Post by falconkit on Feb 2, 2008 22:26:00 GMT -5
Name:
Miserypaw
Age:
7 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
eclipseclan
Picture:
Quick Description:
A gray abyssinian with bright blue eyes.
Appearance:
.:My looks are not appealing. . .:.
.:Pelt:.
Miserypaws pelt is short in length. First layer, her main color, is gray. It is pretty dull and not very appealing. This main color melts into the next layer on her underbelly. This fur is softer than the other layers and it is a dirty white. It also reaches to her chest and muzzel. Her muzzle is a darker white. Two white hash marks reach up from her eyes. The last layer also melts into the first. It is a darker gray, almost black, and is located on her spine. Also the crest of her head is this color. The tip of her tail and her pawpads are black.
.:Frame:.
Miserypaw is lithe and built for speed. Her main tactic is weaving around opponents, strikeing from all sides. She is also a very small cat, easier to duck under opponents and manuver tight spaces. Well enough battle tactics and such. She has small dainty paws and normal sized ears. Her tail is a bit longer than most, but that isnt a huge downpoint.
.:eyes:.
Miserypaws eyes are an icy blue. They are pretty much the only beutifull part of her. If they actuly looked warm they would be attractive. But they are often cold and unrevealing. No one can see one emotion in her eyes. Her death stares are very scary. . .
Personality:
.:My personality is not either:.
Miserypaw hates clan life. She hates her whole clan, and she hates starclan. Sometimes she has fantasy's of being a rouge, fantasy's that are close enough to touch. She is snappy to those of her clan but most of the time she just doesn't talk. She almost laughs when she sees a happy-go-lucky apprentice, for they know nothing pretty much. She would like to know everything, and she keeps on telling her self that is the only reason she is till with he clan. Miserypaw is also very bloodthirsty. She sometimes just kills prey for fun and then starts to play with it. But because she knows that cats can tell when there are more than a dozen claw marks on a piece of prey, she eats it before she goes back to camp. You could say shes evil, but she likes to call herself, clever. She also is extremely smart, she can watch a cat do an example of something and almost mirror it perfectly.
History:
.:and my past is something to be ashamed of:.
Kit
Miserykit was named by her mother. She was named so because of the intense misery the kit had brought her. Her mother was Icelily, now ice. She had mated with a cat from another clan, and her mate had been exiled for treason, and later killed by a border patrol of another clan. So this meant that Misery grew up alone with her mother, until her mother couldn't take i anymore. Her mother ran off one day, but came back, with the dazzle of love in her eyes. She had fallen for a rouge named Scar. A few days later Icelily ran off with scar, never to be seen again.
Yet these events didn't give Miserykit her personality. She was born with it. She had an urge to learn and be powerful, very powerful. She begged the leader to teach her an time she saw the leader. But these events did give Miserykit her dark side.. .
Apprentice
Miserypaw became darker when her apprentice ceremony arrived. Darker and meaner. Now she hovers over the fate of her mother, on the edge of clan life and rouge.
Roleplay Example:
Miserypaw watched her mentor do the fighting move intently, trying to memorize every mussel that moved and every weakness in the move itself. She had to know every move so she could be powerful. She had to be good at everything. Power was what she needed, and being an apprentice offer her the earning experience. But she did not want to be a warrior. She would have to use the power the way someone Else wanted her to. The back of her mind kept on repeating he same sentence all he time. . . 'when you're done learning, leave'. She grinned. She would definitely obey the voice, it was wise. Her mentor slowed to a stop, done with the demonstration.
"Now, you try it Miserypaw," her mentor prompted.
Miserypaw nodded and began the elaborate chain of swiping an spinning, a good attack for her slender body type. She almost mirrored her mentor, doing it as well as the middle-aged warrior.
"Wow mirserypaw, you never cease to amaze me!" her mentor congratulated, rubbing her head with a paw.
"Thanks. . ." she mewed, moving away from the paw. "So, whats next?"
Codeword:
poison tears crash down
Other:
oh my gosh she is a miny Caosfire O.O mabey she and caosfire can find each other. *evil snicker*
Miserypaw
Age:
7 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Rank:
Apprentice
Clan:
eclipseclan
Picture:
Quick Description:
A gray abyssinian with bright blue eyes.
