Post by {`ORANGE +sky } on Jan 19, 2009 15:35:38 GMT -5
Name: Orangesky
Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pelt Color: Orange tabby
Description: Bright orange tabby fur covers her body. The darker stripes are thin and scarce. Her chin, belly and tail-tip is an almost white yellow cream color. Her muscles are well-developed from hard apprentice training and they stand out plainly against her fur. Her frame is tiny; don't let her small size fool you. She is a strong and capable warrior. Her sensitive nose is light pink. Her eyes are a fierce yellow-gold and they convey all her emotion.
Personality: Orangesky is bright and cheerful. She takes few things seriously, which often gets on senior warrior's nerves. She is enthusiastic about everything, from a simple hunt to a dangerous battle. She doesn't know the meaning of sadness or nervous. When a tragedy befalls her life, her happy demeanor falls for about a day before she's up and running again. Orangesky has a strong belief in StarClan. She never doubts or questions what happens; it was StarClan's doing. This she-cat is open and friendly, however not so much to rival Clans. ThunderClan is the best and the others pale in comparison to her Clan's strength (in her opinion).
Desired Position: Warrior, eventually queen
Desired Clan: ThunderClan
Picture of Cat (if you have one): I'll find one.
RP Example: "Orangesky, calm down!" exclaimed the flustered warrior. Orangesky turned with shining eyes.
"Come on! The prey is going to go home by the time we get going," she complained playfully. The other warrior, Stoneclaw, padded next to her and nudged her forward. The ginger tabby bounced ahead and quickly fell into silence, so as no to startle the food. She sensitive nose picked up the smell of mouse. She dropped into the hunter's crouch and stalked forward, tail twitching slightly.
She saw the mouse. And then she saw a fierce black cat flying toward her, claws outstretched. She yowled in alarm, ducking her head down. She felt the weight of the other cat land on her back. She squirmed beneath it, wriggling her way free. Then she sprung at it, thorn-sharp claws ready to tear some fur. She landed squarely on its back, sinking her claws in. The cat screeched and shook violently. "Orangeskyyyy! Get offf!" it moaned. Instantly she let go and rolled off.
"You mouse-brain! You almost killed me," Darkfoot complained. She huffed and turned, wincing, to peer at her back.
"You shouldn't have attacked me! What did you expect me to do?" Orangesky retorted. "Are you okay? Let's go you to the medicine cat. I'm sorry."
The other she-cat turned suddenly and dropped something at her feet. "The mouse. I killed it."
"Thanks. Do you want me to go with you? Those cuts look nasty," Orangesky asked, worried about her friend. "I can help explain..."
"No, it's my fault. You keep hunting," Darkfoot mewed, leaving her.
Clan History: Sliceclaw and Blacknight loved each other greatly. They were truly happy together; it was only a matter of time until Blacknight showed the signs of kits in her belly. Sliceclaw was elated. Blacknight had high hopes for her kits.
It was a warm day when the kits came. The medicine cat hurried near and helped her through the birth. It was easy. Blacknight was fine, as were her four healthy kits. They grew quickly. She'd named them after colors. Orangekit, for her orange fur, Greenkit, for his green eyes, Brownkit, for her soft brown pelt and Yellowkit, for her yellow eyes. Greenkit became the leader of his sisters. He lead them on wild adventures in camp, often getting them in trouble. Their kithood was lively and happy, just the way it should have been. Blacknight and Sliceclaw cared for them until they were apprentices.
The 'kits became 'paws. Greenpaw was still the leader of his sisters and they listened to him over their mentors. He was a natural leader, surely bound to become Greenstar one day. It would not have surprised anyone. What did surprise everyone was the day when he stumbled into camp, bleeding and dying.
His mentor was nowhere to be seen. All suspected that Greenpaw's mentor had done this. It was well-known that Graypelt wanted to be leader, even though he hardly deserved it. While Greenpaw rested in the medicine cat den, receiving intense care, Orangepaw plotted with her sisters to find and demand justice for Graypelt's actions. The sisters left in the middle of the night. They found Graypelt at the border. Yellowpaw attacked instantly, despite Orangepaw's plans to coerce him to camp. The older, more experienced warrior fought her off, snapping her neck without thinking about it. Brownpaw and Orangepaw didn't know what to do. Brownpaw's nerve left and she ran off, never to be seen again. To this day she blames herself for the death of Yellowpaw.
Graypelt left. He was never found, either. While Yellowpaw was dying, Orangepaw crept closer, just in time to hear her sister murmur, "I love you and Greenpaw. And Brownpaw. Don't cry for me, I'll be in StarClan, waiting for you to join me. We'll play together, forever." Then she died.
A patrol found Orangepaw stone-faced over her sister's body. "Graypelt did it. We wanted him to confess to hurting Greenpaw. She attacked and he killed her. Brownpaw ran off," she said quietly. Then she brightened up. "Oh, Mama, Yellowpaw said don't cry. She said she'll see us all in StarClan one day and we can play again. Please don't cry."
Her mother stopped crying and took Orangepaw back to camp, while the other warriors carried Yellowpaw. That night the yellow-eyed apprentice was buried next to her brother. Orangepaw did not weep or mourn. She told everyone brightly: "I'll see them again someday. I can spend forever with them, where no one can hurt them."
Her training was completed, and she became a warrior at twelve moons. The ceremony was perfect, but she couldn't help wishing her siblings were with her. But she was confident she'd see them again.
Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pelt Color: Orange tabby
Description: Bright orange tabby fur covers her body. The darker stripes are thin and scarce. Her chin, belly and tail-tip is an almost white yellow cream color. Her muscles are well-developed from hard apprentice training and they stand out plainly against her fur. Her frame is tiny; don't let her small size fool you. She is a strong and capable warrior. Her sensitive nose is light pink. Her eyes are a fierce yellow-gold and they convey all her emotion.
Personality: Orangesky is bright and cheerful. She takes few things seriously, which often gets on senior warrior's nerves. She is enthusiastic about everything, from a simple hunt to a dangerous battle. She doesn't know the meaning of sadness or nervous. When a tragedy befalls her life, her happy demeanor falls for about a day before she's up and running again. Orangesky has a strong belief in StarClan. She never doubts or questions what happens; it was StarClan's doing. This she-cat is open and friendly, however not so much to rival Clans. ThunderClan is the best and the others pale in comparison to her Clan's strength (in her opinion).
Desired Position: Warrior, eventually queen
Desired Clan: ThunderClan
Picture of Cat (if you have one): I'll find one.
RP Example: "Orangesky, calm down!" exclaimed the flustered warrior. Orangesky turned with shining eyes.
"Come on! The prey is going to go home by the time we get going," she complained playfully. The other warrior, Stoneclaw, padded next to her and nudged her forward. The ginger tabby bounced ahead and quickly fell into silence, so as no to startle the food. She sensitive nose picked up the smell of mouse. She dropped into the hunter's crouch and stalked forward, tail twitching slightly.
She saw the mouse. And then she saw a fierce black cat flying toward her, claws outstretched. She yowled in alarm, ducking her head down. She felt the weight of the other cat land on her back. She squirmed beneath it, wriggling her way free. Then she sprung at it, thorn-sharp claws ready to tear some fur. She landed squarely on its back, sinking her claws in. The cat screeched and shook violently. "Orangeskyyyy! Get offf!" it moaned. Instantly she let go and rolled off.
"You mouse-brain! You almost killed me," Darkfoot complained. She huffed and turned, wincing, to peer at her back.
"You shouldn't have attacked me! What did you expect me to do?" Orangesky retorted. "Are you okay? Let's go you to the medicine cat. I'm sorry."
The other she-cat turned suddenly and dropped something at her feet. "The mouse. I killed it."
"Thanks. Do you want me to go with you? Those cuts look nasty," Orangesky asked, worried about her friend. "I can help explain..."
"No, it's my fault. You keep hunting," Darkfoot mewed, leaving her.
Clan History: Sliceclaw and Blacknight loved each other greatly. They were truly happy together; it was only a matter of time until Blacknight showed the signs of kits in her belly. Sliceclaw was elated. Blacknight had high hopes for her kits.
It was a warm day when the kits came. The medicine cat hurried near and helped her through the birth. It was easy. Blacknight was fine, as were her four healthy kits. They grew quickly. She'd named them after colors. Orangekit, for her orange fur, Greenkit, for his green eyes, Brownkit, for her soft brown pelt and Yellowkit, for her yellow eyes. Greenkit became the leader of his sisters. He lead them on wild adventures in camp, often getting them in trouble. Their kithood was lively and happy, just the way it should have been. Blacknight and Sliceclaw cared for them until they were apprentices.
The 'kits became 'paws. Greenpaw was still the leader of his sisters and they listened to him over their mentors. He was a natural leader, surely bound to become Greenstar one day. It would not have surprised anyone. What did surprise everyone was the day when he stumbled into camp, bleeding and dying.
His mentor was nowhere to be seen. All suspected that Greenpaw's mentor had done this. It was well-known that Graypelt wanted to be leader, even though he hardly deserved it. While Greenpaw rested in the medicine cat den, receiving intense care, Orangepaw plotted with her sisters to find and demand justice for Graypelt's actions. The sisters left in the middle of the night. They found Graypelt at the border. Yellowpaw attacked instantly, despite Orangepaw's plans to coerce him to camp. The older, more experienced warrior fought her off, snapping her neck without thinking about it. Brownpaw and Orangepaw didn't know what to do. Brownpaw's nerve left and she ran off, never to be seen again. To this day she blames herself for the death of Yellowpaw.
Graypelt left. He was never found, either. While Yellowpaw was dying, Orangepaw crept closer, just in time to hear her sister murmur, "I love you and Greenpaw. And Brownpaw. Don't cry for me, I'll be in StarClan, waiting for you to join me. We'll play together, forever." Then she died.
A patrol found Orangepaw stone-faced over her sister's body. "Graypelt did it. We wanted him to confess to hurting Greenpaw. She attacked and he killed her. Brownpaw ran off," she said quietly. Then she brightened up. "Oh, Mama, Yellowpaw said don't cry. She said she'll see us all in StarClan one day and we can play again. Please don't cry."
Her mother stopped crying and took Orangepaw back to camp, while the other warriors carried Yellowpaw. That night the yellow-eyed apprentice was buried next to her brother. Orangepaw did not weep or mourn. She told everyone brightly: "I'll see them again someday. I can spend forever with them, where no one can hurt them."
Her training was completed, and she became a warrior at twelve moons. The ceremony was perfect, but she couldn't help wishing her siblings were with her. But she was confident she'd see them again.
RULEZ