Post by Tinder ,,,||,,, on Aug 9, 2006 15:57:38 GMT -5
Name:
Tinderhaze
Age:
18 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Clan:
SpiderClan
Rank:
Warrior (to be queen?)
Description:
A slightly smaller feline, Tinderhaze is breathtakingly beautiful, although none of her peltage is that of what you call "unusual". With a main appearance of newly-fallen snow, it is covered with easily defined ginger tabby stripes, for the most part, a darker type of ginger. This is why tom's find her so ravishing. Her forehead, and the nape of her neck, are smothered by this bright fiery tint, as is her tail. Tinderhaze's left shoulderblade, as well as the left side of her belly, are also hidden by this blaze of ginger. Her eyes are a lively pale green, some would say gray, although when up close, it is very easily noticed as pale green. Her small, triangular nose is a very bright fuschia.
Personality:
Although her size does not gather up to others, and make her seem a bit feeble, Tinderhaze definately makes up for it in spirit. With the heart of a kit, she will warm any cat's heart, even that of an enemy Clan cat. She loves to leap at leaves, however foolish that may seem, and takes an extreme fondness with SpiderClan kits, helping them along, and taking their mother's place when need be. Even with her miscellaneous and supposedly innocent actions, Tinderhaze's tongue is as sharp as a thorn, equipped with tart come-backs, soothing coos, and etcetera. All in all, Tinderhaze is quite the pawful.
Picture:
History:
Nothing serious taints Tinderhaze's mind, as it does to many other cats. Born the fragile runt of a litter of three, Tinderkit was seriously misunderstood by her brother, Smokekit, and constantly bullied by him, mocked in public. While, on the other hand, her sister, Fernkit, held no shame in loving Tinderkit, and took all responsibility in bringing up Tinderkit's spirits when their mother died of old age. Soon Smokekit, Fernkit, and Tinderkit were made apprentices together. Tinderpaw was still confused by her mother's absence, Fernpaw drifted away from all her family when she fell in love with her denmate Swiftpaw, and, surprisingly, Smokepaw gained that brotherly love, and to this day, they remain very close siblings. Three moons later, Tinderpaw witnessed Smokepaw's warrior ceremony, earlier than hers because of his very-easily-noticed loyalty to SpiderClan. He became Smokelight, and gained many warrior duties, but never strayed from Tinderpaw's side. Sadly, a moon later, Fernpaw was banished from their Clan, because she was caught helping a few cats from SweetClan, giving them food and shelter. Swiftpaw, who had become Swiftbeak with Smokelight, followed her. Tinderpaw was the last to become a warrior, at fifteen moons.
RP Example:
Tinderhaze, why are you always so happy? The light gray tom spoke to the pretty ginger and white she-cat beside him, as they padded through the territory of SpiderClan. The siblings had been told to patrol the whole territory, and they found it quite relaxing, as nothing serious had happened yet, and they were three quarters of the way done.
The she's pale green eyes blinked, and her head twisted to look into her Smokelight's ice blue eyes. Because if I were sad, or strict, or stern, throughout life, I would find no gift that life gives me.
Smokelight paused for a slip second, before continuing his journey. His eyes were puzzled. How had his jolly little sister gotten so quoteful, for that was a very good quote indeed. I suppose you have a point, he admitted, faking his grudging glance.
Tinderhaze caught the slight movement of his orbs, and a quiet, gentle laugh chimed from her vocals. Ah, come on, Smokelight - I'll beat you back to Camp! Her paws took off racing, towards the edge of their territory.
Smokelight loped after her, his long legs easily keeping pace with her slightly shorter white ones. But their race was very short, for Tinderhaze had halted, eyes wide and beseeching. W-Who could've d-done this?
At this point, Smokelight knew there was something terribly wrong. What else could make Tinderhaze's voice quiver, supposedly from fear? Edging to her side, hackles rising suspiciously, he let a gasp escape. There, before them, was the body of a jet black cat. Scarcely breathing.
