Post by sorrowfrost on Jul 28, 2008 14:14:24 GMT -5
n a m e ; softspoken
d e f i n i t i o n ; gentle, mild, warm-hearted, or compassionate
a g e ; twenty two moons
c l a n ; serenity clan
r a n k ; young warrior
a p p e a r a n c e ;
Not quite your average looking feline, but there’s a simple elegance to her foreign looks. Although her pelt isn’t quite long, its not exactly short either. Moonlight can cast a blue tinge over this dark gray pelt, causing an unnatural glow when the ray is just right. But there’s a lot to be said for originality and her mismatched eyes certainly are different than most. Where the right is blue, the left is green; well how interesting. Indeed, she’s rather farsighted to begin with, and objects at far distances appear as only a smudged blur. Long whisker’s are her benefit, as well as dainty paws to help her step lightly. Rather long legs have given her the natural ability to hunt birds well, though she does prefer to hunt burrowing creatures. Speed is also known to be on her side, only aided by long legs and a slender body. Combat tends to be her weaker spot as she is too light of weight to hold down many other feline, therefore her battle tactics rely mostly on cunning, wit and quick movements.
p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Soft spoken as her name implies, she’s a gentle creature with a caring heart. Possibly meant for a medicinal life, yet following the path of a warrior, she’s the peace bringer. Raised tones tend to scare her, as anger is one of her worst fears. Her natural instinct is to comfort any in grief, pain or need regardless of the wrongs they may have done her. StarClan seem to have graced Softspoken with an unnatural amount of patience, though this may have been learned from her mentor. it’s a rare thing to find her angered, and even when she is there are no emotional explosions. This dear feline tends to be more calm than anything, her forgiving nature goes against hate, frustration and anger. Though this might just make her unfit to be a leader, it does help her to be a loyal clan mate who would gladly fight to the death for anyone in her clan, especially those she cares deeply for. This fierce protection she feels for those around her is often overpowering and the desire to help is strong, where she may be asked to step aside at times, it’s nearly an impossible thing to Softspoken to accomplish, to just leave another in need is a task she cannot complete most of the time.
c r i m i n a l r e c o r d ;
There are vague memories of a twoleg home, but Softspoken is quite unsure. Although her dreams echo of the name Lilly, she cant remember much past that. Soulwhisper always told her of how she was found on patrol, abandoned by a frozen stream one Winter, shivering and slowly dying. Though she was raised by Soulwhisper and Brokenstorm due to them having lsot poor Winterkit at birth, she still aspires to find her real parents some day. Where many would be ashamed of having kitty pet’s for parents, she’s quite proud of it. It just goes to show that any cat can become a warrior regardless of who they are born to. No one has to be their parents just as Softspoken is not like hers. And so it was, as a kit she kept close to Soulwhisper, waiting for the day she could prove to them that she was capable of becoming a warrior. Such it was, Softkit became Softpaw and was apprenticed to a senior warrior by the name of Sacredrune. Lucky for Softpaw, she had gained a warrior with the patience to train such a weak apprentice. Such it was, Softpaw gained her warrior name in time just as any normal apprentice would. Her name given for her usual soft murmur of response to anyone, and as a matter of fact she quite likes her name. But it wasn’t so long after her ceremony that both parents moved to the Elders den and died with moons of each other, though Softspoken felt the grief it swayed her little, she had to be strong to help any others in need.
f a m i l y ;
brokenstorm - foster father
soulwhisper - foster mother
lotuspetal - foster sister
winterkit - foster brother
t h e p a s s w o r d ;
painting portraits of ghosts
e x a m p l e ;
Love…
That’s all it ever really came down to. The unseen force that will, in time, sink its claws into the heart and soul of every living creature. You can deny it, but true is it not? Quite an unpredictable emotion wouldn’t you say? Far from something you can force, as love is a fragile thing my dear. Much like trust, forged over time but so easily broken. Its amazing how one moment your love and devotion can be for your one and only, then one wrong move and its shattered. The action of one, could so easily be the downfall of another. Whether we like it or not, we depend on others far more then you might ever imagine. Its all up to you, and to be honest with ones self, is to admit that we would be nothing without those that have touched our lives. Every move they make shapes us to who we are, without the deceit of one you may never learn to be conscious of whom you choose to trust. Without the loyalty of one you may never learn to discover ones true self, and to break free of the shackles that bind you from all that you thought impossible. But it is they who commit the greatest crime, treachery or act of kindness that make the biggest statement. They are the ones who will have the long lasting effect on your life, the ones who had an impact so great that what they did was a domino effect, and would continue to carry on throughout your life.
