Post by hedgie on Aug 9, 2010 13:09:33 GMT -5
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Name: Duskpaw
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 11 Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor:Stonewhisker
Love Interest: OH YOU KNOW I-Not yet.
Kin:
Parents:
Owlfur--Mother, NPC
Grayclaw--Father, NPC
Description:
In build, this pretty little she-cat is just that; small. Duskpaw is slim, with long, thin legs tipped off with small paws. Her ears are large and triangular, with barely rounded tips. Her face is angular, barely rounded. She looks a bit sharp and snappy, but appearances don't mean everything. Duskpaw's tail, like lot of her features, in long, thin and kind of whip like. Her eyes are large, round and expressive. Beneath them, perched upon her muzzle, are short-ish gray whiskers surrounding a black-gray nose. If there is one thing about her appearance that bothers this she-cat is the slight underbite she has, where two of her bottom teeth poke out just a little bit. It's only the tips, and you can barely tell, but they still embarass her. She knows they're there.
Duskpaw's name is very fitting. Dusk is synonymous with dark, and there is no doubt that is what she is. Duskpaw's body is blanketed in a dark gray pelt, short and close to her body. There is no end to the color, no splotches of white or tabby stripes to break things up. Just a solid coat of gray. Her tail, though, has a few faint rings upon it, and her paws sometimes seem paler, but it's only a trick of the light. Her round eyes are a bright, gleaming gold that stands out against her darker pelt.
Personality:
~Energetic, Playful, Social, Curious, over-confident, Has a strange sense of adventure, trouble-maker, Doesn't take things seriously~
Everyone, watch out!
The ball of energy the world's been waiting for has finally arrived!
Duskpaw is one of those cats who never seems to stop moving. Ever. She can't even stay still in her sleep. There's just do much to do and so much that she could miss if she isn't there to see it. She's an incredibly social cat, always talking to someone about anything, anytime, no matter the situation. She has friends, yes, but it's a surpirse they can stand to put up with her. Duskpaw likes to well..play. With all that energy, she has to put it somehwere. She'll use it when she's training, but even training is a game to her. You just have to look at things the right way. To put things bluntly, Duskpaw has trouble taking things seriously, which might get her in trouble more than she already is half the time. As mentioned before, Duskpaw gets in trouble..a lot. Whether it's because of her bad little habit, or because she went and did something that's "against the rules", it's no strange sight to see her cleaning out the Elder's den again. for what seems like the third time in a week. She really can't help herself. Duskpaw likes to go on on adventures, and if the rules get in her way...she'll just go and break them. She's crossed borders before, she's messed with twolegs and kittypets, and she has fun every time. We all have our flaws, and Duskpaw has a huge one.
She's just...too confident in herself.
She thinks she can do anything, though there's np doubt she can't. No one can. Heck, she probably thinks she can take a badger on by herself, and that's the problem. One of these days she's going to end up injured because she bit off more than she can chew.
Or worse.
History:
Owlfur and Grayclaw had been friends since their time in the nursery.
So yes, a very long time.
They were born almost a moon apart, and being the only kits in the nursery at the time, became instant friends. They stuck together trough everything, and even helped each other out when times got hard. Grayclaw's father died when they were both 6 moons old, about to become apprentices, and Owlkit was there to comfort him the whole time, through every up and down. No one thought they could be any closer, but as they grew up...things became more deep.
Owlfur had barely been a warrior for a moon when she announced she was moving into the nursery.
There was no need to announce the father. Everyone knew, and no one was surprised.
Owlfur wasn't a very big cat, and she didn't seem to put on too much weigh at the pregnancy went on. After a normal gestation period, the pretty little tabby gave birth to a single kit in the middle of the night. One small ball of fur, the spitting image of her father. The she-kit was named Duskkit and from the moment she opened her eyes, the nursery became a disaster zone.
Her eyes had only been open for a half-moon when she first snuck out of camp on still wobbly legs. Needless to say, she didn't get very far. a patrol, just leaving camp, carried her back after about five minutes of her toddling around.
Getting in trouble didn't stop her. She just kept on doing it. There was a world out there, and she wanted to see all of it. Her mother was overjoyed when Dusk-kit finally hit six moons and was handed off to some other cat. Owlfur loved her daughter, but it was time for someone else to take the reigns.
Four moons later, and nothing's really changed.
Other:
Corn Chips for Speech
Gray Fox for Text
Roleplay Example:
The time on the clock reads half past four;
I'm wide awake and thinking
She felt too hyped up to relax, too electrified, much too excited. She'd had a good time with Leo, though short, and she'd gotten Dakota. Xandra couldn't be happier. After that exciting even down in the kitchens, she'd left her boys to their own business, for they had new, more important things to do. She, however, was left with not a thing except for the skittish baby green that has taken a spot on her shoulders, much like a well-trained bird, after that terrifying fish monster had been cut up. Full and relieved of her famished feeling, 'Kota had slumped herself on top of Xandra's left shoulder, her front half hanging with front legs clinging to Xandra's shirt with her back half dangling.
