Post by Willowshard on Jan 7, 2011 1:23:58 GMT -5
Willowshard!
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» GENDER: She-cat
» AGE: 53 moons
» CLAN: ShadowClan
» RANK: Medicine Cat
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE: --
» MATE: None…
» KIN: Kestreltalon (ShadowClan Warrior, brother)
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Willowshard’s form is lithe and slender, accented by her long legs and angular face. What she lacks in brawn, Willowshard makes up for in speed and agility. Her ashen pelt is easily distinguishable by its faded spots and soft texture. Willowshard’s luminescent golden eyes are a sharp contrast to her dark fur. If you look deep enough, past her narrowed eyes and snarky countenance, her eyes show love and compassion. A scar runs from the base of her left ear to midway down her neck; otherwise, her fur appears to be flawless. Her tail is about a paw-width longer than average, and has rings toward the tip that are hardly visible.
» PERSONALITY: Willowshard is a hard cat to love. Snide comments and criticism usually are her common response. She finds kits to be a great nuisance, and will not hesitate to treat them as such. She has angered many queens with this attitude, but she simply brushes them off nonchalantly. Although she is mostly known for her sarcasm and sharp tongue, she is also renown for her strong devotion to her clan and to her position as medicine cat. Willowshard has a quick wit and is remarkably knowledgeable in her field. She will make her opinion heard, regardless of who it offends. She is an independent cat and will not often accept help from others.
Underneath her prickly, cactus-like persona, Willowshard is a compassionate cat, and, when it really counts, will put herself in harm’s way to protect the ones she loves. It takes a long while to earn her trust, but when that friendship is formed, it is unending. As she ages, this becomes more and more apparent.
» HISTORY: As a kit, she and her brother always caused a scene with their bickering and petty scuffles. As she grew up, her relationship with her brother became solid; arguing became cooperative plotting and then bailing each other out of trouble, which then molded their unbreakable friendship.
Willowshard initially struggled in her apprenticeship. She started off in warrior training, but she was obviously uninterested. After a moon, she was adopted as the Medicine Cat’s apprentice. There, she seemed to find her niche; she had a natural talent for learning herbs and their proper uses. When the former Medicine Cat joined StarClan, she inherited the position.
Her mother died just after she delivered Willowshard and her brother, and their father died of blackcough last leaf-bare. She is still a bit sore about her father’s death. As a medicine cat, she feels responsible for his passing… Willowshard tried everything she could think of to save her elderly father, but his illness was too severe. It is advised that you don’t mention her father if you want to keep your ears.
This fantastic picture is copyright to Eibo-Jeddah of DeviantArt. I take no credit for its creation.
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» YOUR ALIAS: PaperCrane, or Crane
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: Oh jeebus. Six or seven years?
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: Through the advertisement board on the PB Support forum.
» OTHER CATS: I’ll be playing Kestreltalon eventually.
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE: [Not exactly an example of a single rp post, but I had too much fun writing this not to post it...]
“I honestly did not! You have no clue what you’re talking about.”
“For StarClan’s sake! You did, Kestreltalon! Why can’t you just admit it?”
Adjacent to the pile of fresh kill, stood two toms roughly 20 moons in age, bickering at one another.
“You are a mouse-brained fool, Sagestep. For the last time, I did not take your vole.”
Sagestep fumed, “YOU DID! I SAW YOU!”
Behind a curtain of brambles a she-cat snickered as she watched the two warriors leap at one another. Their claws were sheathed, but the two still put up a formidable fight. They rolled around the clearing, dust flying in all directions. The she-cat stifled laughter as they bowled into a nearby pine. Next to her lay a perfectly plump vole.
She looked remarkably similar to her soot-colored brother, and, if you weren’t looking closely, you would probably assume that they were twins--or possibly the same cat... Behind the brambles, her eyes glinted mischievously as she gently closed her fangs around the vole and crept out of the shadows soundlessly. While the other two were rolling around, she placed the vole in the exact place that she found it and slid back into hiding.
The two toms slowly became fatigued until they sat facing one another, breathing heavily. “Fine, Sagestep. I took it, alright?” Kestreltalon huffed between breaths. “Are you happy now?”
“No. I’m not.” Sagestep replied, thoroughly exasperated. His ear twitched with agitation as he brushed the dust from his coat. “You know, you haven’t grown up at all, Kestreltalon. Maybe it is time that you start.” With a flick of his tail he left the grey tom sitting by the pine. Kestreltalon watched him make his way back to the freshkill pile. “Guuuh.” The warrior sat up and began grooming his seriously ruffled fur, grumbling to himself all the while.
As Sagestep neared the pile, he slowed. Sitting right next to the pile was a familiar lump. He narrowed his eyes and folded his ears, closing in on the pile. He snorted and his eyes widened with surprise when he realized that the lump was, in fact, his vole. Sagestep stared at it, half expecting it to come alive and dart off. He glanced quickly over his shoulder at his friend, who was now pulling pine needles out of his tail.
“Heh.” Sagestep’s face grew hot.
A muffled snickering came from the brambles.
