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Post by [ B a d . F a i t h ] on Oct 1, 2005 14:04:50 GMT -5
Name: Jadestream
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Male
Pic:
Description: Short, midnight-black fur lines the cat’s body. Jadestream has broad shoulders, and a strong jaw, as well as piercing green eyes. Long, and slender, the tom is quite strong. (I can’t do a description for him...*sighs*) Just look at his picture!
Personality: Jadestream is gay. Not just in the way he acts, which he does act very gay, but the tom is attracted to other toms. He loves to joke around, and doesn’t like to fight as many other toms do. Of course he always can enjoy a good brawl, he just doesn’t feel like going out of his way to fight in one, and or cause one. Jadestream doesn’t feel bad about his whole...”gayness”. He doesn’t let anyone bother him either. He’ll just come back at them that they haven’t the experiences he has. And that they shouldn’t talk until they have witnessed what greatness he has. But, another weird thing about Jadestream – despite being gay – he has a bit of a schizophrenic in him. He imagines – because they do only exist within his own mind – two lesbian she-cats continuously cause him to doubt and question himself, going over everything twice over in his head before he’s sure he’s doing It right. These two cats are Mephitis – a stunning black she-cat with blooded-red eyes – and Virago – a lithe and lean dark tortishell she-cat with midnight-blue eyes. Mephitis hates him openly, insulting him and telling him that he’s a freak of nature, mainly because he’d never met another gay cat. Virago however, hates him just as much as Mephitis, but pities him because both her and Mephitis hate him, and tries to make him feel better, or at least get Mephitis off his back. He hates Virago the most, because he doesn’t want her pity for him. He’s not insane. Just misguided.
History: Jadestream was born into WindClan, by the parents of Birchflower – a small-framed brown tabby – and Jadestorm – a dark gray tom with bright green eyes. He had two siblings; Sweetkit – a pure-white she-kit – and Brokenkit – a black and white tom-kit. His father hoped to have him named something to the same extent of what he had, since he looked the most like he did. But as an apprentice, playing with his fellow apprentices, Jadestream found that his gaze kept returning to watching the males scuffle in the dirt, instead of the she-cats, preening in the shade. At first, he tried Both his father and mother were horrified by what they now saw in him, and drove him out of the clan themselves. He stayed along for a long time. About three moons, completely by himself without any other cats to be around. He was afraid that they would kill him. In the process, out of just needing someone to talk to, Jadestream began speaking to himself. And this is where Mephitis and Virago came in. They had originally been there to explain why he was gay. Two she-cats that loved each other more than they had ever loved a tom, and thus, why he had been gay. But he knew that it could never have happened in such a way, so he just ended up hating them for what they had. In the end, the began to hate him as much as he hated them. Jadestream found his way to RiverClan, where he was accepted by the leader. The tom proved himself, and even the leader had figured out about him. Thus, naming him Jadestream. Now, Mephitis and Virago only pop up when things go completely bad for him, or if he’s seriously questioning himself.
RP Example: Dark shadows crept around the tom, and green eyes flashed in the dark. He shook his head, pulling his tail around him as he padded into the briar patch. That stupid vole had gotten away from him, and he wasn’t about to let it go now. The snag in his tail was harsh and he nearly wanted to yelp with the effort to stay crouched. “Bloody thorns,” he muttered softly to himself, shaking his head. “Now my fur is going to have snag lines.” Pulling himself out of the bush, he leaned back to lick at the fur, before his green eyes caught something. He grinned maliciously and propelled himself forward, hindlegs working like a jackrabbit’s. Teeth clipped the squirrel’s scruff, and it scrambled to get way. But the tom spun, body sliding in front of the mammal’s progress, and decidedly sunk his teeth into it, shaking his head ever so slightly to enjoy the taste of the kill, and to ensure it’s demise. Grinning through fur, he got up, gave himself a rough shake, and then padded back in direction of the farm, and WindClan. Hunting in rogue territory was fun...
