Post by quietwind on Mar 3, 2007 20:22:58 GMT -5
Name: Quietwind
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Lightclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Quietwind is a brown tabby she-cat with a single white foot and a white tailtip. Like most Lightclan cats, she is lithe and skinny. She has the usual yellowish-brownish eyes that most cats have, which rarely reveal any of her real emotions. She isn't really a remarkable cat in any way, though there is a certain thing about her, like there's something missing. She often acts small, even though she's average size for Lightclan.
Personality:As her name suggests, Quietwind rarely speaks. She is very shy, and doesn't particularly like gatherings. Even to her closest friends, she still doesn't talk. Quietwind often just sits and listens, and due to her ablility to not be noticed, she often hears a lot. Quietwind just pulls into herself, she doesn't turn heads when she comes to a group. She works to be invisible. Quietwind is almost silent, where ever she goes. When her emotions appear on that rare occasion, it's usually grief and sadness spilling over. She is terrified of fire (see history), even more so than any other clan cat, and she never takes physical risks, ever. Quietwind is a cat who does not mess with fate.
History
As an apprentice, Quietwind was still rather shy, but more talkative than she is now. Her best friend, Nightpaw, often got big ideas for adventure and thrilled in rebellion. Once she got the idea to go to the Fire Grounds while they flamed from the twoleg's fire. Nightpaw jumped into the flames and began playing between burning tufts of grass. Quietwind stayed just outside the flames reluctantly and apprehensively tried to get Nightpaw to come out. Instead, the apprentice decided to try her luck at jumping over bits of fire. She got lucky the first few times, but on her fourth jump her soft black belly fur caught fire and she ran frantically around, her pelt burning.
Quietwind watched her friend burn to death, and from that day on, she was nearly silent, and much more shy than ever before.
RP Example:
Nightpaw's yowls filled her mind: "Quietpaw, help! Help! I'm burning! I'm burning! Help me!" The smell of burning fur and flesh, the dancing of flames. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. She was helpless. A yowl pierced her ears, and her heart. A yowl full of pain, fear, guilt. Guilt for ever leaving camp at night. For ever going near the Fire Grounds while they burned so brightly.
Quietwind woke up, gasping. Around her warm bodies slept peacefully. She took a deep breath, and tried to avoid thinking of her vivid dream. She tried to avoid thoughts of that terrible night, that terrible event. But they came. The thoughts came like unwanted flies in the summertime. They reminded her of her guilt. She could have saved Nightpaw, but like a coward, she had sat and stared.
She had been so close when Nightpaw had died. Close enough to smell the fear scent through the scent of burning flesh. She could have been more demanding, telling Nightpaw she had to get out of the fire. But no, she had been helpless, cowardly.
Quietwind shuddered and set her head on her paws, closing her eyes and her mind to any more thoughts.
It would be a long night.
Other:
Um, no, I think that's it.
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Lightclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Quietwind is a brown tabby she-cat with a single white foot and a white tailtip. Like most Lightclan cats, she is lithe and skinny. She has the usual yellowish-brownish eyes that most cats have, which rarely reveal any of her real emotions. She isn't really a remarkable cat in any way, though there is a certain thing about her, like there's something missing. She often acts small, even though she's average size for Lightclan.
Personality:As her name suggests, Quietwind rarely speaks. She is very shy, and doesn't particularly like gatherings. Even to her closest friends, she still doesn't talk. Quietwind often just sits and listens, and due to her ablility to not be noticed, she often hears a lot. Quietwind just pulls into herself, she doesn't turn heads when she comes to a group. She works to be invisible. Quietwind is almost silent, where ever she goes. When her emotions appear on that rare occasion, it's usually grief and sadness spilling over. She is terrified of fire (see history), even more so than any other clan cat, and she never takes physical risks, ever. Quietwind is a cat who does not mess with fate.
History
As an apprentice, Quietwind was still rather shy, but more talkative than she is now. Her best friend, Nightpaw, often got big ideas for adventure and thrilled in rebellion. Once she got the idea to go to the Fire Grounds while they flamed from the twoleg's fire. Nightpaw jumped into the flames and began playing between burning tufts of grass. Quietwind stayed just outside the flames reluctantly and apprehensively tried to get Nightpaw to come out. Instead, the apprentice decided to try her luck at jumping over bits of fire. She got lucky the first few times, but on her fourth jump her soft black belly fur caught fire and she ran frantically around, her pelt burning.
Quietwind watched her friend burn to death, and from that day on, she was nearly silent, and much more shy than ever before.
RP Example:
Nightpaw's yowls filled her mind: "Quietpaw, help! Help! I'm burning! I'm burning! Help me!" The smell of burning fur and flesh, the dancing of flames. She couldn't move. Couldn't speak. Couldn't breathe. She was helpless. A yowl pierced her ears, and her heart. A yowl full of pain, fear, guilt. Guilt for ever leaving camp at night. For ever going near the Fire Grounds while they burned so brightly.
Quietwind woke up, gasping. Around her warm bodies slept peacefully. She took a deep breath, and tried to avoid thinking of her vivid dream. She tried to avoid thoughts of that terrible night, that terrible event. But they came. The thoughts came like unwanted flies in the summertime. They reminded her of her guilt. She could have saved Nightpaw, but like a coward, she had sat and stared.
She had been so close when Nightpaw had died. Close enough to smell the fear scent through the scent of burning flesh. She could have been more demanding, telling Nightpaw she had to get out of the fire. But no, she had been helpless, cowardly.
Quietwind shuddered and set her head on her paws, closing her eyes and her mind to any more thoughts.
It would be a long night.
Other:
Um, no, I think that's it.