Post by Finch on Jun 20, 2010 22:54:14 GMT -5
Drawn myself =)
Name: Finchfur
Age: 27 Moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female.
Appearance:
Much like her clan's pelts, her own is thick yet light. Enabling her to width stand the harsh winters and muddy terrain in which the clan must face. The coloration of her pelt has been said to a soft honey-golden color, much like the small woodland finch birds that nest in the area. Her fur has said to have a radiating glow with almost a quality of illumination. Faint tabby stripes can be seen hidden deep within her fur, but they are incredibly hard to see unless she is in direct sunlight. Her fur is long and smooth, and is always neat and well taken care of. Her eyes are a dull Grey, and have little lively color within them.
Long legs and a longer body shape, give Finchfur a sleek look, almost like that of a snake.
Personality: Finchfur has a... Sharp personality. She finds much joy in taunting and teasing other cats, causing them anger, frustration and sometimes even pain. Picking and prodding at her enemies to get under their skin. She has a sharp tongue, capable of sarcastic humor and quick words. Though, despite her cruel side, she has been known to be quiet a flirt. Tugging on tom's heart strings before slashing each one in front of their eyes. Though she loves getting attention from the boys. it would take quite the tom to turn her head. She's known as a very skilled huntress and not that shabby of a fighter, either. Many times in battle, she is found using her words and wit to fight, rather than claws or teeth.
Never before did she wish to have kits, in fact she sees other she-cats who desperately urge for kits to be soft, and useless. She is not one to settle down and let others take care of her. Even though her personality is sharp and arrogant, she still finds it incredibly easy to make friends easily. She really hates being alone, for she gets bored rather easily. Loneliness is one of her pet-peeves, and stops at nothing to be in company of someone. She may be seen as a witch, but most learn to love her, And her sarcastic wit.
Fears;
- Being Alone
- Lightning and Thunder
- Rejection
- Water
- Dark Pitch black nights.
Likes;
- Snow
- Attention
- Sarcasm
- Mentoring
- Hunting
Personal Quote: Nothing is more discouraging than unappreciated sarcasm.
History
When Finchfur was nothing more than a tiny little ball of fur, her mother named her Finchkit. Her name was derived from the small bird called the Finch. The finch is well known for it's golden brown feathers and it's lovely songs. Many thought that Finchkit was a mute, for it wasn't until her fourth moon that she started to speak. Some say that the moons she spent in silence, was when she was simply sitting and thinking, plotting schemes and schematics to get the most frustration out of others. Often during her kit hood, Finchkit would gather large groups of kits, and sometimes even young apprentices together to go out and do mischievous deeds and just getting into trouble. When she had become an apprentice she trained slackly, letting others do the work needed to be done, and stealing the spotlight once the job was done. Most of her day was spent teasing some of the other apprentices and manipulating them into doing what she needed done. Even though she paid little attention during training, she showed a superb skill in hunting and was often said to be one of the best in the clan. Along with her hunting skills, she was quickly realized to be a great tracker, and was often sent out to find certain things. When she became a warrior, she earned the name, Finchfur. In her eyes, that day she was given the right to 'Do as she so pleased' much like she acted as an apprentice. She would often get chastised by the senior warriors, but this did little to stop her. Instead of doing what she was asked, she would often be caught flirting with the toms, teasing them and allowing them to get rather attached before breaking their hearts. At gatherings, she would find herself easily making 'friends' with some of the males in other clans.
Mother: Larkpelt
Father: Rowanthorn
Siblings: None
Mentor: --Any one?--
Other: Nope.
Role Play Example;
Silence. So thick you could nearly taste it's bitter loneliness hanging in the air. Paws stepped, quiet at first, daring not to shatter the serenity that enveloped the world around. Tail flicked, making the presence of the fore-lorn aloneness to become even more surreal. The world around her was quiet, muffled by the long wisps of fog that echoed around her. Finchfur crouched low to the ground, her mouth open, drinking in the musky smell of the earth below her. Many creatures dared to dart from the brush, unaware of the real danger only a few tail lengths away. Stepping forwards, a sly grin spread across her features. 'The damned critters are oblivious to me.' She thought to herself as she slipped forwards, the fog disturbed by her movement. Stopping suddenly, Finchfur glanced forwards, her eyes fixed on a Thunderclan squirrel that had wondered a few too many paw steps over the boarder line. As she waited, the dense fog once more cascaded down, settling itself back around her body, encasing her within its clutter. Claws flicked out from her paws, scratching the dirt with the outstretched blood-hungry talons. With precise movements, she leaped forwards. Her actions stunningly silent and deadly accurate. As she landed, she felt the body of the squirrel crumple below her. Giving her the first taste of blood for the day.