Secret Word: *taken out*
Other: Katie SAID I COULD MAKE HIM!
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Age: 14 moons
Gender: Male
Pic:
Description: Short, midnight-black fur lines the cat’s body. Jadestream has broad shoulders, and a strong jaw, as well as piercing green eyes. Long, and slender, the tom is quite strong. (I can’t do a description for him...*sighs*) Just look at his picture!
Personality: Jadestream is gay. Not just in the way he acts, which he does act very gay, but the tom is attracted to other toms. He loves to joke around, and doesn’t like to fight as many other toms do. Of course he always can enjoy a good brawl, he just doesn’t feel like going out of his way to fight in one, and or cause one. Jadestream doesn’t feel bad about his whole...”gayness”. He doesn’t let anyone bother him either. He’ll just come back at them that they haven’t the experiences he has. And that they shouldn’t talk until they have witnessed what greatness he has. But, another weird thing about Jadestream – despite being gay – he has a bit of a schizophrenic in him. He imagines – because they do only exist within his own mind – two lesbian she-cats continuously cause him to doubt and question himself, going over everything twice over in his head before he’s sure he’s doing It right. These two cats are Mephitis – a stunning black she-cat with blooded-red eyes – and Virago – a lithe and lean dark tortishell she-cat with midnight-blue eyes. Mephitis hates him openly, insulting him and telling him that he’s a freak of nature, mainly because he’d never met another gay cat. Virago however, hates him just as much as Mephitis, but pities him because both her and Mephitis hate him, and tries to make him feel better, or at least get Mephitis off his back. He hates Virago the most, because he doesn’t want her pity for him. He’s not insane. Just misguided.
History: Jadestream was born into WindClan, by the parents of Birchflower – a small-framed brown tabby – and Jadestorm – a dark gray tom with bright green eyes. He had two siblings; Sweetkit – a pure-white she-kit – and Brokenkit – a black and white tom-kit. His father hoped to have him named something to the same extent of what he had, since he looked the most like he did. But as an apprentice, playing with his fellow apprentices, Jadestream found that his gaze kept returning to watching the males scuffle in the dirt, instead of the she-cats, preening in the shade. At first, he tried Both his father and mother were horrified by what they now saw in him, and drove him out of the clan themselves. He stayed along for a long time. About three moons, completely by himself without any other cats to be around. He was afraid that they would kill him. In the process, out of just needing someone to talk to, Jadestream began speaking to himself. And this is where Mephitis and Virago came in. They had originally been there to explain why he was gay. Two she-cats that loved each other more than they had ever loved a tom, and thus, why he had been gay. But he knew that it could never have happened in such a way, so he just ended up hating them for what they had. In the end, the began to hate him as much as he hated them. Jadestream found his way to RiverClan, where he was accepted by the leader. The tom proved himself, and even the leader had figured out about him. Thus, naming him Jadestream. Now, Mephitis and Virago only pop up when things go completely bad for him, or if he’s seriously questioning himself.
RP Example: Dark shadows crept around the tom, and green eyes flashed in the dark. He shook his head, pulling his tail around him as he padded into the briar patch. That stupid vole had gotten away from him, and he wasn’t about to let it go now. The snag in his tail was harsh and he nearly wanted to yelp with the effort to stay crouched. “Bloody thorns,” he muttered softly to himself, shaking his head. “Now my fur is going to have snag lines.” Pulling himself out of the bush, he leaned back to lick at the fur, before his green eyes caught something. He grinned maliciously and propelled himself forward, hindlegs working like a jackrabbit’s. Teeth clipped the squirrel’s scruff, and it scrambled to get way. But the tom spun, body sliding in front of the mammal’s progress, and decidedly sunk his teeth into it, shaking his head ever so slightly to enjoy the taste of the kill, and to ensure it’s demise. Grinning through fur, he got up, gave himself a rough shake, and then padded back in direction of the farm, and WindClan. Hunting in rogue territory was fun...
Secret Word: *taken out*
Other: Katie SAID I COULD MAKE HIM!
