Post by midnightstars on Jan 3, 2008 20:25:32 GMT -5
Use it
Name: Somberpool
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Her fur shines a dark silver blue. Her ears are finely kindled points, wide at the base, thinning out to create the image of a pyramid. Her eyes are deep bright emerald, there always bright and full of mischief. Her body is slender, and well toned muscles show beneath the depths of her pelt. Her hind legs are thick and strong, her front slightly thinner. Somberpool's pads are unusually dark and black, her claws shaped like a eagles talon. Somberpool's tail is the matching colour of her pelt, and stretches long to the tip, where it becomes black as the night sky.
Actions: Somberpool's mind goes as deep as the earths core, full of thoughts about the darkness of the world. She always seems to be off wondering about StarClan and all the evil surrounding her, her deep emerald eyes always reveal when she is deep into thought for they go completely blank. Above the depth of her thoughts, she is overall, light and kind. She has always wanted to be a mother and serve her clan best. She has some ambitions of high positions, but none of a medicine cat. She rarely lets anyone into the depths of her heart, for those who she knows well, she is the sweetest cat they could ever know. For those who don't know her, she has a very sharp tongue and is hard to understand. Her temper can be held, but she easily gets frustrated, even for the rare few she shows affection for.
Past:
Kit hood: Somberkit was born during new leaf. She was the only one of her litter, becuas eher littermates both died at their birth. She spent 6 moons with her mother, playing in the nursery with the other kits.
Apprenticeship: Somberpaw was apprenticed at 6 moons to her mentor by the name of Whitewing. Only 1 moon into her training, her camp was attacked by badgers. Few cats died, but her mother was one of them. This made Somberpaw even more determined on her training. Only another moon later her father ended up dieing in a viscious battle. She continued her apprenticeship, excelling at hunting, and passing her assesments with flying colours.
Warrior: The day she was made a warrior was very proud, and sad day for Somberpaw. She found herself wishing her parents were there to see her. As her leader called the clan meeting excitement welled up inside her. The ceremony continued and she was dubbed Somberpool. She sat vigil at night silently and alone, as she was used to feeling. This is where I start roleplaying her
In Character: Somberpools silvery blue pelt glowed white underneath the moonlight. Her body a speck a ghostly speck moving quickly through the undergrowth. She had no idea where she was heading, she just needed time to clear her thoughts. Her paws made a steading pounding rhythm on the grassy forest floor. She let her body slow to a walk, pausing to taste the air. She opened her jaw to reveal sharp white teeth, drawing in air towards her scent glands. Her mouth began to water as the taste of mouse flowed towards her. Flicking her ears around she heard little scuttling in the undergrowth. She slunk down into a hunters crouch as the mouse scuttled slowly out of the ferns. She crept slowly towards her prey, talons unsheathed, each pawstep soft and silent. She was only a tail-length away, she braced her haunches and sprung forward forepaws stretched out. She landed on top the mouse killing it with one swift bite the the back of its neck. Somberpool grabbed up the mouse in her jaw by the tail. She turned around and loped silently back to the direction of the camp.
Relationships/Kin: None, all her kin have died. But she hopes to find a mate...
Other: Song suiting her personality is In The End, by Linkin Park
Codewords: Poison, Tears, Crash, Down
Name: Somberpool
Gender: Female
Age: 14 moons
Clan: MoonClan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Her fur shines a dark silver blue. Her ears are finely kindled points, wide at the base, thinning out to create the image of a pyramid. Her eyes are deep bright emerald, there always bright and full of mischief. Her body is slender, and well toned muscles show beneath the depths of her pelt. Her hind legs are thick and strong, her front slightly thinner. Somberpool's pads are unusually dark and black, her claws shaped like a eagles talon. Somberpool's tail is the matching colour of her pelt, and stretches long to the tip, where it becomes black as the night sky.
Actions: Somberpool's mind goes as deep as the earths core, full of thoughts about the darkness of the world. She always seems to be off wondering about StarClan and all the evil surrounding her, her deep emerald eyes always reveal when she is deep into thought for they go completely blank. Above the depth of her thoughts, she is overall, light and kind. She has always wanted to be a mother and serve her clan best. She has some ambitions of high positions, but none of a medicine cat. She rarely lets anyone into the depths of her heart, for those who she knows well, she is the sweetest cat they could ever know. For those who don't know her, she has a very sharp tongue and is hard to understand. Her temper can be held, but she easily gets frustrated, even for the rare few she shows affection for.
Past:
Kit hood: Somberkit was born during new leaf. She was the only one of her litter, becuas eher littermates both died at their birth. She spent 6 moons with her mother, playing in the nursery with the other kits.
Apprenticeship: Somberpaw was apprenticed at 6 moons to her mentor by the name of Whitewing. Only 1 moon into her training, her camp was attacked by badgers. Few cats died, but her mother was one of them. This made Somberpaw even more determined on her training. Only another moon later her father ended up dieing in a viscious battle. She continued her apprenticeship, excelling at hunting, and passing her assesments with flying colours.
Warrior: The day she was made a warrior was very proud, and sad day for Somberpaw. She found herself wishing her parents were there to see her. As her leader called the clan meeting excitement welled up inside her. The ceremony continued and she was dubbed Somberpool. She sat vigil at night silently and alone, as she was used to feeling. This is where I start roleplaying her
In Character: Somberpools silvery blue pelt glowed white underneath the moonlight. Her body a speck a ghostly speck moving quickly through the undergrowth. She had no idea where she was heading, she just needed time to clear her thoughts. Her paws made a steading pounding rhythm on the grassy forest floor. She let her body slow to a walk, pausing to taste the air. She opened her jaw to reveal sharp white teeth, drawing in air towards her scent glands. Her mouth began to water as the taste of mouse flowed towards her. Flicking her ears around she heard little scuttling in the undergrowth. She slunk down into a hunters crouch as the mouse scuttled slowly out of the ferns. She crept slowly towards her prey, talons unsheathed, each pawstep soft and silent. She was only a tail-length away, she braced her haunches and sprung forward forepaws stretched out. She landed on top the mouse killing it with one swift bite the the back of its neck. Somberpool grabbed up the mouse in her jaw by the tail. She turned around and loped silently back to the direction of the camp.
Relationships/Kin: None, all her kin have died. But she hopes to find a mate...
Other: Song suiting her personality is In The End, by Linkin Park
Codewords: Poison, Tears, Crash, Down
