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Post by {.dancer.} on Jun 22, 2008 20:15:00 GMT -6
Name: Skylark Gender: She-kitty Age: 37 Moons Rank: Warrior Clan: HillClan
Physical Description: Her fur is light brown, with darker spots. Her legs, tail, and face are marked by stripes, while her paws are unmarked, except for a slight variation in color. She is of an average size, but is sleek and beautiful. She knows that she's pretty, too, and carries herself with pride. Her eyes are a pretty sky blue, darkening slightly towards the pupil.
Personality: She acts somewhat distant, calm and collected. Sometimes, it seems like she lives in her own world, where only she exists. She rarely shows a soft side, almost always displaying her calmer side. She can be shaken, though, but only the most traumatic things make her break from her normal shell. She likes to know, most of all. Her desire is to learn, and to know. She listens to elders' tales whenever she has a spare moment, learns from other warriors, from queens, from leaders, from deputies- she'll even talk to kits and apprentices to see if they have any knowledge to spare. This is her hobby, though, if asked, will claim it's her calling.
History: Skylark was born in HillClan. She had a brother and a sister, and had the most ordinary, unremarkable kithood you'd ever heard of. Her name came from her sky blue eyes. Her apprenticeship started at the ordinary time. She discovered then that she loved knowing things. And so her quest for knowledge began. She almost wished her apprenticeship would never end. But, of course, it came to a close eventually. She now had a warrior name, but more than that, she wanted to know. Then, she found out that she could still seek knowledge as a warrior, and still complete all of her warrior duties. So now, she divides her time between seeking knowledge and doing her warrior duties.
In Character (IC): Knowledge was her calling. She didn't want to be a warrior. She wanted to be an apprentice, and learn forever. But her mentor kept on talking about how she was going to be a warrior soon, and that she would be a great warrior. "But I don't want to be a warrior," she had replied once. Her mentor had frowned. "What else would you be?" Skypaw rested her head on her paws. Her destiny seemed innevitable- she would be a warrior. Oh, well, she thought. Better learn as much as I can, know. And off Skypaw went to the elders.
Other: ...Prolly not. Also... she's a sacrifical cat.
Name: Eagle-eyes Gender: Tom Age: 37 Moons Rank: Warrior Clan: HillClan
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Physical Description: He's a brown tabby. His "base" fur is lighter than the stripes, which are fairly thick (they almost cover his "base" fur). He has white markings on his muzzle, chest, and toes (only toes on his front paws and one back paw, because the other back foot is entirely white). His face has some fur that is lighter than the rest of his body, a brown that's almost tan in color. His eyes are yellow, and he has sharp vision- like an eagle's. He is the biggest of his litter, standing taller than Skylark and Robinflight.
Personality: He is the most serious of his litter. He has some of the calm coolness like Skylark does, but his seriousness is deeper than that. He seems to never really express emotions. Despite his cool surface, he is a warm, caring cat. He likes to be with other cats- he'd be less serious and more social if he wasn't shy. His fear of saying something stupid keeps him from having as many friends as he would like, so he ended up being the serious one.
History: Eagle-eyes had a slightly more interesting kithood than his sisters. He was named for his fur, which reminded his mother vaguely of an eagle if you squinted, and tilted your head a little. He was a little more outgoing then- back when he was a kit, he wasn't so concerned about looking stupid or messing up. He lost that carefree-ness when he got his apprentice name of Eaglepaw. His apprenticeship passed, and he became a warrior, gaining his name from his sharp vision. And thus he became the warrior that he is.
In Character (IC): Eagle-eyes was always watching. He tried not to, but he just kept one eye watching for danger. For any threat. It was annoying, sometimes. Always trying to keep an eye on everything. Despite that, he kept on watching.
Other: As with Skylark and Robinflight, prolly not. He's also a sacrifical kitty.
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Post by {.dancer.} on Jun 22, 2008 20:16:41 GMT -6
O.o
The posting thing messed up. That was supposed to be three cats, not two. I'll post Robinflight's in a different post, then...
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Post by {.dancer.} on Jun 22, 2008 20:17:56 GMT -6
Name: Robinflight Gender: She-cat Age: 37 Moons Rank: Warrior Clan: HillClan
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Physical Description: She is a ginger tabby, with lighter "base" fur and slightly darker stripes. She has some cream fur mixed in, but the fur is pretty much invisible unless you look closely. She doesn't have the sleek beauty of her sister, but she has her own type of beauty. She doesn't really care too much about looks, so doesn't act upon it like her sister does.
Personality: She's a jumble of characteristics. She's spastic and funny, but can also be serious. She's kind, but can be rude, and can have strong opinions on people. She can be forgetful about details, but remembers the important stuff. Her personality is the type that you can either tell what she's going to do or you've got no idea what she's up to.
History: Her history is fairly average. Like Skylark, Robinflight had a completely normal kithood. She got her name from her ginger fur. Her apprenticeship was also fairly normal. She trained, learned, had a generally good time. Nothing major happened. She didn't get into any big trouble. She recieved her name of Robinflight at the "usual" time. Robinflight was filled with great enthusiasm, and carried out her warrior duties with a sense of excitement. This excitement remains to the day. She just bounces around, doing what she's supposed to, and enjoying life.
In Character (IC): Robins. Robinpaw crouched in the bracken, her eyes fixed on a robin. The bird pecked the ground, in search of its own food. But the apprentice pounced, and the robin's meal was interrupted. With a nod, Robinpaw announced softly, "A robin for a robin."
Other: She might look for a mate. She's a sacrifical cat, though, so maybe not. I'll see how things go...
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Post by nova on Jul 10, 2008 20:01:16 GMT -6
all three are accepted, lol they're very cool. **Stamps with Purple Acceptance Stamp**
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