Post by Snap on Jan 4, 2013 14:32:12 GMT -5
Name: Willowkit, Willowpaw, Willowfrost
Age: 23 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: FernClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
This she-cat has a good set of muscles to her, which she can thank her love of swimming for. Her pelt is a nice mix of brown tones, her belly being the lightest cream. The brown that tops her off slides from her back to swirl on her face. A darker brown stripes her fur and creates rings on her tail. Her eyes are a silver-blue that glints in curiously when the sun hits them. She has average legs, so she relies on strength rather than speed. Willowfrost's long tail gives her excellent balance.
Personality: Willowfrost has a tough-girl outer shell. She doesn't have mushy feelings (well, she does, but she doesn't let them show) and she'd rather wrestle around with her friends than sit and gossip about what cats could be in a romantic relationship. She enjoys competition, and enjoys playing games with her friends, especially if it has to do with water. She is a FernClan cat, yes, but she enjoys water far more than she probably should.
This cream warrior often stops on patrols to wade in the water. And if you tell her to get out, she'll grunt at you and continue to pad along the shore. Willowfrost enjoys the calmness of it. She's a very peaceful cat, she doesn't get angry easily, but when she does, she doesn't know when to stop. She's lost a few friends because she says stuff she doesn't mean while ranting at them.
On the inside, this warrior is all the things she doesn't show to the rest of the clan. She's a sucker for love stories and loves her friends to death. If you're patient enough to deal with her, she'll stick with you. Willowfrost is the type of cat to have a close-knit group of a few friends. If any cat is good at masking her true feelings, Willowfrost is.
History: Willowfrost had a pretty normal kithood and ascent into apprenticeship. She had no siblings, she was the only surviving kit from her mother's litter. Her mother chose to hide the father because the two were no longer together, and hadn't wanted to upset him. Whoever he was, he was never active in Willowkit's life, which was fine with her. She had a loving mother who did her very best to raise Willowkit with good morals.
As she reached six moons, she was given a young warrior named Finchtail. He was a sweet, shy tom with a ginger tabby pelt that shone brightly when the sun touched it. His grass-green eyes smiled gently at her as she was deemed Willowpaw. He had grown on her already.
As she grew, she and Finchtail became closer, and the creamy she-cat became quite fond of him. As her twelfth moon was just around the corner, she realized that she didn't just like her mentor. Every time his gorgeous eyes would grin at her, she knew she loved him. Which was absurd! She couldn't.
She became Willowfrost, and now slept in the same den as him. As much as she tried, she couldn't shake these feelings. He would ask her to go on a patrol with him and her brain would scream at her to just say no! Say no! But she always ended up going with her heart that whispered at her to just say yes. And then they'd be walking and their shoulders would bump and her pelt would feel hot and she'd just pretend it didn't happen.
It was just a walk. . . just a walk with Finchtail. The two of them padding through the dense forest. He was saying something to her about the upcoming gathering, but she was just watching his eyes. Out of nowehere (she swears she never even smelled the thing coming) a fox is up against Finchtail's side, snapping at the both of them with it's large jaws. She screeched and launched herself at the russet-colored thing, but her heart sank and her belly twisted and she realized he was gone. Willowfrost could almost see the twisted snicker on the fox's face as she drove it away. But it didn't change the fact that the cat she loved was sitting in the dust, unmoving. The eyes that she had made her fall were now cold, now clouded.
She did not speak to anyone for days, she wasn't sure how to function. Her mother helped her through it, though, and for that she is thankful. She still has times where she realizes she's not totally over him, but she's usually fine. Finchtail's death has created a thick layer of armor around this creamy she-cat and she isn't sure if she'll ever be able to shed it.
RP Example: Willowfrost grunted as she shoved herself to her paws. It was sunhigh, and she had accidentally dosed off under the shade of the surrounding trees. (She hid a small pile of moss by her favorite spot to nap and pulls it out when she thinks no one's looking.) Blinking clear her silvery blue eyes, the she-cat kicks the wad of squishy plant back into it's hiding spot. Turning back to the camp, she realized she probably could have slept a little more. Many cats were currently sharing tongues lazily or sunbathing quietly. Arching her back, Willowfrost flattened her ears as she heart her spine crack. Ugh, I hate that sound, she moaned to herself. Flexing her claws, she padded out into the bright sunlight. An irresistible yawn overcame her and she complied, although unwillingly. Right, she mused. let's go find something to do.