"You silly baby." Xandra cooed, running a finger down the firelizard's neck for it seemed to calm her. "It was only one fish and you're sleepier than most people after a three-course meal. Then again, you are just a baby..aren't you Kota?" Her pet sleepily chirped back, and soon they were safe in Xandra's room. She gently pried Dakota off of her shirt and placed her down on the bed, where she proceeded to curl up into a ball, head half-raised as she watched Xanny putter around the room.
With my pillow on the floor
That maybe I'm just wasting my time dreaming
It was too bad that Leo was busy, and a shame that her brothers were probably off elsewhere. Her only companion at the moment was a half-asleep lizard with a tendency to hide from every living thing that wasn't Xandra. The candidate chuckled at the thought. They had only just been brought together, but Dakota was already making an impact on her life. "I'd be so bored without you, you silly baby. My silly baby." All she got was Dakota was a warm, fuzzy feeling filled with sleepy inklings and pictures of Xandra. She flopped down on the floor and Dakota slowly pulled herself into her lap. "You could've flown to me, silly one. But I guess you're just too tired." An index finger stroked down the green's nose and she was soon out like a dowsed flame, chubby baby-sides rising and falling in a steady rhythm
"If only our boys weren't so busy with their new...wher duties or whatever. We'd be out having a good time right now instead of lying around like a couple of bums." She sighed, pulling out her latest project. The random gray and green strips of soft fabric reminded her of the new addition on her lap. What had been just a random thing to pass the time now had a purpose. She'd need to carry things around for 'Kota. A portable place to hide, something to hold little treats for the firelizard, a place for her to rest that wasn't a shoulder or a head. It would save Xandra a lot of shirts. The one she wore now was pock-marked with small holes left by Dakota's little claws.
'I've got it!" She cheered, rousing the focus of her project from her sleep.
"Oops." She giggled. "Sorry, baby."
Someone probably had caught her cry and Xandra had quite the feeling she wouldn't be alone long.
Let them come.
In a harsh reality
I don't wanna wake up just to find out
I've been deceived...
Lyrics belong to "Let it Roll" by All Time Low
Name: Duskpaw
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 11 Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Apprentice
Mentor:Stonewhisker
Love Interest: OH YOU KNOW I-Not yet.
Kin:
Parents:
Owlfur--Mother, NPC
Grayclaw--Father, NPC
Description:
In build, this pretty little she-cat is just that; small. Duskpaw is slim, with long, thin legs tipped off with small paws. Her ears are large and triangular, with barely rounded tips. Her face is angular, barely rounded. She looks a bit sharp and snappy, but appearances don't mean everything. Duskpaw's tail, like lot of her features, in long, thin and kind of whip like. Her eyes are large, round and expressive. Beneath them, perched upon her muzzle, are short-ish gray whiskers surrounding a black-gray nose. If there is one thing about her appearance that bothers this she-cat is the slight underbite she has, where two of her bottom teeth poke out just a little bit. It's only the tips, and you can barely tell, but they still embarass her. She knows they're there.
Duskpaw's name is very fitting. Dusk is synonymous with dark, and there is no doubt that is what she is. Duskpaw's body is blanketed in a dark gray pelt, short and close to her body. There is no end to the color, no splotches of white or tabby stripes to break things up. Just a solid coat of gray. Her tail, though, has a few faint rings upon it, and her paws sometimes seem paler, but it's only a trick of the light. Her round eyes are a bright, gleaming gold that stands out against her darker pelt.
Personality:
~Energetic, Playful, Social, Curious, over-confident, Has a strange sense of adventure, trouble-maker, Doesn't take things seriously~
Everyone, watch out!
The ball of energy the world's been waiting for has finally arrived!
Duskpaw is one of those cats who never seems to stop moving. Ever. She can't even stay still in her sleep. There's just do much to do and so much that she could miss if she isn't there to see it. She's an incredibly social cat, always talking to someone about anything, anytime, no matter the situation. She has friends, yes, but it's a surpirse they can stand to put up with her. Duskpaw likes to well..play. With all that energy, she has to put it somehwere. She'll use it when she's training, but even training is a game to her. You just have to look at things the right way. To put things bluntly, Duskpaw has trouble taking things seriously, which might get her in trouble more than she already is half the time. As mentioned before, Duskpaw gets in trouble..a lot. Whether it's because of her bad little habit, or because she went and did something that's "against the rules", it's no strange sight to see her cleaning out the Elder's den again. for what seems like the third time in a week. She really can't help herself. Duskpaw likes to go on on adventures, and if the rules get in her way...she'll just go and break them. She's crossed borders before, she's messed with twolegs and kittypets, and she has fun every time. We all have our flaws, and Duskpaw has a huge one.
