Post by Snowfeather on Jan 10, 2010 14:22:54 GMT -8
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Name: Snowfeather
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Medicine cat
Description:A lanky she-cat, she isn't very muscular. Though she is lean and swift. She had long white fur, which she tries and keep as clean as possible. Her blue eyes are interested, and wide at most time.
Personality: she is very caring, the stereotypical for her job. She loves kits, and is resentful that she can't have any. She tends to be a bit hyper, though that might just be because her age. She slightly panics in a crisis- not freaking out, just being a bit scatter brained- which sometimes isn't the best characteristic. She can also get snappy if she is faced with a problem.
History: She was born in the Fireclan nursery, one of three, to Cloudsun, and Callingheart. She has a sister named Brightkit, and a brother named Treekit. They grew up the closest; her brothers always protected her and her sister, and the two sisters became especially close. Both of the sisters wanted to become medicine cat apprentices, but both knew that only one could be. This caused tension the last moon before apprenticeship, and both tried and prove they were better than the other.
Apprentice time came, and the three siblings got up there. Anxious, Snowkit scratched at the ground nervously. Treekit got called first, and became a warrior apprentice, becoming Treepaw. The two sisters stood side by side, each wishing for the best. And as Brightkit was called, she walked up excitedly: only to become a normal apprentice. Glaring at her sister, she walked off, and Snowkit soon became medicine cat apprentice to Fallingblossom.
After the ceremony, she came up to her sister, who blatantly ignored her. Heart-broken, Snowpaw soon retreated to her new den,and slept all alone. The next day, she started training. She trained hard and strong, making sure to remember everything. She didn't want to be useless.
She soon cornered her sister into talking,and it got rather ugly. The two fought, and it soon came to blows. But Treepaw was able to separate them, and started yelling at them. They both stalked off, and he was left all alone. Snowpaw turned to just her work, family left for this time. She would become the best ever. She worked and worked.
One day, while out collecting herbs all alone, she encountered her sister hunting. Brightpaw lunged at her, giving her a pretty nasty scar. She might have finished it off, if Snowpaw hadn't begged her to stop. Trying to make her sister stop, she told Brightpaw all about their earlier days: how happy they were together, the fun. Brightpaw snarled beck that she didn't care, and was about to attack again, when Snowpaw finally said what made her stop: if her sister continued to hurt her, she would tell the clan about her sisters forbidden relationship with the other clan. Her sister froze up, and backed away. Her eyes were hollow, except for the anger that filled them. She told Snowpaw that she would leave her alone, but that never again would they be close. Never. She soon turned, and ran away. Heart broken, Snowpaw stared after her, before returning to camp. Brightpaw was there, and they ignored each other, walking by without even a curt nod. She treated her own wounds, and acted as if nothing had happened.
She soon went collecting herbs with her mentor, the whole time expecting her sister to come out again. While she was fetching something, she heard a cry. Running, she found her mentor, laying in a pool of her own blood,a red tail disappearing into the bushes. Hissing, she ran after the retreating warrior, and recognized the pelt: it was her sisters mate. Not attacking, knowing she'd lose, she dragged her mentor as gently as possible back. Carrying her into camp, eyes full of sadness, she placed her down.
When bombarded with questions, she blamed it on the tom, and noticed her sisters fur bristle. The leader sent out patrols to the other clan, and Snowpaw mourned her medicine cat. In the middle of the vigil, Brightpaw confronted her, and asked her if it was true. When Snowpaw stuck to her story, Brightpaw called her a liar, and walked off. Not even comforting her sister. Snowpaw was soon made into a full medicine cat, with the name of Snowfeather.
She has only been a medicine cat for a moon, and is still to go to her first Gathering; she had to stay at camp the last one, because of a sick warrior. Her siblings had been made into warriors just a couple days after her, and she still isn't speaking with her sister. Maybe that's for the best. She wanted to keep her ears. She is still pretty close with her brother, and talks to him occasionally.
Roleplay Example:
Snowpaw stood by her mentor, staring down at her with big wide eyes. Blood stuck to her fur, but she didn't care. It wasn't important in a time like this. Her mentor was dead, and that's all that mattered to her. The one who had taught her everything was gone. What was going to happen to her now? Would she be trained by the others, or become one? What should she do? Her blue eyes were filled with hurt, and she laid down, pressing her nose into her dead mentors soaked fur, and shut her eyes. She'd stay and do her vigil.
She was brought back to the real world, and out of her mourning by a voice saying her name. She opened her eyes wearily, and stood, turning around. She knew that voice well enough. It was the voice that had giggled her name when they were small, that had snarled at her more recently, and that had been first a comfort, and then a pain.
“What do you want, Brighttalon?” She asked, voice filled with venom. She was tired, upset, and not in the mood to get yelled at.
~~
After her sister had stalked off, after a few choice words, she laid her head down. She was sure it had been him. She wasn't blind: she knew him well by now. And it had been her sisters mate. What right did Brighttalon have to yell at her? What had Snowfeather done wrong? Nothing. Yet her sister had blamed it on her. She cared more about her mate from a different clan, than about her own clans medicine cat. Snowfeather turned back to her mentor, and nuzzled her fur. She'd finish her vigil now. She wasn't going to quit this.
Secret Word: Please Don't Smile
Other: Is it possible for her to have a forbidden relationship? Between her and a tom in another clan? Because this would add something for her and her sister. So, I think I'm going to need someone to play her sister. I plan to put it in the adoption link, once I'm done with this. It also would be great if someone could play her sisters forbidden mate, but not needed. With him, I'm not picky. Just any clan but Fireclan. Hope my profile is good, and that I can start playing soon!
