Post by shorepaw on Jun 22, 2007 21:46:25 GMT -5
Name: Shorepaw[/blockquote]
Gender: female
Age: six moons
Clan: SerenityClan
Rank: apprentice
Looks: Shorepaw's fur is short in length and smooth in texture. It covers her small, petite body in a wispy halo, and gives her a slightly bigger appearance. Her base coat is a soft auburn, and over that lies night-black splashes of jet-black. White caps her muzzle and the strip of pale fur down her throat, as well as her paws. The eyes that glow from this small kitten's head are a navy blue, full of fire and anger at others, at times. She is not plump, but she is not slim or slender, either. Shorepaw is still burning off her kitten fat, though she has come out of most of it through growth and age. Her tail seems the biggest part of her body -- thick and brushlike, she wraps it around her white paws when she is contemplating or when she is gloating.
Actions: Shorepaw is a bouncy she-cat, to say the least. It seems she is always moving around, always looking for something to to play with or someone to annoy. Some would say this was true. Shorepaw rarely thinks before she acts, and does very foolish things sometimes. Despite this, she is brave, courageous, and full of humor and spirit. No one can break her down -- she's fast as a lightning bolt and she rarely regrets her decisions. This makes her an able warrior, although brains is something she never really has or had. Shorepaw, being herself, is much more interested in play than work, though she'll do it with a flash or flare of spirit. That's who she is -- and that's who she will always be.
Past: Shorepaw's mother was an she-cat named Shadeflower, dark tortoiseshell pelted and with a bright, gentle, optimistic attitude that was too sweet for this world. Very weak after the birth of her daughter, she abandoned the cruel, cold world with an enigmatic smile painted over her ivory lips. Shadeflower's single tortie kit was given to an older nursery queen with long gray fur and green eyes. She named the little baby Shorekit, for her pelt and for the clear blue eyes that would obviously not abandon their color, ever. The old gray she-cat had no kits of her own, since the last ones died, and so Shorekit was welcomed gratefully into the femme's paws. Very devoted to her adopted mother, the tortie was, and was weaned at the proper age. She was healthy, but she had the same small frame her late mother had. Every bit her mother, which made Fogcoat love her daughter even more. Unfortunately, just at the age of her apprenticing, Fogcoat left the nurseries to walk the starry paths of StarClan. Though she was not forgotten, she was no longer missed by Shorepaw.
In Character: taken from another site!Her pawsteps were soft whispers against the dust--nonetheless, a cloud of pale brown shrouded her entirely, until the only thing glowing back from the ominous shroud were her crystallized blue eyes. Crystalpaw, the daughter of Jetheart and Nightlight and granddaughter of both Darkstar and Sunstar stood, rigid, her pale eyes softly taking in the beautiful sunset.
Always, were her dreams crushed.
As a kitten, living peacefully with her family, she had dreamed of staying with them forever. Her grandparents, Darkstar and Sunstar, their new kits, Cedarkit and Venomkit, her mother, Nightlight, and her twin sister, Violetkit, were the only things in her life that mattered. She didn't care about the rest of the world, simply because she didn't know of it.
That dream was brutally crushed.
Both of her grandparents raced back to defend their Clans from the Faithful Shadows, being slaughtered. Nightlight, her mother, had run to Sunstar's aid, and died at the claws of Swiftcloud, now a rogue. She had bleakly stared at the corpse of her mother, unable to cry as simply as Violetkit, and yet, she did not brush it off as easily as her sister or her uncle, Cedarkit. Her rage had lashed out brutally, at those nearest her, and always a dark cloud of anger loomed over her emotions, shielding her from any beams of sunlight in her life.
Sighing, the fluffy silver tabby she-cat looked up at the red sky, her blue eyes glimmering softly. Crystalpaw knew it was wrong to wish others dead, even if they were murderers. Yet, she had done just that. At the battle, she had arrived, knowing full well she was prepared to murder even the smallest, most innocent kit.
That was her second dream.
Unfortunately or fortunately, she did not know, but Crystalpaw was distracted by her concern for Violetpaw and was involved in a conversation with a less-brutal tom. She had no slain anyone! Broodingly, her pale, fluffy gray tail twined with the high moorland grasses. Staring into the broad gold of the sun, and behind that the pale blue sky, she saw her own eyes staring back at her.
She shuddered, her tail wrapping comfortingly around her paws, her own eyes glazing over. She didn't want to hate -- she wanted to love! She deserved love just as much as the rest of her Clan. Why did she not receive it?
Did StarClan hate her for Darkstar and Sunstar's deeds? Were they really that evil? Her stare lowered to her pale feet. No. The only evil one here is me.
Relationships/Kin: [sire] unknown [deceased]
[dam] Shadeflower [deceased]
[foster dam] Fogcoat
Other: Nothing.
Codewords: poison tears crash down[/blockquote][/size]
