Post by Knight on Jun 21, 2010 9:21:36 GMT -5
Name:Robinwing
Age: 27 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Appearence:
Overall, she is a pretty brown-and-white ticked tabby with yellow-green eyes.
In more detail, she s a brown cat with darker and lighter brown flecks of fur and a stream of white heading down from her chin to her tummy and making white socks on all her paws. Her pattens become more defined only around her face, legs, and tail, where they paint dark, nearly black lines and markings on her fur.
She has an average build with broad shoulders and an especially long tail. Although she is of average height, weight, and length, she still gives off a sort of massive, impressive appearance, mostly because of her wide shoulders and puffed out and proud chest.
Personality:
She is a very tolerant cat, and can take most any verbal abuse a cat can dish out. She can be very shy, and meek at times, especially when she's uncomfortable, and tries her best to be polite to everyone. She is known to be very gentle and caring, and absolutely loves kittens.
But don't get her wrong, she's not perfect.
When she snaps, though that doesn't happen a lot, she goes completely berserk, biting scratching, and going all out on whatever unlucky creature angered her to such an extent. Even when she appears to be taking something quietly and calmly, she is always ranting furiously silently and she makes a point to glare daggers at cats that have bothered her whenever they turn their backs. She has a tendency to over exaggerate things when she is telling a story, so whenever she starts talking about the drama she has seen, most cats start waiting for a wonderful bit of fiction.
She also has a habit of nibbling at the end of her tail when she gets uncomfortable, and sometimes ripping the fur off her tail-tip completely, when she gets a fright.
Fears;
- Drowning
- Being abandoned by her clan
- Being labeled as a lair for the rest of her life
- Getting hit by a monster/car
- Not being accepted into StarClan after death.
Likes;
- Kittens
- Seeing the different types of paw-prints animals make in the snow
- Fighting battles
- Day-dreaming about her future
- Running at fast speeds
Personal Quote: Keep climbing 'til you reach the top.
History
She's lived a fairly regular life. She spent her days as a kitten playing with her two brothers, Bramblekit and Goldenkit under the watchful eye of her mother, Icepelt. She never really knew who her father was, but she always suspected it was one of the senior warriors, a handsome spotted tom by the name of Darkclaw, since she resembled him in some ways.
Her days as an apprentice were spent training hard under her mentor, Peppertail, and she was nearly always arguing with him. Not really bad, angry arguments, but laughing, halfhearted ones. Peppertail was a smiling sort of cat, but he always needed something to think about, and they had serious discussions over the smallest or silliest things, like whether birds could reach the moon or not, and, if they could, did they get eaten by StarClan cats?
Most of their silly questions were left unanswered.
She became a warrior after fending off a bunch of rouge cats with the help of her mentor and two other warriors. She was always happy to be able to say, 'I took on a full-grown rouge and sent him away yowling for his momma!' of course, that was always spoiled by her mentor mentioning how small the rouge was, and that it was more of a rouge kit and not the giant one-eyed beast she described in her stories.
Mother: Icepelt
Father: Darkclaw
Siblings: Two brothers, Brambletail and Goldenclaw
Mentor: Peppertail
Other: None
Role Play Example;
Rosepetal was somewhat surprised at how Duststripe smiled when she said she couldn't fish. It was different then the smile he had aimed at her before. It seemed more natural, genuine. Rosepetal wasn't sure if she should be offended or honored that the awkward warrior had granted her a real smile, seeing the reason he was smiling was because she admitted she couldn't fish.
She decided getting offended wasn't worth doing as she saw Dustsrtipe hold back a laugh and look embarrassed. He seemed like he was trying not to offend, and that was good enough for her. Besides, though Rosepetal could lose her temper easily with fishing, seeing as she was getting wet as well as losing a meal, she wasn't as quick to snap when it came to a clanmate.
She watched the gray warrior walk over to the waters edge, her head taking a curious tilt to one side. Is he really going to try to-- the thought seemed to freeze in her brain as she watched him fall into the water. She stood still for a moment, thunderstruck, then rushed over to where the warrior was splashing in the water. She put a paw out and attempted to hook her claws into his fur, but missed. Luckily, he had already gotten a hold on the riverbank and was dragging himself out of the water without having really needed her help.
Rosepetal took several steps away from him as he shook the water out of his fur.
"I think it's safe to say I can't fish either."
She began to laugh, but changed it into a small cough, instead, fearing she would offend the wet, gray warrior. "*AHEM* Well, it's good that you seem to be alright." she said, flashing him a relieved smile. The smile vanished with a small squeak of surprise, as Duststripe shook himself again, this time close enough for the water to reach her.
Shaking the droplets out of her own fur, she shot a mild frown at him before she quickly licked all the parts of her fur that had gotten the most water on them. Having dried her fur enough, she returned to sitting with her tail neatly curled around her paws.
"I'm hunting, but not on a patrol. I've only got a thrush and two voles to show for it...and now I'm freezing."
She didn't try to hide her grin at his cold state. Served him right for showering her. Though, she did feel a prickle of discomfort. She hadn't gotten anything to show for her own hunting trip so far.
Hoping he wouldn't ask what she was doing there, she quickly said. "Well, jumping into the water like that, it's no wonder you're cold! How about we just pick up your catches and head back to camp to dry you off?"
The more evil side of her character suggested that it might look like she had caught something if she walked into camp holding one of Duststripes catches for him, and justified it as helping a poor cold cat from having to take two trips out to pick up the kills.
