Post by Skydapple on Jan 9, 2011 21:06:18 GMT -5
Skydapple!
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» GENDER: She-cat
» AGE: 15 moons, or 1 year and 3 months
» CLAN: RiverClan
» RANK: Warrior
» MENTOR/APPRENTICE: None
» MATE: None
» KIN: Bayshine (sire, dead) Sootypelt (dam, dead) Bearshine (brother, alive)
» PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION: Skydapple is on the small side, but only a bit; she's fairly average-sized. Her fur, which has smoothed out by now, is white, littered with striped tortoiseshell markings. Her small paws are white with petal-pink pads. She has a black nose with round eyes of a bright amber color that compliments the black, white, and brown on some of her fur. Her small ears and tail, as well as a small patch on her back, carry the tortoiseshell tabby look.
» PERSONALITY: Skydapple is very observant of her surroundings and can think about things that don’t necessarily concern her, giving her personality both a nosy aspect and a thoughtful, inquisitive aspect. She has an overpowering curiosity, and she is always eager to be on her paws, though as she ages she lands herself in mischief less and less.
Skydapple likes to get her way, and can get loud and snarky when this doesn't happen. However, she understands and accepts that this won't always happen, and when she thinks this is the case she won't say a thing. She is bound by the warrior code and regards RiverClan's safety from the other Clans as her first priority. She is bold and adventurous, and often exaggerates things she's done--catching a leaf often turns into defeating a fox single-pawed when she's talking about it. Her attention span is relatively short, and she can change moods very suddenly. Skydapple likes her family well enough, though she feels that Bearshine is rather dull.
» HISTORY: Dapplekit was born to Sootypelt and Bayshine, two ShadowClan cats. Their love for each other created Dapplekit and her brother, Brushkit. She was born without difficulty, but her first brother was stillborn. Of course, she wasn't fazed by the passing since she was too young to understand. As a young kitten, her history had been made up of naps, suckling, and the usual visits of her sire, Bayshine, and maternal half-sibling, Sagepelt. As soon as she was old enough, she began to talk and explore, and constantly looked for trouble.
At 6 moons of age, Dapplekit became Dapplepaw. She was thrilled to be an apprentice and eagerly awaited all the training ahead of her. Soon after she became an apprentice, her father died, causing her mild sadness but not piles of sorrow. Her mother died as well, later than Bayshine, making her more sad than she had been when her father died--but she'd just viewed Sootypelt as the cat whose sole purpose in life was to serve as mother to her and Bearpaw, so she wasn't too disheartened by the unfortunate event.
Dapplepaw became a warrior with the name Skydapple at eleven moons of age, and Bearpaw became Bearshine.
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» YOUR ALIAS: CheshireCat
» ROLE-PLAYING EXPERIENCE: 4 and a half years
» WHERE YOU FOUND US: CoSC
» OTHER CATS: Duskstar of ShadowClan
» ROLE-PLAY EXAMPLE:
A small brownish green frog hopped along the stream, pausing every now and then to regain balance. Noticing a small insect, the frog busied itself by hunting the gnat, not realizing that it in turn was being hunted. The shaggy cream tabby stalked slowly but surely through the reeds that sparsely decorated the riverbank. Step by step, the large cat padded closer and closer to the unsuspecting frog who was now perched upon a small stone in order to increase its chances of catching its prey. The tabby froze, now within pouncing range of the amphibian, and tensed his muscles, tail low to the ground.
For a moment, the forest seemed almost perfectly silent, as if in anticipation for the doom that would befall the unlucky frog, then he pounced. In one swift bound, the large cream tabby launched himself into the air, paws outstretched and claws unsheathed, and hooked his claws into the slippery skin of the frog. The frog, in a state of shock and confusion, attempted to leap away from it's attacker, but it was already too late. The shaggy feline leaned down and bit the neck of the struggling critter.
Lionheart picked up the now dead frog and held his head high in the air. He was in good shape for a cat his age, considering a almost mortal injury had made him retire from deputy duty long ago. Lionheart dug a small hole in the ground. Hunting was a great way to keep himself in tip top shape, so he might as well continue doing just that.
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