Appearance:
.:My looks are not appealing. . .:.
.:Pelt:.
Miserypaws pelt is short in length. First layer, her main color, is gray. It is pretty dull and not very appealing. This main color melts into the next layer on her underbelly. This fur is softer than the other layers and it is a dirty white. It also reaches to her chest and muzzel. Her muzzle is a darker white. Two white hash marks reach up from her eyes. The last layer also melts into the first. It is a darker gray, almost black, and is located on her spine. Also the crest of her head is this color. The tip of her tail and her pawpads are black.
.:Frame:.
Miserypaw is lithe and built for speed. Her main tactic is weaving around opponents, strikeing from all sides. She is also a very small cat, easier to duck under opponents and manuver tight spaces. Well enough battle tactics and such. She has small dainty paws and normal sized ears. Her tail is a bit longer than most, but that isnt a huge downpoint.
.:eyes:.
Miserypaws eyes are an icy blue. They are pretty much the only beutifull part of her. If they actuly looked warm they would be attractive. But they are often cold and unrevealing. No one can see one emotion in her eyes. Her death stares are very scary. . .
Personality:
.:My personality is not either:.
Miserypaw hates clan life. She hates her whole clan, and she hates starclan. Sometimes she has fantasy's of being a rouge, fantasy's that are close enough to touch. She is snappy to those of her clan but most of the time she just doesn't talk. She almost laughs when she sees a happy-go-lucky apprentice, for they know nothing pretty much. She would like to know everything, and she keeps on telling her self that is the only reason she is till with he clan. Miserypaw is also very bloodthirsty. She sometimes just kills prey for fun and then starts to play with it. But because she knows that cats can tell when there are more than a dozen claw marks on a piece of prey, she eats it before she goes back to camp. You could say shes evil, but she likes to call herself, clever. She also is extremely smart, she can watch a cat do an example of something and almost mirror it perfectly.
History:
.:and my past is something to be ashamed of:.
Kit
Miserykit was named by her mother. She was named so because of the intense misery the kit had brought her. Her mother was Icelily, now ice. She had mated with a cat from another clan, and her mate had been exiled for treason, and later killed by a border patrol of another clan. So this meant that Misery grew up alone with her mother, until her mother couldn't take i anymore. Her mother ran off one day, but came back, with the dazzle of love in her eyes. She had fallen for a rouge named Scar. A few days later Icelily ran off with scar, never to be seen again.
Yet these events didn't give Miserykit her personality. She was born with it. She had an urge to learn and be powerful, very powerful. She begged the leader to teach her an time she saw the leader. But these events did give Miserykit her dark side.. .
Apprentice
Miserypaw became darker when her apprentice ceremony arrived. Darker and meaner. Now she hovers over the fate of her mother, on the edge of clan life and rouge.
Roleplay Example:
Miserypaw watched her mentor do the fighting move intently, trying to memorize every mussel that moved and every weakness in the move itself. She had to know every move so she could be powerful. She had to be good at everything. Power was what she needed, and being an apprentice offer her the earning experience. But she did not want to be a warrior. She would have to use the power the way someone Else wanted her to. The back of her mind kept on repeating he same sentence all he time. . . 'when you're done learning, leave'. She grinned. She would definitely obey the voice, it was wise. Her mentor slowed to a stop, done with the demonstration.
"Now, you try it Miserypaw," her mentor prompted.
Miserypaw nodded and began the elaborate chain of swiping an spinning, a good attack for her slender body type. She almost mirrored her mentor, doing it as well as the middle-aged warrior.
"Wow mirserypaw, you never cease to amaze me!" her mentor congratulated, rubbing her head with a paw.
"Thanks. . ." she mewed, moving away from the paw. "So, whats next?"
Codeword:
poison tears crash down
Other:
oh my gosh she is a miny Caosfire O.O mabey she and caosfire can find each other. *evil snicker*
And that'd be cool. Chaosfire could sort of take her as her apprentice. Muahahahahahaaa...