Other: No, not really!
Tinderhaze
Age:
18 Moons
Gender:
She-Cat
Clan:
SpiderClan
Rank:
Warrior (to be queen?)
Description:
A slightly smaller feline, Tinderhaze is breathtakingly beautiful, although none of her peltage is that of what you call "unusual". With a main appearance of newly-fallen snow, it is covered with easily defined ginger tabby stripes, for the most part, a darker type of ginger. This is why tom's find her so ravishing. Her forehead, and the nape of her neck, are smothered by this bright fiery tint, as is her tail. Tinderhaze's left shoulderblade, as well as the left side of her belly, are also hidden by this blaze of ginger. Her eyes are a lively pale green, some would say gray, although when up close, it is very easily noticed as pale green. Her small, triangular nose is a very bright fuschia.
Personality:
Although her size does not gather up to others, and make her seem a bit feeble, Tinderhaze definately makes up for it in spirit. With the heart of a kit, she will warm any cat's heart, even that of an enemy Clan cat. She loves to leap at leaves, however foolish that may seem, and takes an extreme fondness with SpiderClan kits, helping them along, and taking their mother's place when need be. Even with her miscellaneous and supposedly innocent actions, Tinderhaze's tongue is as sharp as a thorn, equipped with tart come-backs, soothing coos, and etcetera. All in all, Tinderhaze is quite the pawful.
Picture:
History:
Nothing serious taints Tinderhaze's mind, as it does to many other cats. Born the fragile runt of a litter of three, Tinderkit was seriously misunderstood by her brother, Smokekit, and constantly bullied by him, mocked in public. While, on the other hand, her sister, Fernkit, held no shame in loving Tinderkit, and took all responsibility in bringing up Tinderkit's spirits when their mother died of old age. Soon Smokekit, Fernkit, and Tinderkit were made apprentices together. Tinderpaw was still confused by her mother's absence, Fernpaw drifted away from all her family when she fell in love with her denmate Swiftpaw, and, surprisingly, Smokepaw gained that brotherly love, and to this day, they remain very close siblings. Three moons later, Tinderpaw witnessed Smokepaw's warrior ceremony, earlier than hers because of his very-easily-noticed loyalty to SpiderClan. He became Smokelight, and gained many warrior duties, but never strayed from Tinderpaw's side. Sadly, a moon later, Fernpaw was banished from their Clan, because she was caught helping a few cats from SweetClan, giving them food and shelter. Swiftpaw, who had become Swiftbeak with Smokelight, followed her. Tinderpaw was the last to become a warrior, at fifteen moons.
RP Example:
Tinderhaze, why are you always so happy? The light gray tom spoke to the pretty ginger and white she-cat beside him, as they padded through the territory of SpiderClan. The siblings had been told to patrol the whole territory, and they found it quite relaxing, as nothing serious had happened yet, and they were three quarters of the way done.
The she's pale green eyes blinked, and her head twisted to look into her Smokelight's ice blue eyes. Because if I were sad, or strict, or stern, throughout life, I would find no gift that life gives me.
Smokelight paused for a slip second, before continuing his journey. His eyes were puzzled. How had his jolly little sister gotten so quoteful, for that was a very good quote indeed. I suppose you have a point, he admitted, faking his grudging glance.
Tinderhaze caught the slight movement of his orbs, and a quiet, gentle laugh chimed from her vocals. Ah, come on, Smokelight - I'll beat you back to Camp! Her paws took off racing, towards the edge of their territory.
Smokelight loped after her, his long legs easily keeping pace with her slightly shorter white ones. But their race was very short, for Tinderhaze had halted, eyes wide and beseeching. W-Who could've d-done this?
At this point, Smokelight knew there was something terribly wrong. What else could make Tinderhaze's voice quiver, supposedly from fear? Edging to her side, hackles rising suspiciously, he let a gasp escape. There, before them, was the body of a jet black cat. Scarcely breathing.
Other: No, not really!
Accepted.