Name: Snowfeather
Gender: Female
Age: 18 moons
Clan: Fireclan
Rank: Medicine cat
Description:A lanky she-cat, she isn't very muscular. Though she is lean and swift. She had long white fur, which she tries and keep as clean as possible. Her blue eyes are interested, and wide at most time.
Personality: she is very caring, the stereotypical for her job. She loves kits, and is resentful that she can't have any. She tends to be a bit hyper, though that might just be because her age. She slightly panics in a crisis- not freaking out, just being a bit scatter brained- which sometimes isn't the best characteristic. She can also get snappy if she is faced with a problem.
History: She was born in the Fireclan nursery, one of three, to Cloudsun, and Callingheart. She has a sister named Brightkit, and a brother named Treekit. They grew up the closest; her brothers always protected her and her sister, and the two sisters became especially close. Both of the sisters wanted to become medicine cat apprentices, but both knew that only one could be. This caused tension the last moon before apprenticeship, and both tried and prove they were better than the other.
Apprentice time came, and the three siblings got up there. Anxious, Snowkit scratched at the ground nervously. Treekit got called first, and became a warrior apprentice, becoming Treepaw. The two sisters stood side by side, each wishing for the best. And as Brightkit was called, she walked up excitedly: only to become a normal apprentice. Glaring at her sister, she walked off, and Snowkit soon became medicine cat apprentice to Fallingblossom.
After the ceremony, she came up to her sister, who blatantly ignored her. Heart-broken, Snowpaw soon retreated to her new den,and slept all alone. The next day, she started training. She trained hard and strong, making sure to remember everything. She didn't want to be useless.
She soon cornered her sister into talking,and it got rather ugly. The two fought, and it soon came to blows. But Treepaw was able to separate them, and started yelling at them. They both stalked off, and he was left all alone. Snowpaw turned to just her work, family left for this time. She would become the best ever. She worked and worked.
One day, while out collecting herbs all alone, she encountered her sister hunting. Brightpaw lunged at her, giving her a pretty nasty scar. She might have finished it off, if Snowpaw hadn't begged her to stop. Trying to make her sister stop, she told Brightpaw all about their earlier days: how happy they were together, the fun. Brightpaw snarled beck that she didn't care, and was about to attack again, when Snowpaw finally said what made her stop: if her sister continued to hurt her, she would tell the clan about her sisters forbidden relationship with the other clan. Her sister froze up, and backed away. Her eyes were hollow, except for the anger that filled them. She told Snowpaw that she would leave her alone, but that never again would they be close. Never. She soon turned, and ran away. Heart broken, Snowpaw stared after her, before returning to camp. Brightpaw was there, and they ignored each other, walking by without even a curt nod. She treated her own wounds, and acted as if nothing had happened.
She soon went collecting herbs with her mentor, the whole time expecting her sister to come out again. While she was fetching something, she heard a cry. Running, she found her mentor, laying in a pool of her own blood,a red tail disappearing into the bushes. Hissing, she ran after the retreating warrior, and recognized the pelt: it was her sisters mate. Not attacking, knowing she'd lose, she dragged her mentor as gently as possible back. Carrying her into camp, eyes full of sadness, she placed her down.
When bombarded with questions, she blamed it on the tom, and noticed her sisters fur bristle. The leader sent out patrols to the other clan, and Snowpaw mourned her medicine cat. In the middle of the vigil, Brightpaw confronted her, and asked her if it was true. When Snowpaw stuck to her story, Brightpaw called her a liar, and walked off. Not even comforting her sister. Snowpaw was soon made into a full medicine cat, with the name of Snowfeather.
She has only been a medicine cat for a moon, and is still to go to her first Gathering; she had to stay at camp the last one, because of a sick warrior. Her siblings had been made into warriors just a couple days after her, and she still isn't speaking with her sister. Maybe that's for the best. She wanted to keep her ears. She is still pretty close with her brother, and talks to him occasionally.
Roleplay Example:
Snowpaw stood by her mentor, staring down at her with big wide eyes. Blood stuck to her fur, but she didn't care. It wasn't important in a time like this. Her mentor was dead, and that's all that mattered to her. The one who had taught her everything was gone. What was going to happen to her now? Would she be trained by the others, or become one? What should she do? Her blue eyes were filled with hurt, and she laid down, pressing her nose into her dead mentors soaked fur, and shut her eyes. She'd stay and do her vigil.
She was brought back to the real world, and out of her mourning by a voice saying her name. She opened her eyes wearily, and stood, turning around. She knew that voice well enough. It was the voice that had giggled her name when they were small, that had snarled at her more recently, and that had been first a comfort, and then a pain.
“What do you want, Brighttalon?” She asked, voice filled with venom. She was tired, upset, and not in the mood to get yelled at.
~~
After her sister had stalked off, after a few choice words, she laid her head down. She was sure it had been him. She wasn't blind: she knew him well by now. And it had been her sisters mate. What right did Brighttalon have to yell at her? What had Snowfeather done wrong? Nothing. Yet her sister had blamed it on her. She cared more about her mate from a different clan, than about her own clans medicine cat. Snowfeather turned back to her mentor, and nuzzled her fur. She'd finish her vigil now. She wasn't going to quit this.
Secret Word: Please Don't Smile
Other: Is it possible for her to have a forbidden relationship? Between her and a tom in another clan? Because this would add something for her and her sister. So, I think I'm going to need someone to play her sister. I plan to put it in the adoption link, once I'm done with this. It also would be great if someone could play her sisters forbidden mate, but not needed. With him, I'm not picky. Just any clan but Fireclan. Hope my profile is good, and that I can start playing soon!
