Post by cheshy says grace on Jul 17, 2008 13:24:23 GMT -5
seafeather[/size]
_N A M e ; ; seafeather
__A G e ; ; thirty-four moons
___C L A N ; ; brightclan
____R A N K ; ; warrior
_____G e N D e R ; ; femme
______D e F ! N ! T ! O N ; ; sea - one of the seven seas.
_______P H O T O ; ; click
corporate and cold, gushing for gold, leave me alone![/color]
D e S C R ! P T ! O N ; ; By all standards Seafeather is a pretty cat; delicate features, a petite, graceful frame, wide, bright, sea foam green eyes vivid with emotion, certainly there is nothing harsh or unpleasant on her face.
From nose to tail-tip Seafeather is white, her coat clean as newly-fallen snow, it drapes around her frame, and is unmarked. Save for a single stripe down her back. This stripe is fiery red in color, and begins on her forehead and tapers off at the base of her long tail. The red makes a startling contrast with the white.
Seafeather moves smoothly and gracefully, a cat built not for power but for speed and accuracy. She stands a few hairs smaller than the average cat, and is forced to look up to speak to large cats.
Her scent is something unusual from most other cats'. She smells clearly of rain, for she is always found outside when it is storming or if it's just a light drizzle. Seafeather loves the rain even though most cats she of it as gloomy and that StarClan is crying. They disapprove of her love for rain but she just couldn't care less.
P e R S O N A L ! T Y ; ; When first met, Seafeather seems peaceful, maybe even docile. She possesses a certain flexibility that allows her to adapt to varying situations gracefully. She dislikes fighting, though she understands its necessity, and has a small measure of talent in that field herself.
Around her fellow warriors, Seafeather tends to adopt a dreamy, calm mien that suggests mysteriously that she knows more than she says. As it happens, she often does. Seafeather is observant and intuitive, and can generally read others with unnerving accuracy.
Some may think Seafeather easy to manipulate because of her apparent docile nature, but beneath that she has a driving intelligence and a strong will. Tenacious and endlessly patient, she has a knack for getting things done even in the most tumultuous of circumstances.
Being by nature more open-minded than some others of her caste, she entertains ideas that could even be deemed heretical. Her belief in StarClan is unshakable; she loves her warrior ancestors and all she stands for.
Secretly, Seafeather sometimes feels cut-off from the world in BrightClan. Restless, she enjoys slipping away to wander BrightClan territory, taking in the sights and sounds and scents. She walks besides the river and runs in the forest.[/right]
You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start?[/color]
H ! S T O R Y ; ; Ravencry and Blackstripe were not at all pleased to have four kits, and three of them stillborn. After a very long conversation with Ravencry about this new kitten, Blackstripe dubbed her Seakit for her eyes and pretty features. Ravencry and Blackstripe were both pleased with this suggestion, and her name remained so for quite a long named. So long, in fact, that no one has ever considered that maybe Seafeather doesn't want to be Seafeather. Yet she does want to be Seafeather. It suits her somehow.
Anyway, Seakit lived a happy life as a little kit. She never was told by Blackstripe and Ravencry of her dead siblings who never saw the world. All she heard of were stories of StarClan and the many followers of it. She began to grow much healthier and much stronger as the days went on, and pretty soon she was old enough to be apprenticed. She was apprenticed to Wolfscream. The older, wiser tom taught Seapaw everything she knew. From how to pin down a cat to how to catch a fish.
Seapaw soon found herself as a warrior. She had never expected to become one fully, and this was quite an honour. She lifted her head high at the praise from her friends. But the day she became warrior was also a sad day. For the reason she had become one was because her mentor had died at the claws of a rogue.
She became Seafeather by the standards of StarClan, attended gatherings, and followed her duties.
