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Post by [ B a d . F a i t h ] on Oct 1, 2005 14:23:29 GMT -5
Name: Shatteredhope
Rank: MedicineCat
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pic:
Description: A stunningly gorgeous, long-haired she-cat. Her features are soft and gentle, with a fair face that seems to always hold a faint smile, no matter how harsh times may get. Her colors are light-gray with the touches of black gliding through it, and swirls of a light gingery-tan color – almost cinnamon-like – poking through with such subtleness that it appears to disappear and then reappear. Her tail and back holds the same colorful pattern, while a majority of her chest is white. Her paws and a bit of her face is also white. Her upper lip is white too, and she has a patch on her belly that is, you guessed it, white. She has stunning light orange eyes with touches of blue and yellow to it, causing it’s color to morph in an everlasting color of ash-gray and cinder-like tones.
Personality: Generally gentle and compassionate. She has a talent for seeing the good in the blackest of souls. She - if she puts her mind to it - can get anyone to confess anything. She shows compassion when no other cat would, and is rarely angry, for it takes a lot to irritate her. She doesn't really like the cats who think they are good at everything, because they are not, no one is good at everything. She loves kits and caring for the elders. She can manage grief well, usually holding it inside. She can find a solution to any problem, and has an excellent sense of smell and hearing. She is very intelligent and always thinks before acting.. well.. most of the time. She is a promising apprentice and is keen to learning.
History: Her past is a vague subject, she honestly cannot remember much. She does know, however, that she was born a loner. Her parents and family were destroyed in a fire that she cannot remember. She was the only survivor. It is a very sad subject to her, and her heart is virtually shattered because of what happened.
One day, she was found by a lynx in a hole that her parents had dropped her in before they were destroyed. The lynx raised her, but she, too, was killed. She lived on her own from then on. one day, she stumbled upon a territory where she had never been - ShadowClan , though she does not yet know that that is where she was. She was attacked and left to die. But they did not break her skin, no, they stunned her with sheathed paws and left her for crowfood. The only lace the skin did break was a slit on her chest. Luckily, it did not scar and her soft fur grew over it. It was a cat from WindClan who found her laying there, nearly dead. He brought her to his camp, and that is where she now lives.
RP Example: The lands were cast in shadow; a cloud had passed over the only source of light she had to go by - the moon. Her orange eyes widened and she spread her whiskers. They brushed branches and twigs, saving her from bumping into a tree. She heard the scuttling and could smell the vole. She crouched. It was right in front of her, she had pinpointed it. There was no cover for either of them. She could only pray that the moon did not reappear. But, it was just her luck, it did. The vole saw her and gave a shrill cry, scuttling away. She pounced, claws grazing it's back. She swatted it, keeping it in place as she snapped its neck. She grabbed it in her jaws, thanking StarClan for the food her clan now desperately needed, and trotted home.
Secret Word: taken out
Rank: MedicineCat
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pic:
Description: A stunningly gorgeous, long-haired she-cat. Her features are soft and gentle, with a fair face that seems to always hold a faint smile, no matter how harsh times may get. Her colors are light-gray with the touches of black gliding through it, and swirls of a light gingery-tan color – almost cinnamon-like – poking through with such subtleness that it appears to disappear and then reappear. Her tail and back holds the same colorful pattern, while a majority of her chest is white. Her paws and a bit of her face is also white. Her upper lip is white too, and she has a patch on her belly that is, you guessed it, white. She has stunning light orange eyes with touches of blue and yellow to it, causing it’s color to morph in an everlasting color of ash-gray and cinder-like tones.
Personality: Generally gentle and compassionate. She has a talent for seeing the good in the blackest of souls. She - if she puts her mind to it - can get anyone to confess anything. She shows compassion when no other cat would, and is rarely angry, for it takes a lot to irritate her. She doesn't really like the cats who think they are good at everything, because they are not, no one is good at everything. She loves kits and caring for the elders. She can manage grief well, usually holding it inside. She can find a solution to any problem, and has an excellent sense of smell and hearing. She is very intelligent and always thinks before acting.. well.. most of the time. She is a promising apprentice and is keen to learning.
History: Her past is a vague subject, she honestly cannot remember much. She does know, however, that she was born a loner. Her parents and family were destroyed in a fire that she cannot remember. She was the only survivor. It is a very sad subject to her, and her heart is virtually shattered because of what happened.
One day, she was found by a lynx in a hole that her parents had dropped her in before they were destroyed. The lynx raised her, but she, too, was killed. She lived on her own from then on. one day, she stumbled upon a territory where she had never been - ShadowClan , though she does not yet know that that is where she was. She was attacked and left to die. But they did not break her skin, no, they stunned her with sheathed paws and left her for crowfood. The only lace the skin did break was a slit on her chest. Luckily, it did not scar and her soft fur grew over it. It was a cat from WindClan who found her laying there, nearly dead. He brought her to his camp, and that is where she now lives.
RP Example: The lands were cast in shadow; a cloud had passed over the only source of light she had to go by - the moon. Her orange eyes widened and she spread her whiskers. They brushed branches and twigs, saving her from bumping into a tree. She heard the scuttling and could smell the vole. She crouched. It was right in front of her, she had pinpointed it. There was no cover for either of them. She could only pray that the moon did not reappear. But, it was just her luck, it did. The vole saw her and gave a shrill cry, scuttling away. She pounced, claws grazing it's back. She swatted it, keeping it in place as she snapped its neck. She grabbed it in her jaws, thanking StarClan for the food her clan now desperately needed, and trotted home.
Secret Word: taken out
