Post by Wildsong on Jun 21, 2010 10:50:00 GMT -5
Name: Wildsong
Age: 2 Years
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: Female
Appearance: Wildsong has striking celery green eyes, unusual for a cat, especially one with similarly dark gray fur. If one looks closely past the long, chaotic mess of dark gray and black on white, it's apparent there's a classic-tabby pattern, but that's only if you look close enough- otherwise it just looks like a maelstrom of neutral colors.
Personality: Wildsong is by no means any sort of lazy. She's a get to it kind of girl, full of attitude and a kind of fire that is, unfortunately, hard to come by these days. Her way of doing things, usually rashly, is both a positive and negative personality trait, making her a fierce fighter, but one lacking much strategy. Wildsong is extremely loyal to her clan, and it takes no more than a signal from Splashstar to cause this warrior to set herself upon any opposing force- including the two-legs and dogs she's so afraid of. She's far from soft spoken, but there's no chance she would question the orders of her leader. Death, dishonor, and exile are the three things this she-cat fears most, and she will do nearly anything to avoid them, however she's far more likely to accept death than the other two. Despite her strong feelings, she's comical, somewhat sarcastic, and intelligent- even if she doesn't use her smarts to her fullest advantage. She's occasionally playful, but because she has a tendency to act first and ask questions later, she takes things a bit too seriously, and she plays a bit rough.
Fears;
- Two-Legs
- Exile
- Dogs
- Death
- Dishonor
Likes;
- Proving Herself
- Fighting
- Working Hard
- Equally Driven Cats
- Self-Confidence
Personal Quote: "If you don't trust yourself, there's not a furball's chance I'm going to let you watch my back."
History Wildsong was one of two kittens in her mother, Patchedpelt's first litter. Her kithood was too-short lived, and one day her entire life would be turned upside down, but that's a story for later. Wildkit and her brother Switchkit were cute little balls of fluff, full of personality and generally rambunctious youngster energy. Wildkit was, true to her name, a fully feral kitten- she was a troublesome rough-and-tumble girl, and she picked on not only her noticeably gentler 'younger' brother, but the kittens of other nursing she-cats, and even the occasional apprentice that underestimated this fluffy gray-haired demon. Not enough discipline in the world would change Wildkit's demeanor, but there was one event that changed both her and her brother almost completely.
Not long before Switchkit and Wildkit would have the ability to undergo the Apprenticeship ceremony, horrible news arrived on the swift paws of a fellow Clanmate- Raggedear was dead. Chasing along the river after a particularly nimble squirrel, the tom cat had caught himself in a hunter's trap. One of the steel jaw traps had clenched himself over the cat's hind end, crushing his spine and leaving him there, paralyzed, and dying. His clanmate watched as the last fire burned from Raggedear's eyes, and his last breath left his lungs.
Patchedpelt was devastated. Her entire way of being 180'd faster than a minnow makes its way downstream. Instead of the soft-spoken, loving mother she had been, she turned short-tempered, snappy, and paranoid. She mused that it was all a plot against her, that the clan was trying to drive her away, and that her two kittens were the cause of this sudden hatred. Despite the Clan's denials, Patchedpelt fled, abandoning both of her youngsters. A small band of Clanmates was sent to find her, and they did. But she had thrown herself to the dogs- literally. Her mangled, torn body was discovered, but could not be carried back for burial because of the dangerous situation that would have been posed on the other clan members.
Wildkit and Switchkit became Wildpaw and Switchpaw, but things had changed in their ways of being. Wildpaw became more outspoken, often acting out for attention. She became more aggressive, more apathetic, and she finally found fear- fear of two-legs and their devious cruelties, and a fear of dogs, the animals that could so shred another cat like nothing. Her brother grew more quiet, more introverted, and far more affectionate. But he decided clan life wasn't for him, and left his sister.
Her entire family gone, Wildpaw underwent another change- she looked at things from a different angle. It wasn't that her family had left her- they'd left the entire CLAN. They'd betrayed their fellow Clanmates, and she swore to never do the same as the rest of her bloodline.
Mother: A long-haired calico she-cat named Patchedpelt; Deceased
Father: A long-haired blue-and-white tom cat named Raggedear; Deceased
Siblings: A now-kittypet brown tabby brother, once named Switchpaw, now named Dizzy.
Mentor: A lanky tom cat named Lizardclaw.
Other: N/A
Role Play Example;
Anthony was patiently waiting in Pallet Town from the time that the sun barely began to float above the horizon, an excited expression on his face. Today he would, theoretically, receive his first Pokemon, and then the fun would really begin! Alas, the Pokemon League did impose certain rules in exchange for the opportunity to become a Pokemon champion (again, theoretically), but our dear Tony was more than willing to make sacrifices.
Besides, he liked meeting new people. He made his way towards the large building someone had pointed out to him as being where the Pokemon Professor, Oak, if his recollection served him correctly, would be greeting the new trainers. So of course, Anthony was going to waste no time making his presence known.
With a loud, firm, but still polite knock on the door, Anthony Jacobson pushed open the heavy wooden doors, peeking around the corner. "Hello? Excuse me, but... This is where the new trainers are supposed to show up... Right?" he called out, slightly embarrassed even just imagining that he was in the wrong place.
He slipped past the doors, closing them softly behind him, and this is where the lad awaited some sort of response.
Note I actually usually write better than that, but that was the first post I made in this RP, and since there were no replies from the RP starter, I never continued past that. xD; And since Acornrack crashed, all my RP samples died.