Post by syd on Jan 20, 2009 18:09:15 GMT -5
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Definition:
A storm is a heavy fall of rain, snow, or hail, or a violent outbreak of thunder and lightning, unaccompanied by strong winds. A poppy is a vivid red to reddish orange - resembling scarlet - flower.
Gender:
Female
Age:
Thirteen Moons
Clan:
EclipseClan
Rank:
Warrior
Looks:
A crimson coat graces the frame of this she-cat. Her paws and stomach areas are a soft, creamy fluff, while her shoulders and back are grazed with a deeper, more intense red pelt. Her face reflects a mixture of the colors of her fur, with darker cheeks, nose and forehead, but whiter-tipped ears and muzzle.
Small, delicate paws extend into long, lean legs. Her fur is medium in length, not to long so you can see the figure beneath it, but not to short so that it shows the exact curve of her body. Her head is held high. Always chin up proud. Stormpoppy's small nose is a light pink on her small scarlet muzzle. Her creamy ears are nice round triangles that are not tall, but nor are they short. Her tail is fluffy and is mostly white with the exception of a few scarlet flecks and a orange dab at the tip of it.
Stormpoppy's eyes are a stormy grey. Dark rain clouds fill her orbs.
Small, delicate paws extend into long, lean legs. Her fur is medium in length, not to long so you can see the figure beneath it, but not to short so that it shows the exact curve of her body. Her head is held high. Always chin up proud. Stormpoppy's small nose is a light pink on her small scarlet muzzle. Her creamy ears are nice round triangles that are not tall, but nor are they short. Her tail is fluffy and is mostly white with the exception of a few scarlet flecks and a orange dab at the tip of it.
Stormpoppy's eyes are a stormy grey. Dark rain clouds fill her orbs.
Actions:
Stormpoppy's attitude is doesn't go against her eyes or her pelt, but it doesn't go with them either. She's a stubborn she-cat. She holds a lot of pride in herself, and knows what she wants. She has a fine line between being pushy and being pushed. She's not really mean she just is stubborn. Mostly. Though she has never really liked apprentices, she doesn't go and pick fights with them. Again, she has a lot of pride. She doesn't want cats to not like her. But then again she doesn't care if cats do or don't like her. Even when she is hurt she doesn't like to as for help. Asking for help is like attempting a weakness. Fortunately she mostly doesn't need help. She's good at being a warrior, and she knows it. Her boiling point is high, and when you hit it, it takes a while to get back to the lukewarm areas. So any enimies you better beware. She's not very agreeable once she gets her mind set.
Past:
Stormpoppy was born to Blackstripe and Greenfoot. Stormkit lived a satisfying - if unfulfilling - kithood. In apprenticeship, her mentor was Greenfoot. He was a surprisingly hard mentor to his daughter. He pushed her to complete exhaustion each day. Stormpaw bore bruises after training sessions. When she wasn't training, she was hunting. If she didn't bring back enough fresh-kill, she was sent back until she brought back an acceptable amount approved by her father. When she wasn't hunting, she was on patrols. There were always loyal and hard-working warriors with her when she was on patrols. She learned to sniff out every single scent there was to smell when she was on patrols. Stormpaw was not even allowed to think about doing just what was acceptable. She was pushed to her very limit and over on everything she did. And even though she was the hardest working apprentice of all, she was kept an apprentice longer than the rest of her den-mates. This pushed Stormpaw to the edge. She could not believe it. Cats that she had known when they were born became her den-mates. A cat that was twelve moons old with a bunch of cats that were six moons. It was horrible. Fortunately she was made a warrior before her new attitude kicked in. Stormpoppy knew she was good, she knew that she had always been pushed to do the best. But she became stubborn. Of course she did what she was told by the leader, but she didn't volunteer for things as she might have if she hadn't been kept an apprentice for so long.
In Character:
Stormpoppy raised to her feet slowly. Her tail flicked casually. Shaking her head the she-cat walked to the entrance of the Warriors den. Sitting down she curled her tail around her paws. She watched the moving cats. It was no longer just waking up. It hadn't been awake too long but she watched as a hunting party that had been sent out at dawn come in and added their prey to the fresh kill pile. She scrutinized the cats that mingled in the area. Then her eyes went to the apprentice den. None of them were pushed to exhaustion during training sessions. She shook her head. The deputy or some other warrior would be looking for her so that she could go on a patrol or hunting party. Might as well show herself before she got in trouble.
Relationships/Kin:
Father;; Greenfoot |unknown| Mother;; Blackstripe |unknown|
Other:
Codewords:
PAINTING PORTRAITS OF GHOSTS
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