When you truly love someone, are they not the air you breathe? The light of your life, and the reason for your existence? Or has the false image of love really spread that far? Should your true love not be your sun, your moon, and your stars? The very reason you awake each morning, ready to face whatever the world has to throw at you today? Will they not be standing right there beside you, ready to take on the world together? Don’t they say that love can overcome any obstacle? Maybe you haven’t got the winning hand for now, but there’s always the next round, and who knows, maybe your going to hit the jackpot. Of course things would go from bad to worse when you thought it couldn’t get any worse then that and yet they still do. Don’t slow down when your scared, if your lucky you might just escape the devils chasing after you, just keep on going. You can be down that deep black abyss and felt the power of a million demons as they reached out to grab your soul. You can fall for the trap laid out for you. The good news is, out there somewhere is an angel waiting to help you get back up on your feet, you just have to find them, and when you do the liberation will no doubt be a relief. Because isn’t that exactly what we always fight for? Our freedom?
What would we be without our freedom though? Captivated by the shackles of sorrow and despair? Yet when so many still live their life that way, is it fair to say we have all achieved true freedom? Indeed, we have. Every right to express ourselves as we please is right at our fingertips if we just reach that little bit farther to achieve it. There is none, who can truly control what we do. But oh of course we have all given into the higher ups who tell us what is wrong from right. In the end, its always ones self who has the true control. The mind is a wonderful place, controlled by only one source, and a private sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the public. A place where none and enter, and few get a glimpse of. Have we ever really been true to our self? Or do we just keep following the trend that is set by god knows who? It would seem that way now wouldn’t it? Oh but we cant forget those few rebels, still fighting to be themselves and yet condemned for it, shunned and outcast because they dare to be different than the rest, because they refuse to give in and become some Barbie doll type clone. They are the ones that stand out, like a black sheep among thousands of white sheep. Its just that noticeable at this point in time, we truly have become fake. We have all given in to the shallow trend-setters that are prided so much on their ‘accomplishments’.
It seems rather stupid though doesn’t it? We give in to everyone else, and with our fears of rejection never dare to be different or step outside the comfort zone. But what if we did? There’s a high possibility that originality and quality may finally shine through the same old, same old that we see daily. It would be nice to see some change as opposed to the little mini-me’s that currently run around this Earth. Don’t fear change, it can bring both good and bad but so long as you stay positive it will all work out. Dream to differ, and choose to change. Put a harness on your individuality, its what makes you who you are. I for one, refuse to give into this flood of clones that have attacked the Earth. No, I will be a rebel and dance to my own beat. Sue me for being different if you wish, but at least I would go down knowing I wasn’t just another mindless freak. I wouldn’t settle for just anyone, no I had set my sights higher. I will find someone, who can meet those standards because I dare to chase my dreams. So I may not be the fairest of them all, I can do better than a love based on shallow priorities. I know for I fact that I can do far better than such things. Call me self centered for saying it, but I merely see it as self confidence.
There were few sights in this world that could even compare to the beauty of this. A genuine blend of sunset and clouds sprawling itself across the slowly darkening sky. I was captivated by the sky, bewitching my mind into a false sense of security. It was so easy to feel at peace here, what reason would I ever have to leave? The view from this measly cliff was breath-taking. Every glance made me catch my breath once more. I guess you could say I admired the fine things in life, all the things that could only be experienced not heard of. I wanted so much more than what fate seemed to have in store for me. I dreamed to find that one true love, and to live out my life the only way I knew how; my way. I suppose I had fallen for that tourist type trap that was always set out. Promises of beauty, love and new experiences. Its easy to see I’m someone who craves any learning experience she can acquire. I want more than this world has to offer, but I’ll take what I can get. I don’t want to be some mans little piece of property, use only during breeding season. That’s simply not the life I have in mind for myself. I know I have far more to offer than such things. I will find him, whoever he is.
A fairytale ending might be too much to ask, but its what I had dreamed of for as long as I could remember. My fairytale isn’t quite your average fantasy, there was no prince charming to sweep me off my feet. Don’t get me wrong, I do seek out someone who will love me for who I am, but there’s so much more to life than that. I will find my knight in shining armor some day, but I wont waste my life away trying to seek him out. I plan to leave it all up to fate and destiny. In the meantime I will live my life as it comes, I would do as I please and enjoy myself while I’m at it. What’s life without a little risk and excitement? And I could hardly call this exciting.
