Post by fade on Nov 1, 2007 10:26:41 GMT -7
roleplay sample; [ My white wolf Sentinel on another forum. <3~ ]
nAME; Willowfeather
aGE; Three
gENDER; Female
cLAN; ThunderClan
rANK; Warrior
sHORT dESCRIPTION; Daring gray and white tabby she-cat with a wild tangle of black stripes and pale jade and blue eyes.
pERSONALITY; [ -take a chance- ]
Willowfeather is a very daring she-cat. She laughs rather indiginously in the face of danger, and doesn't mind taking a risk. It's her middle name, if you will, and although she is daring, it has begun to kindle as her spiritful daringness does dwindle slightly, replaced by a more mature sarcasticness, tongue dripping with a sadistic tone more often. However, a lot of the times her fear is concealed, but when it isn't, it's obvious. Willowfeather is probably the one most likely to say, "Let's do it!" more than any one else, being a bit reckless as due to her father.
[ - one tiny detail - ]
Willowfeather is, overall, brave and courageous. Although said before, daring though kindling slightly, she is not foolish, and she knows when to back down, which is not often. But, even this, like every one, pride does get a hold of her at times. But, do not worry, these are merely down points in her, as being brave and courageous can in turn prove useful.
[ - the ups; not the downs - ]
Although Willowfeather does have some downs, what's a person with out ups? Willowfeather is loyal, deathly loyal, literally. She would rather die then give up information, and is loyal to others clans at the same time -- she doesn't steal prey unless it crosses into their land or into her clan's land. Kind, Willowfeather is social and laid back, an easy made friend. With a dark humour, Willowfeather is amazing at cheering up friends or just joking around, but knows when to be serious.
aPPEARANCE; [ - it's what I do - ]
Willowfeather loves to run. It's in her genes. But although she is slowed because of foilage to dodge and has to be careful to step in ThunderClan underbrush, she loves to run, to feel the breeze against her fur, cold or warm, freezing or boiling, any temperature. So, in turn, her legs and torso are fairly slender; lightly muscled and thin, giving her granted agileness and sly moves. In turn, her torso isn't that bulky though, and her paws a bit on the small side, so although she lacks in strength, she has gifted endurance and speed.
[ - that thing you call a tail - ]
Oh yes. Her tail. Willowfeather prides her self in her tail. Contrasted to her gloomy gray, white and striped body, her tail is completely gray, one solid color flecked with few black hairs. Balance is a main thing for cats, and Willowfeather's, like most cats, is amazing compared to humans. Willowfeather has a light center of gravity so you can push her over easily if she's not on gaurd, but she tenses up quickly and reacts hastily, so watch out.
[ - colors galore - ]
Willowfeather lives up to her name. Her fur is plushly and soft and kind of flat and soft coarse on the outside, but inside is dense and soft, usually cold unless in the heat. Her coloring is pretty, matching. Gray, silky gray, the second layer of fur color. The first layer of fur is white, as well to her belly, chin, and paws. Black is the third, overlaying plushly fur of monochrome colors. A wild tangle of stripes succumbs over most of her body, a tabby M clear on her forehead.
aCESSORIES; Younger, she was stolen from ThunderClan and made a kittypet for a month, and still has a ragged red color loose around her neck.
hISTORY;
[ ---Kithood--- ]
When Willowfeather was just Willowkit, Ravenstar, then Ravenstrike, was merely a new warrior. Her mother, Chasmheart, a tortoiseshell with black, white, orange and beige splotches and icy blue eyes. Her father, Spiralpeak, a black tom with dark gray spirals on his pelt which were barely visible, acting like swirling, almost invisible, swaying stripes and ghastly, amber eyes. They had a litter of two -- Willowkit, and Phantomkit. Willowkit was a wiry, marble-gray she-cat with pale black stripes and white belly, paws and chin. Phantomkit was white with a tan chin. Both were strong, and instead of having many kits, they had two strong, agile kits.