But there is one thing I will tell you, but nobody else. Nobody else can know and you must, must, not tell them. Seafeather is in love. With whom, you ask? An arrogant, stuck-up tom who must always argue his point (which is as dull as a pencil after you've written a two hundred page story). She literally doesn't know why she loves him, she just does. They are mates, of course, but what's even worse is this... cat (if you want to call him that) is a MoonClanner. A MoonClan cat and he loves a BrightClanner.
Oh! Of course, you're curious as to what his name is, right? Ok, I'll tell you, it's Darkclaw. Darkclaw is a black and white short hair.
Seafeather and Darkclaw met usually around Moonhigh at Silver Rocks every other night. Sooner or later, even Seafeather knew, they got caught. By an apprentice and his mentor. The warrior had chased Darkclaw away as the apprentice and Seafeather walked back to camp.
The warrior went straight to the warrior's den. She hadn't come out of it for weeks, not even for sick cats. She had abused her duties and was waiting for a punishment of any kind. From anyone. But it never came. Maybe StarClan and Firestar had forgiven her? Pawstep by pawstep she crept out of her den, only to be struck by lightning... No, I'm just kidding! Seafeather made it out alive to find out it was drizzling slightly. StarClan had made it rain, for her! Maybe they weren't mad, maybe, just maybe, they understood and forgave her. The she-cat looked to the sky, closed her eyes, and sent a gentle prayer of thanks to her warrior ancestors, promising she would never, ever, meet with Darkclaw again.
C O D e W O R D S ; ; poison tears crash down
O T H e R ; ; I made her a BrightClanner.
S P e e C H C O L O U R ; ; light sea green
S O N G ; ; 'love me dead' by ludo[/right]
You've got the mark of the beast[/color]
F A M ! L Y ; ; ravencry - mother - dead
blackstripe - father - alive
darkclaw - former mate - alive[/size][/blockquote]
love me cancerously[/color]
_N A M e ; ; seafeather
__A G e ; ; thirty-four moons
___C L A N ; ; brightclan
____R A N K ; ; warrior
_____G e N D e R ; ; femme
______D e F ! N ! T ! O N ; ; sea - one of the seven seas.
_______P H O T O ; ; click
you're an office park without any trees
A T A G L A N C e ; ; A pretty, snowy-white she-cat with a single fiery red stripe down her back, a graceful build, and vivid sea foam green eyes.
A T A G L A N C e ; ; A pretty, snowy-white she-cat with a single fiery red stripe down her back, a graceful build, and vivid sea foam green eyes.
corporate and cold, gushing for gold, leave me alone![/color]
D e S C R ! P T ! O N ; ; By all standards Seafeather is a pretty cat; delicate features, a petite, graceful frame, wide, bright, sea foam green eyes vivid with emotion, certainly there is nothing harsh or unpleasant on her face.
From nose to tail-tip Seafeather is white, her coat clean as newly-fallen snow, it drapes around her frame, and is unmarked. Save for a single stripe down her back. This stripe is fiery red in color, and begins on her forehead and tapers off at the base of her long tail. The red makes a startling contrast with the white.
Seafeather moves smoothly and gracefully, a cat built not for power but for speed and accuracy. She stands a few hairs smaller than the average cat, and is forced to look up to speak to large cats.
Her scent is something unusual from most other cats'. She smells clearly of rain, for she is always found outside when it is storming or if it's just a light drizzle. Seafeather loves the rain even though most cats she of it as gloomy and that StarClan is crying. They disapprove of her love for rain but she just couldn't care less.
You're a parasitic, psycho, filthy creature
finger-bangin' my heart.
[/color]finger-bangin' my heart.
P e R S O N A L ! T Y ; ; When first met, Seafeather seems peaceful, maybe even docile. She possesses a certain flexibility that allows her to adapt to varying situations gracefully. She dislikes fighting, though she understands its necessity, and has a small measure of talent in that field herself.
Around her fellow warriors, Seafeather tends to adopt a dreamy, calm mien that suggests mysteriously that she knows more than she says. As it happens, she often does. Seafeather is observant and intuitive, and can generally read others with unnerving accuracy.