Storm...what do you think, head off on our own?
d e f i n i t i o n ; gentle, mild, warm-hearted, or compassionate
a g e ; twenty two moons
c l a n ; serenity clan
r a n k ; young warrior
a p p e a r a n c e ;
Not quite your average looking feline, but there’s a simple elegance to her foreign looks. Although her pelt isn’t quite long, its not exactly short either. Moonlight can cast a blue tinge over this dark gray pelt, causing an unnatural glow when the ray is just right. But there’s a lot to be said for originality and her mismatched eyes certainly are different than most. Where the right is blue, the left is green; well how interesting. Indeed, she’s rather farsighted to begin with, and objects at far distances appear as only a smudged blur. Long whisker’s are her benefit, as well as dainty paws to help her step lightly. Rather long legs have given her the natural ability to hunt birds well, though she does prefer to hunt burrowing creatures. Speed is also known to be on her side, only aided by long legs and a slender body. Combat tends to be her weaker spot as she is too light of weight to hold down many other feline, therefore her battle tactics rely mostly on cunning, wit and quick movements.
p e r s o n a l i t y ;
Soft spoken as her name implies, she’s a gentle creature with a caring heart. Possibly meant for a medicinal life, yet following the path of a warrior, she’s the peace bringer. Raised tones tend to scare her, as anger is one of her worst fears. Her natural instinct is to comfort any in grief, pain or need regardless of the wrongs they may have done her. StarClan seem to have graced Softspoken with an unnatural amount of patience, though this may have been learned from her mentor. it’s a rare thing to find her angered, and even when she is there are no emotional explosions. This dear feline tends to be more calm than anything, her forgiving nature goes against hate, frustration and anger. Though this might just make her unfit to be a leader, it does help her to be a loyal clan mate who would gladly fight to the death for anyone in her clan, especially those she cares deeply for. This fierce protection she feels for those around her is often overpowering and the desire to help is strong, where she may be asked to step aside at times, it’s nearly an impossible thing to Softspoken to accomplish, to just leave another in need is a task she cannot complete most of the time.
c r i m i n a l r e c o r d ;
There are vague memories of a twoleg home, but Softspoken is quite unsure. Although her dreams echo of the name Lilly, she cant remember much past that. Soulwhisper always told her of how she was found on patrol, abandoned by a frozen stream one Winter, shivering and slowly dying. Though she was raised by Soulwhisper and Brokenstorm due to them having lsot poor Winterkit at birth, she still aspires to find her real parents some day. Where many would be ashamed of having kitty pet’s for parents, she’s quite proud of it. It just goes to show that any cat can become a warrior regardless of who they are born to. No one has to be their parents just as Softspoken is not like hers. And so it was, as a kit she kept close to Soulwhisper, waiting for the day she could prove to them that she was capable of becoming a warrior. Such it was, Softkit became Softpaw and was apprenticed to a senior warrior by the name of Sacredrune. Lucky for Softpaw, she had gained a warrior with the patience to train such a weak apprentice. Such it was, Softpaw gained her warrior name in time just as any normal apprentice would. Her name given for her usual soft murmur of response to anyone, and as a matter of fact she quite likes her name. But it wasn’t so long after her ceremony that both parents moved to the Elders den and died with moons of each other, though Softspoken felt the grief it swayed her little, she had to be strong to help any others in need.
f a m i l y ;
brokenstorm - foster father
soulwhisper - foster mother
lotuspetal - foster sister
winterkit - foster brother
t h e p a s s w o r d ;
painting portraits of ghosts
e x a m p l e ;
Love…
That’s all it ever really came down to. The unseen force that will, in time, sink its claws into the heart and soul of every living creature. You can deny it, but true is it not? Quite an unpredictable emotion wouldn’t you say? Far from something you can force, as love is a fragile thing my dear. Much like trust, forged over time but so easily broken. Its amazing how one moment your love and devotion can be for your one and only, then one wrong move and its shattered. The action of one, could so easily be the downfall of another. Whether we like it or not, we depend on others far more then you might ever imagine. Its all up to you, and to be honest with ones self, is to admit that we would be nothing without those that have touched our lives. Every move they make shapes us to who we are, without the deceit of one you may never learn to be conscious of whom you choose to trust. Without the loyalty of one you may never learn to discover ones true self, and to break free of the shackles that bind you from all that you thought impossible. But it is they who commit the greatest crime, treachery or act of kindness that make the biggest statement. They are the ones who will have the long lasting effect on your life, the ones who had an impact so great that what they did was a domino effect, and would continue to carry on throughout your life.
