Post by moonchaser on Aug 7, 2006 18:09:10 GMT -5
Name:
Courage through the Storm
(nickname: Coura pronounced: koo-ra)
Age:
27 Moons
Gender:
Femme
Clan:
N/A
Rank:
Loner
Description:
Very small, slender femme. Loner legs and a short, rounded-point tail stretches from a long, thin body. Delicate paws conceal hookd, thorn-sharp claws. Short dark gray fur covers the she-cat's sillhouete with warmth and beauty. It's sleek brilliance is smoked with white and gray patches, blending to a pretty smoke point. A bold, brave face with sharp, electrifying indigo optics. Large, black-tipped ears crown the femme's haed just above a short, broad muzzle.
Personality:
Quiet and unspoken, the femme is unknown among the other loners, as she stays to herself. Though shy, the she-cat has a loyal heart and a burning courage and bravery. The loner is sincere and forgiving. She is always truthful and respects others' secrets. She has the strenght and will of a RockClanner and the intelligence and speed of a cat of SpiderClan. The female refuses to fight and always knows there is a way to work out dillemas with words and touch, not claws and fangs. The femme is self-suffiecent and lonely.
Picture:
no such luck finding one...srry! though i do have an example of a smoke point: www.rfwclub.org/G/smoke.jpg
History
Borne an only kit, her sire a rogue, the femme livesd a happy life with her soft Kittypet mother. She fit in well among the other kittypet children, until one storming night her mother -- Zinnia -- took her deep into the surrounding forest. Zinnia knew she was dying and the Kittypet needed to find a sanctuary for the unnamed kitten. Zinnia went to the only place she knew the she-kit would be safe -- her mate. But the young mother collapsed before traveling more than halfway to rogue territory...
RP Example:
The pretty red-brown Kittypet stumbled through the forest underbrush, stones cutting into her pawpads, though Zinnia felt nothing. She could feel the sickness spreading to her paws, her limbs, her senses... The kit dangled from her jaws like the thread of her life. Zinnia's unnamed child mewled helplessly into the night.
Hush, young one!
Zinnia growled through her kit's scruff the queens' eyes glazing as the world around her blurred. Not much longer...now...
The female let out a yowl of pain as a jolt of gnawing agony struck the back of her neck. The kitten was flung from Zinnia's maw, the kit letting out a pained squeak upon impact with the mossy floor. The red-brown she-cat wriggled through the grass to her kin.
I'll be going soon, child...
Zinnia rasped, death taking her slowly into its paws.
Momma...?
The little she-cat mewled quietly, her indigo eyes sparkling with tears. A bright flash of lighting streaked through the dark sky. The kit squeaked, terrified. She scrambled to her mothers' flank. The rain heavied to a downpour, small pellets of ice streaking to the forest floor with the chilly rain.
You must stay strong, little one,
Zinnia meowed as her kit pressed closer after a bone-rattling boom of thunder.
Keep faith always, and remain brave...
Everything was becoming darker now for Zinnia. Her voice was frail and her body limp.
Remain brave, my Courage through the Storm.
Other:
er...The End?
Courage through the Storm
(nickname: Coura pronounced: koo-ra)
Age:
27 Moons
Gender:
Femme
Clan:
N/A
Rank:
Loner
Description:
Very small, slender femme. Loner legs and a short, rounded-point tail stretches from a long, thin body. Delicate paws conceal hookd, thorn-sharp claws. Short dark gray fur covers the she-cat's sillhouete with warmth and beauty. It's sleek brilliance is smoked with white and gray patches, blending to a pretty smoke point. A bold, brave face with sharp, electrifying indigo optics. Large, black-tipped ears crown the femme's haed just above a short, broad muzzle.
Personality:
Quiet and unspoken, the femme is unknown among the other loners, as she stays to herself. Though shy, the she-cat has a loyal heart and a burning courage and bravery. The loner is sincere and forgiving. She is always truthful and respects others' secrets. She has the strenght and will of a RockClanner and the intelligence and speed of a cat of SpiderClan. The female refuses to fight and always knows there is a way to work out dillemas with words and touch, not claws and fangs. The femme is self-suffiecent and lonely.
Picture:
no such luck finding one...srry! though i do have an example of a smoke point: www.rfwclub.org/G/smoke.jpg
History
Borne an only kit, her sire a rogue, the femme livesd a happy life with her soft Kittypet mother. She fit in well among the other kittypet children, until one storming night her mother -- Zinnia -- took her deep into the surrounding forest. Zinnia knew she was dying and the Kittypet needed to find a sanctuary for the unnamed kitten. Zinnia went to the only place she knew the she-kit would be safe -- her mate. But the young mother collapsed before traveling more than halfway to rogue territory...
RP Example:
The pretty red-brown Kittypet stumbled through the forest underbrush, stones cutting into her pawpads, though Zinnia felt nothing. She could feel the sickness spreading to her paws, her limbs, her senses... The kit dangled from her jaws like the thread of her life. Zinnia's unnamed child mewled helplessly into the night.
Hush, young one!
Zinnia growled through her kit's scruff the queens' eyes glazing as the world around her blurred. Not much longer...now...
The female let out a yowl of pain as a jolt of gnawing agony struck the back of her neck. The kitten was flung from Zinnia's maw, the kit letting out a pained squeak upon impact with the mossy floor. The red-brown she-cat wriggled through the grass to her kin.
I'll be going soon, child...
Zinnia rasped, death taking her slowly into its paws.
Momma...?
The little she-cat mewled quietly, her indigo eyes sparkling with tears. A bright flash of lighting streaked through the dark sky. The kit squeaked, terrified. She scrambled to her mothers' flank. The rain heavied to a downpour, small pellets of ice streaking to the forest floor with the chilly rain.
You must stay strong, little one,
Zinnia meowed as her kit pressed closer after a bone-rattling boom of thunder.
Keep faith always, and remain brave...
Everything was becoming darker now for Zinnia. Her voice was frail and her body limp.
Remain brave, my Courage through the Storm.
Other:
er...The End?
