Post by lycan on Feb 10, 2008 10:58:08 GMT -5
Name: Scarredowl
Gender: She-Cat
Age: 20 Moons
Clan: Cloudclan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Scarredheart is a silver tortoiseshell-tabby mix whose pelt is ladeled in thick, black stripes that resemble tree trunks against snow. Her dappled silvery white pelt is medium length--not short, but not long either--and rather thin. Between each individual stripe are tiny flecks of dark and light grays Her body is covered in dozens of scars, the most prominant ones on her face. Down from the outer corners of her almond-shaped jade green eyes are two massive white scars that drip down and end in a swirl on her cheeks on either side of her face. From her mouth two more scars are found, curling up to her jaw bones in a hideous constant grin. Much like her brother's her facial features are sharp and angular, much like those of a bird's, thus explaining the 'owl' part of her name.
Actions: Scarredowl is a timid she-cat witha deep love and respect for those around her. She'd make a fine mother one day if she'd be a little more careful when out by herself. Due to her undying compassion for her clan, Scarredowl is more than willing to do whatever it takes to prove to herself that she can carry out the duties of a warrior despite the fact she's not exactly the most coordinated in the clan. The grin that has been carved up into her face is now a mere sham of what she used to be. More than often she will be found off by herself, wallowing over her ruined face. Not once since the incident leaving her this badly scarred has she smiled willingly.
Past: Unlike her brother, Scarredhowl never knew her mother and most certainly didn't know her father either. Her eyes didn't open until after she was made an apprentice. Out of pity she'd been spared from being sentenced to the Elder's Den for it was thought she had no eyes beneath her sealed lids.
Moments after she was made an apprentice she walked out of camp from Cloudclan territory and wandered off into the world, a timid frown upon her face. She'd left the territory and after a long while found that she was lost. The reek of rogues filled her nose as she sat in the shadows, hopelessly lost. It wasn't long before someone began talking to her, she didn't recognize the voice, but assumed that it was nobody dangerous. She'd been lead to believe that everything in the world was peachy-keen and ever-so-pleasnat all the time. It was mere seconds before she found herself pinned down, the voice suddenly cruel and terrible. "Open your eyes when I'm talking to you." They ordered, Scarredowl was too shocked to respond. "I'll do it for you then." They snapped, clawing open her lids and for the first time revealing the bright and shining world to poor Scarredowl, known as Scarredpaw then. Trembling, she tried to get away, but couldn't manage to do so.
"Be happy," the voice purred, "You can see my pretty face now."
Still Scarredpaw struggled to escape, causing annoyance to the rogue who hovered over her. A low growl emmitting from their throat, they carved their claw into the poor apprentice's cheeks, filling her mouth with blood. "That ought to teach you some obedience!" They cackled, letting her up. Swiftly she fled back the way she came, following her scent trail back towards camp.
Moons later she finally achieved her warrior name, Scarredowl, named for her damaged body and large, owl-like eyes mixed with pointed features.
Relationships/Kin: -see Foxfire-
Other: Vaguely remembers her siblings
[/size][/font]Gender: She-Cat
Age: 20 Moons
Clan: Cloudclan
Rank: Warrior
Looks: Scarredheart is a silver tortoiseshell-tabby mix whose pelt is ladeled in thick, black stripes that resemble tree trunks against snow. Her dappled silvery white pelt is medium length--not short, but not long either--and rather thin. Between each individual stripe are tiny flecks of dark and light grays Her body is covered in dozens of scars, the most prominant ones on her face. Down from the outer corners of her almond-shaped jade green eyes are two massive white scars that drip down and end in a swirl on her cheeks on either side of her face. From her mouth two more scars are found, curling up to her jaw bones in a hideous constant grin. Much like her brother's her facial features are sharp and angular, much like those of a bird's, thus explaining the 'owl' part of her name.
Actions: Scarredowl is a timid she-cat witha deep love and respect for those around her. She'd make a fine mother one day if she'd be a little more careful when out by herself. Due to her undying compassion for her clan, Scarredowl is more than willing to do whatever it takes to prove to herself that she can carry out the duties of a warrior despite the fact she's not exactly the most coordinated in the clan. The grin that has been carved up into her face is now a mere sham of what she used to be. More than often she will be found off by herself, wallowing over her ruined face. Not once since the incident leaving her this badly scarred has she smiled willingly.
Past: Unlike her brother, Scarredhowl never knew her mother and most certainly didn't know her father either. Her eyes didn't open until after she was made an apprentice. Out of pity she'd been spared from being sentenced to the Elder's Den for it was thought she had no eyes beneath her sealed lids.
Moments after she was made an apprentice she walked out of camp from Cloudclan territory and wandered off into the world, a timid frown upon her face. She'd left the territory and after a long while found that she was lost. The reek of rogues filled her nose as she sat in the shadows, hopelessly lost. It wasn't long before someone began talking to her, she didn't recognize the voice, but assumed that it was nobody dangerous. She'd been lead to believe that everything in the world was peachy-keen and ever-so-pleasnat all the time. It was mere seconds before she found herself pinned down, the voice suddenly cruel and terrible. "Open your eyes when I'm talking to you." They ordered, Scarredowl was too shocked to respond. "I'll do it for you then." They snapped, clawing open her lids and for the first time revealing the bright and shining world to poor Scarredowl, known as Scarredpaw then. Trembling, she tried to get away, but couldn't manage to do so.
"Be happy," the voice purred, "You can see my pretty face now."
Still Scarredpaw struggled to escape, causing annoyance to the rogue who hovered over her. A low growl emmitting from their throat, they carved their claw into the poor apprentice's cheeks, filling her mouth with blood. "That ought to teach you some obedience!" They cackled, letting her up. Swiftly she fled back the way she came, following her scent trail back towards camp.
Moons later she finally achieved her warrior name, Scarredowl, named for her damaged body and large, owl-like eyes mixed with pointed features.
Relationships/Kin: -see Foxfire-
Other: Vaguely remembers her siblings