When you truly love someone, are they not the air you breathe? The light of your life, and the reason for your existence? Or has the false image of love really spread that far? Should your true love not be your sun, your moon, and your stars? The very reason you awake each morning, ready to face whatever the world has to throw at you today? Will they not be standing right there beside you, ready to take on the world together? Don’t they say that love can overcome any obstacle? Maybe you haven’t got the winning hand for now, but there’s always the next round, and who knows, maybe your going to hit the jackpot. Of course things would go from bad to worse when you thought it couldn’t get any worse then that and yet they still do. Don’t slow down when your scared, if your lucky you might just escape the devils chasing after you, just keep on going. You can be down that deep black abyss and felt the power of a million demons as they reached out to grab your soul. You can fall for the trap laid out for you. The good news is, out there somewhere is an angel waiting to help you get back up on your feet, you just have to find them, and when you do the liberation will no doubt be a relief. Because isn’t that exactly what we always fight for? Our freedom?
What would we be without our freedom though? Captivated by the shackles of sorrow and despair? Yet when so many still live their life that way, is it fair to say we have all achieved true freedom? Indeed, we have. Every right to express ourselves as we please is right at our fingertips if we just reach that little bit farther to achieve it. There is none, who can truly control what we do. But oh of course we have all given into the higher ups who tell us what is wrong from right. In the end, its always ones self who has the true control. The mind is a wonderful place, controlled by only one source, and a private sanctuary away from the prying eyes of the public. A place where none and enter, and few get a glimpse of. Have we ever really been true to our self? Or do we just keep following the trend that is set by god knows who? It would seem that way now wouldn’t it? Oh but we cant forget those few rebels, still fighting to be themselves and yet condemned for it, shunned and outcast because they dare to be different than the rest, because they refuse to give in and become some Barbie doll type clone. They are the ones that stand out, like a black sheep among thousands of white sheep. Its just that noticeable at this point in time, we truly have become fake. We have all given in to the shallow trend-setters that are prided so much on their ‘accomplishments’.
It seems rather stupid though doesn’t it? We give in to everyone else, and with our fears of rejection never dare to be different or step outside the comfort zone. But what if we did? There’s a high possibility that originality and quality may finally shine through the same old, same old that we see daily. It would be nice to see some change as opposed to the little mini-me’s that currently run around this Earth. Don’t fear change, it can bring both good and bad but so long as you stay positive it will all work out. Dream to differ, and choose to change. Put a harness on your individuality, its what makes you who you are. I for one, refuse to give into this flood of clones that have attacked the Earth. No, I will be a rebel and dance to my own beat. Sue me for being different if you wish, but at least I would go down knowing I wasn’t just another mindless freak. I wouldn’t settle for just anyone, no I had set my sights higher. I will find someone, who can meet those standards because I dare to chase my dreams. So I may not be the fairest of them all, I can do better than a love based on shallow priorities. I know for I fact that I can do far better than such things. Call me self centered for saying it, but I merely see it as self confidence.
There were few sights in this world that could even compare to the beauty of this. A genuine blend of sunset and clouds sprawling itself across the slowly darkening sky. I was captivated by the sky, bewitching my mind into a false sense of security. It was so easy to feel at peace here, what reason would I ever have to leave? The view from this measly cliff was breath-taking. Every glance made me catch my breath once more. I guess you could say I admired the fine things in life, all the things that could only be experienced not heard of. I wanted so much more than what fate seemed to have in store for me. I dreamed to find that one true love, and to live out my life the only way I knew how; my way. I suppose I had fallen for that tourist type trap that was always set out. Promises of beauty, love and new experiences. Its easy to see I’m someone who craves any learning experience she can acquire. I want more than this world has to offer, but I’ll take what I can get. I don’t want to be some mans little piece of property, use only during breeding season. That’s simply not the life I have in mind for myself. I know I have far more to offer than such things. I will find him, whoever he is.
A fairytale ending might be too much to ask, but its what I had dreamed of for as long as I could remember. My fairytale isn’t quite your average fantasy, there was no prince charming to sweep me off my feet. Don’t get me wrong, I do seek out someone who will love me for who I am, but there’s so much more to life than that. I will find my knight in shining armor some day, but I wont waste my life away trying to seek him out. I plan to leave it all up to fate and destiny. In the meantime I will live my life as it comes, I would do as I please and enjoy myself while I’m at it. What’s life without a little risk and excitement? And I could hardly call this exciting.
Storm...what do you think, head off on our own?
SOFTSPOKEN ;;