Some may think Seafeather easy to manipulate because of her apparent docile nature, but beneath that she has a driving intelligence and a strong will. Tenacious and endlessly patient, she has a knack for getting things done even in the most tumultuous of circumstances.
Being by nature more open-minded than some others of her caste, she entertains ideas that could even be deemed heretical. Her belief in StarClan is unshakable; she loves her warrior ancestors and all she stands for.
Secretly, Seafeather sometimes feels cut-off from the world in BrightClan. Restless, she enjoys slipping away to wander BrightClan territory, taking in the sights and sounds and scents. She walks besides the river and runs in the forest.[/right]
You call me up drunk
Does the fun ever start?[/color]
H ! S T O R Y ; ; Ravencry and Blackstripe were not at all pleased to have four kits, and three of them stillborn. After a very long conversation with Ravencry about this new kitten, Blackstripe dubbed her Seakit for her eyes and pretty features. Ravencry and Blackstripe were both pleased with this suggestion, and her name remained so for quite a long named. So long, in fact, that no one has ever considered that maybe Seafeather doesn't want to be Seafeather. Yet she does want to be Seafeather. It suits her somehow.
Anyway, Seakit lived a happy life as a little kit. She never was told by Blackstripe and Ravencry of her dead siblings who never saw the world. All she heard of were stories of StarClan and the many followers of it. She began to grow much healthier and much stronger as the days went on, and pretty soon she was old enough to be apprenticed. She was apprenticed to Wolfscream. The older, wiser tom taught Seapaw everything she knew. From how to pin down a cat to how to catch a fish.
Seapaw soon found herself as a warrior. She had never expected to become one fully, and this was quite an honour. She lifted her head high at the praise from her friends. But the day she became warrior was also a sad day. For the reason she had become one was because her mentor had died at the claws of a rogue.
She became Seafeather by the standards of StarClan, attended gatherings, and followed her duties.
But there is one thing I will tell you, but nobody else. Nobody else can know and you must, must, not tell them. Seafeather is in love. With whom, you ask? An arrogant, stuck-up tom who must always argue his point (which is as dull as a pencil after you've written a two hundred page story). She literally doesn't know why she loves him, she just does. They are mates, of course, but what's even worse is this... cat (if you want to call him that) is a MoonClanner. A MoonClan cat and he loves a BrightClanner.
Oh! Of course, you're curious as to what his name is, right? Ok, I'll tell you, it's Darkclaw. Darkclaw is a black and white short hair.
Seafeather and Darkclaw met usually around Moonhigh at Silver Rocks every other night. Sooner or later, even Seafeather knew, they got caught. By an apprentice and his mentor. The warrior had chased Darkclaw away as the apprentice and Seafeather walked back to camp.
The warrior went straight to the warrior's den. She hadn't come out of it for weeks, not even for sick cats. She had abused her duties and was waiting for a punishment of any kind. From anyone. But it never came. Maybe StarClan and Firestar had forgiven her? Pawstep by pawstep she crept out of her den, only to be struck by lightning... No, I'm just kidding! Seafeather made it out alive to find out it was drizzling slightly. StarClan had made it rain, for her! Maybe they weren't mad, maybe, just maybe, they understood and forgave her. The she-cat looked to the sky, closed her eyes, and sent a gentle prayer of thanks to her warrior ancestors, promising she would never, ever, meet with Darkclaw again.
You're hideous and sexy!
[/color]C O D e W O R D S ; ; poison tears crash down
O T H e R ; ; I made her a BrightClanner.
S P e e C H C O L O U R ; ; light sea green
S O N G ; ; 'love me dead' by ludo[/right]
You've got the mark of the beast[/color]
F A M ! L Y ; ; ravencry - mother - dead
blackstripe - father - alive
darkclaw - former mate - alive[/size][/blockquote]
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