Willowkit was lightly muscled and agile, and Phantomkit although small, was powerful and was very persistant, a trouble maker at that, always repeatedly trying to crawl off some where. As they aged, they became amazing, gifted, if you will. Exaggeration, probably, but they were skillful. Willowkit, wandering around when their eyes were open, her pale blue and green eyes met her sister's yellow. Today was their apprenticeship day.
So the ceremony went on. Moorstar blinked softly. "Ivyleaf, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Willowpaw. Ivyleaf, you have shown yourself to be a warrior of courage and humor. I'm sure you will pass on all you know to this apprentice."
Pridefully, Willowpaw fluffed up and touched noses with her powerful mentor.
[ -- Troubling Apprenticeship -- ]
It was a day after Willowpaw had been apprenticed to Ivyleaf, and Phantomkit to their father, Spiralpeak. Stretching, Willowpaw glanced around. This was the first day of training, and suddenly, Ivyleaf's tail rested on her flank. Glancing up at Ivyleaf, she noticed the very pale, light gray she-cat, almost white, had her pallid mint eyes focused on the apprentice den, hard, cold, as Spiralpeak and Phantompaw stepped out of the apprentice den, Phantompaw looking up to her father, as he looked down at her, talking quickly and then smiling a wolfish smile and laughing loudly, nudging Phantompaw slightly, then turning to focus on Ivyleaf, blinking softly. Ivyleaf's eyes softened and were mystified for a moment, before she smiled down at Willowpaw.
It had been month after Willowpaw had returned after being taken as a kittypet, then their apprenticeship began. During the time she had been gone, she found that her mother had been killed.
By a ShadowClan. Searching for her. And Ivyleaf, the way she stared at her father, the way he stared at her ... Biting her lip, she glanced up at Ivyleaf who was now looking away. Ivyleaf herded the small group towards the camp exit. "Let's go train, now." She purred.
Spiralpeak closed his eyes momentarily and let out a purring sigh, then herded his daughter and apprentice close and bolted into a clearing with all of them beside him.
---
"No, you're doing it all wrong," he scolded Phantompaw, and the black tom crouched. "This is how you do it." Tail straight, he prowled, then leaped, and stumbled and fell on his face. Phantompaw smiled and copied his foolish act playfully. Phantompaw was mute, but the humor in her eyes was obvious.
Ivyleaf smiled, and nudged Willowpaw. "Try. I'm sure you'll do better then those buffoons," she teased loudly. Willowpaw glanced away, to see Phantompaw and Spiralpeak wrestling in the grass, then sitting still. Willowpaw stiffened, then relaxed, focusing on the caught tumbleweed which swayed on the grass. Quietly, she stepped forward, quietly, eyes becoming tiny slits as she turned towards the ball of light in the sky.
Closer. Closer. Prowl ... Pounce! Leaping, she caught her lower jaw on one of the tangles of the tumbleweed, and a thorn snagged her chin, staining it red. But she had it. Biting down and lowering her level tail, she turned towards Ivyleaf, who smiled in approval and bit loose the thorn.
"That's enough training for one day."
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Yowling loudly, a flash of gray, white and black was all they saw. But she was hit! Turning around, she hissed. Phantompaw! Rearing up, she batted sheathed paws at Phantompaw, who then leaped forward and knocked her down, pinning her, and Ivyleaf counted from three to one, not able to count to zero before her battering hindlegs scraped at her sister's belly, and Phantompaw lept off, and Ivyleaf went quiet.
Willowpaw caught her leg on Phantompaw's ankle, which she swiped sideways, knocking Phantompaw off balance. Laughing, Willowpaw pinned her sister for three full seconds. "Willlowpaw wins!" Ivyleaf cried. Grinning, Phantompaw raised and smiled a mute smile, her way of saying congratulations, though she knew Phantompaw's heart sunk lightly. Nuzzling her sister, she touched her flank with her tail and they walked off. Tommorow would be their assesment.