(Ugh, pardon my pitiful post! I feel like taking a nap myself.)
Age: 23 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: FernClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description:
This she-cat has a good set of muscles to her, which she can thank her love of swimming for. Her pelt is a nice mix of brown tones, her belly being the lightest cream. The brown that tops her off slides from her back to swirl on her face. A darker brown stripes her fur and creates rings on her tail. Her eyes are a silver-blue that glints in curiously when the sun hits them. She has average legs, so she relies on strength rather than speed. Willowfrost's long tail gives her excellent balance.
Personality: Willowfrost has a tough-girl outer shell. She doesn't have mushy feelings (well, she does, but she doesn't let them show) and she'd rather wrestle around with her friends than sit and gossip about what cats could be in a romantic relationship. She enjoys competition, and enjoys playing games with her friends, especially if it has to do with water. She is a FernClan cat, yes, but she enjoys water far more than she probably should.
This cream warrior often stops on patrols to wade in the water. And if you tell her to get out, she'll grunt at you and continue to pad along the shore. Willowfrost enjoys the calmness of it. She's a very peaceful cat, she doesn't get angry easily, but when she does, she doesn't know when to stop. She's lost a few friends because she says stuff she doesn't mean while ranting at them.
On the inside, this warrior is all the things she doesn't show to the rest of the clan. She's a sucker for love stories and loves her friends to death. If you're patient enough to deal with her, she'll stick with you. Willowfrost is the type of cat to have a close-knit group of a few friends. If any cat is good at masking her true feelings, Willowfrost is.
History: Willowfrost had a pretty normal kithood and ascent into apprenticeship. She had no siblings, she was the only surviving kit from her mother's litter. Her mother chose to hide the father because the two were no longer together, and hadn't wanted to upset him. Whoever he was, he was never active in Willowkit's life, which was fine with her. She had a loving mother who did her very best to raise Willowkit with good morals.
As she reached six moons, she was given a young warrior named Finchtail. He was a sweet, shy tom with a ginger tabby pelt that shone brightly when the sun touched it. His grass-green eyes smiled gently at her as she was deemed Willowpaw. He had grown on her already.
As she grew, she and Finchtail became closer, and the creamy she-cat became quite fond of him. As her twelfth moon was just around the corner, she realized that she didn't just like her mentor. Every time his gorgeous eyes would grin at her, she knew she loved him. Which was absurd! She couldn't.
She became Willowfrost, and now slept in the same den as him. As much as she tried, she couldn't shake these feelings. He would ask her to go on a patrol with him and her brain would scream at her to just say no! Say no! But she always ended up going with her heart that whispered at her to just say yes. And then they'd be walking and their shoulders would bump and her pelt would feel hot and she'd just pretend it didn't happen.
It was just a walk. . . just a walk with Finchtail. The two of them padding through the dense forest. He was saying something to her about the upcoming gathering, but she was just watching his eyes. Out of nowehere (she swears she never even smelled the thing coming) a fox is up against Finchtail's side, snapping at the both of them with it's large jaws. She screeched and launched herself at the russet-colored thing, but her heart sank and her belly twisted and she realized he was gone. Willowfrost could almost see the twisted snicker on the fox's face as she drove it away. But it didn't change the fact that the cat she loved was sitting in the dust, unmoving. The eyes that she had made her fall were now cold, now clouded.
She did not speak to anyone for days, she wasn't sure how to function. Her mother helped her through it, though, and for that she is thankful. She still has times where she realizes she's not totally over him, but she's usually fine. Finchtail's death has created a thick layer of armor around this creamy she-cat and she isn't sure if she'll ever be able to shed it.
RP Example: Willowfrost grunted as she shoved herself to her paws. It was sunhigh, and she had accidentally dosed off under the shade of the surrounding trees. (She hid a small pile of moss by her favorite spot to nap and pulls it out when she thinks no one's looking.) Blinking clear her silvery blue eyes, the she-cat kicks the wad of squishy plant back into it's hiding spot. Turning back to the camp, she realized she probably could have slept a little more. Many cats were currently sharing tongues lazily or sunbathing quietly. Arching her back, Willowfrost flattened her ears as she heart her spine crack. Ugh, I hate that sound, she moaned to herself. Flexing her claws, she padded out into the bright sunlight. An irresistible yawn overcame her and she complied, although unwillingly. Right, she mused. let's go find something to do.
(Ugh, pardon my pitiful post! I feel like taking a nap myself.)
