gender xx;
She-cat
clan xx;
ThunderClan
rank xx;
Apprentice
description xx;
It is rare to hold beauty at such a young age, but young Leopardpaw has been able to attain quite a lovely face for even a young cat. She is a slender being, for most of her kit-fat had been worked off due to her aspirations in becoming one of the most respected warriors in the clan. Leopardpaw has long legs, that give her her speed and agility. With an unusual pelt, a silver undertone marked with spots of charcoal grey. Although her fur is relatively short, she is able to grow a warm undercoat for winter. Her belly and face is a slightly lighter tone than the rest of her body. Although it is not quite white, it appears to be so. The tip of her tail is a charcoal coloring.
picture xx;
personality xx;
A picture is worth a thousand words, but a living being, that is worth too many to count. Leopardpaw is a complex feline being, and describing her is a task for the most skilled writers, I not being one of them. She has a proud streak in her, she feels often inferior to others, because of her mother, but never dares to show it. She holds her head up high and tends to look down on people. Her presence is cool and confident, but not conceited or terrifying. She keeps her speech soft, almost delicate, a simple decoy for her wrathful temper.
The nickname that she earned herself from her mentor, 'The Dragon of the East', matches her terrible temper. Although her disposition is mainly sweet towards strangers and those closest to her, she has a tendency to strike out at those who anger her. She is as cold and unforgiving as the tundra that she prowls. Many may wonder why she has become who she is, but that will be explained later. Moving on towards her nicer side, she can be as warming as the sun on your shoulders. Her attitude towards others is mostly welcoming, for she is always seeking allies in every corner of the world. Her hospitality isn't as well known as her temper, but she plays both sides of the field. As most females are, she is a hopeless romantic bent on finding a handsome prince or hero to sweep her off her feet. But, she never lets down her guard, always trying to protect herself from hurt. Persephone, even at a young age, is a ruthless flirt.
history xx;
Leopardpaw born to a rouge called Alouette in Thunderclan terra. She was cared for until her mother was chased out. The she-cat reluctantly left her kit. Later, when the Clan cats found the half starved kit, they took her in. Because she had no name, it was nessecairy to call her something. thus, she was dubbed leopardkit, due to her spotted pelt. For a month now, she has been an apprentice.
ic xx;
Dubious was a word to explain how she felt at the moment. Although there wasn't exactly a problem with hunting by yourself, she didn't exactly ask for permission. Of course, split second descions were part of Leopardpaw's personality. It wasn't as if she was going to be severely punished for it. How hard was it to feed the elders and dab their flea ridden backs? Besides, she often got a good story out of one of them. After all, nobody liked to be around her when she was in an especially testy mood.
Lithe apprentice sprang atop of a log, padding down the springy moss. Slithering down without a sound, she ignored the scampering sounds of little creatures. No, she was in the mood for much larger game. She wanted to prove herself, after all. For, one grew quite tired of being known as 'the unwanted kit of some unwanted rouge'. Leopardpaw didn't understand what was wrong with her heritage, she was simply a mishap, an unexpected pregnancy. Flicking her tail in annoyance, she prowled thorugh the undergrowth, allowing the drops of dew to paint her pelt. Even in the dim light, her silver pelt shimmered......
codeword xx; twilight
gah, i'm too lazy to write more for my posteh. i hope this is decent.
Leopardpaw(flower)
gender xx;
She-cat
clan xx;
ThunderClan
rank xx;
Apprentice
description xx;
It is rare to hold beauty at such a young age, but young Leopardpaw has been able to attain quite a lovely face for even a young cat. She is a slender being, for most of her kit-fat had been worked off due to her aspirations in becoming one of the most respected warriors in the clan. Leopardpaw has long legs, that give her her speed and agility. With an unusual pelt, a silver undertone marked with spots of charcoal grey. Although her fur is relatively short, she is able to grow a warm undercoat for winter. Her belly and face is a slightly lighter tone than the rest of her body. Although it is not quite white, it appears to be so. The tip of her tail is a charcoal coloring.
picture xx;
personality xx;
A picture is worth a thousand words, but a living being, that is worth too many to count. Leopardpaw is a complex feline being, and describing her is a task for the most skilled writers, I not being one of them. She has a proud streak in her, she feels often inferior to others, because of her mother, but never dares to show it. She holds her head up high and tends to look down on people. Her presence is cool and confident, but not conceited or terrifying. She keeps her speech soft, almost delicate, a simple decoy for her wrathful temper.
The nickname that she earned herself from her mentor, 'The Dragon of the East', matches her terrible temper. Although her disposition is mainly sweet towards strangers and those closest to her, she has a tendency to strike out at those who anger her. She is as cold and unforgiving as the tundra that she prowls. Many may wonder why she has become who she is, but that will be explained later. Moving on towards her nicer side, she can be as warming as the sun on your shoulders. Her attitude towards others is mostly welcoming, for she is always seeking allies in every corner of the world. Her hospitality isn't as well known as her temper, but she plays both sides of the field. As most females are, she is a hopeless romantic bent on finding a handsome prince or hero to sweep her off her feet. But, she never lets down her guard, always trying to protect herself from hurt. Persephone, even at a young age, is a ruthless flirt.
history xx;
Leopardpaw born to a rouge called Alouette in Thunderclan terra. She was cared for until her mother was chased out. The she-cat reluctantly left her kit. Later, when the Clan cats found the half starved kit, they took her in. Because she had no name, it was nessecairy to call her something. thus, she was dubbed leopardkit, due to her spotted pelt. For a month now, she has been an apprentice.
ic xx;
Dubious was a word to explain how she felt at the moment. Although there wasn't exactly a problem with hunting by yourself, she didn't exactly ask for permission. Of course, split second descions were part of Leopardpaw's personality. It wasn't as if she was going to be severely punished for it. How hard was it to feed the elders and dab their flea ridden backs? Besides, she often got a good story out of one of them. After all, nobody liked to be around her when she was in an especially testy mood.
Lithe apprentice sprang atop of a log, padding down the springy moss. Slithering down without a sound, she ignored the scampering sounds of little creatures. No, she was in the mood for much larger game. She wanted to prove herself, after all. For, one grew quite tired of being known as 'the unwanted kit of some unwanted rouge'. Leopardpaw didn't understand what was wrong with her heritage, she was simply a mishap, an unexpected pregnancy. Flicking her tail in annoyance, she prowled thorugh the undergrowth, allowing the drops of dew to paint her pelt. Even in the dim light, her silver pelt shimmered......
codeword xx; twilight
gah, i'm too lazy to write more for my posteh. i hope this is decent.