She's just...too confident in herself.
She thinks she can do anything, though there's np doubt she can't. No one can. Heck, she probably thinks she can take a badger on by herself, and that's the problem. One of these days she's going to end up injured because she bit off more than she can chew.
Or worse.
History:
Owlfur and Grayclaw had been friends since their time in the nursery.
So yes, a very long time.
They were born almost a moon apart, and being the only kits in the nursery at the time, became instant friends. They stuck together trough everything, and even helped each other out when times got hard. Grayclaw's father died when they were both 6 moons old, about to become apprentices, and Owlkit was there to comfort him the whole time, through every up and down. No one thought they could be any closer, but as they grew up...things became more deep.
Owlfur had barely been a warrior for a moon when she announced she was moving into the nursery.
There was no need to announce the father. Everyone knew, and no one was surprised.
Owlfur wasn't a very big cat, and she didn't seem to put on too much weigh at the pregnancy went on. After a normal gestation period, the pretty little tabby gave birth to a single kit in the middle of the night. One small ball of fur, the spitting image of her father. The she-kit was named Duskkit and from the moment she opened her eyes, the nursery became a disaster zone.
Her eyes had only been open for a half-moon when she first snuck out of camp on still wobbly legs. Needless to say, she didn't get very far. a patrol, just leaving camp, carried her back after about five minutes of her toddling around.
Getting in trouble didn't stop her. She just kept on doing it. There was a world out there, and she wanted to see all of it. Her mother was overjoyed when Dusk-kit finally hit six moons and was handed off to some other cat. Owlfur loved her daughter, but it was time for someone else to take the reigns.
Four moons later, and nothing's really changed.
Other:
Corn Chips for Speech
Gray Fox for Text
Roleplay Example:
The time on the clock reads half past four;
I'm wide awake and thinking
She felt too hyped up to relax, too electrified, much too excited. She'd had a good time with Leo, though short, and she'd gotten Dakota. Xandra couldn't be happier. After that exciting even down in the kitchens, she'd left her boys to their own business, for they had new, more important things to do. She, however, was left with not a thing except for the skittish baby green that has taken a spot on her shoulders, much like a well-trained bird, after that terrifying fish monster had been cut up. Full and relieved of her famished feeling, 'Kota had slumped herself on top of Xandra's left shoulder, her front half hanging with front legs clinging to Xandra's shirt with her back half dangling.
"You silly baby." Xandra cooed, running a finger down the firelizard's neck for it seemed to calm her. "It was only one fish and you're sleepier than most people after a three-course meal. Then again, you are just a baby..aren't you Kota?" Her pet sleepily chirped back, and soon they were safe in Xandra's room. She gently pried Dakota off of her shirt and placed her down on the bed, where she proceeded to curl up into a ball, head half-raised as she watched Xanny putter around the room.
With my pillow on the floor
That maybe I'm just wasting my time dreaming
It was too bad that Leo was busy, and a shame that her brothers were probably off elsewhere. Her only companion at the moment was a half-asleep lizard with a tendency to hide from every living thing that wasn't Xandra. The candidate chuckled at the thought. They had only just been brought together, but Dakota was already making an impact on her life. "I'd be so bored without you, you silly baby. My silly baby." All she got was Dakota was a warm, fuzzy feeling filled with sleepy inklings and pictures of Xandra. She flopped down on the floor and Dakota slowly pulled herself into her lap. "You could've flown to me, silly one. But I guess you're just too tired." An index finger stroked down the green's nose and she was soon out like a dowsed flame, chubby baby-sides rising and falling in a steady rhythm
"If only our boys weren't so busy with their new...wher duties or whatever. We'd be out having a good time right now instead of lying around like a couple of bums." She sighed, pulling out her latest project. The random gray and green strips of soft fabric reminded her of the new addition on her lap. What had been just a random thing to pass the time now had a purpose. She'd need to carry things around for 'Kota. A portable place to hide, something to hold little treats for the firelizard, a place for her to rest that wasn't a shoulder or a head. It would save Xandra a lot of shirts. The one she wore now was pock-marked with small holes left by Dakota's little claws.
'I've got it!" She cheered, rousing the focus of her project from her sleep.
"Oops." She giggled. "Sorry, baby."
Someone probably had caught her cry and Xandra had quite the feeling she wouldn't be alone long.
Let them come.
In a harsh reality
I don't wanna wake up just to find out
I've been deceived...
Lyrics belong to "Let it Roll" by All Time Low