Tommorow was here, but Willowpaw was curled up against her mute sister, purring. Phantompaw shifted as their father and Phantompaw's mentor, prodded her to awaken Phantom. Raising her head as Ivyleaf prodded her with claws teasingly, Willowpaw yawned and flicked her tail. "Wake up, sleepy heads. It's assesment day," Spiralpeak purred. "Hurry up."
Ivoryleaf smirked as that woke Phantompaw and Willowpaw right awake, immediately.
[ --- Deputy and the Warriors --- ]
Willowpaw's muscles rippled as she swaggered up the rocks upon Highledge, followed by the careful Phantompaw. Willowplay gasped as she gazed at Ravenstrike, standing proudly next to the leader. Ravenstrike was deputy? What? But ... but where was Dawnfeather? Huh!?
The leader glanced at Willowpaw sadly, then adressed the clan softly. "Most of you have heard, but for those who haven't ... Dawnfeather has been killed." Shocked gasps rippled through the crowd, and a pained yowl sounded up at the back of the crowd, sounding like a she-cat. Ravenstrike, the leader, and the two apprentices scanned the crowd, but found no one who might have yowled so painfully and sorrowfully. Hesitating, she continued. "Ravenstrike is our new deputy."
Every one was quiet in disbelief, but Willowpaw was the first to scream out, chanting bravely. "Ravenstrike, Ravenstrike!" She cried, and the clan began to join in.
The leader began."I, Blizzardstar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Willowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Willowpaw did not hesitate. "I do." She said loudly, boldly.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Willowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Willowfeather. StarClan honors your bravery and your cunningness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
The leader rested her muzzle on the top of the new warrior's head and the new warrior licked her shoulder in respect. The rest of the Clan chant the new warrior's new name. Willowfeather.
The sky was crying for him.
Snow was dancing down from the sky, collecting in the already snow white arctic wolf's pelt. Coarse, snow resistant outer pelt was nothing compared to the dense, warm fur underneath, and the snow didn't mean much to him yet. It was soft, constant snow, nothing like the freezing rain a month before and blizzards soon to come. Pale golden eyes glowed slightly as dusk drew over the sunset like a black blanket woven with flickering stars. Then, those muscular legs bowed and drove the wolf head first into the snow with a quiet grunt, chin sliding into the snow and hindlegs sliding and forelegs underneath his chest so suddenly that snow was wafted into the air by sudden impact of a large body and swirled up, unsettled, then wafted by the breeze away or to slowly drift back from the air and settle in the wolf's fur like burs or dust.
So weak ... So tired. His legs ached and burned. Sentinel ... It didn't seem like he lived up to his name much yet. The glow to his eyes became dim, and the gold outerface was soon glazed as if life was fading away fast, and Sentinel's pale gray eyelids slowly drifted over faint, yellow eyes.
Numerous hours passed, and when he awoke, he found himself buried in snow. Although life pulsed through him, his thoughts raced. I've been buried alive! Fear immobilized him for mere seconds before his amazing white, snow-coated body burst from the cold snow, bright golden eyes awakening to see dawn's pale light travel quickly over the land, the sun unseen due to dark gray clouds in the sky.
Sentinel's ears flicked as his pulse calmed. He was renewed of energy, but his stomach roared so fiercely he was startled at the aching pain, like ribs dug into his flesh. Tail stiffened slightly as a faint scent rolled into his nose, then began to strengthen. Snapping his head to the side, Sentinel saw a the faint outline of a snowshoe rabbit, plump, ready to enter it's tunnel only ten feet away. Hot, sticky drool bubbled at his jaws, immediately entering a stalking position, crouching with his tail level with his rump. Sentinel's ears were erect, senses sharpened and wits raised, however, completely vulnerable to an ambush, blocking out the world other then the screaming words that boiled his blood - food. food. Sentinel finally found food.
He could do it. He could catch it. He had lived off merely rabbits and birds and trapped or vulnerable, baby deers and ocasionally mice. Suddenly, his legs bowed, and he shot off like a rocket. His legs were moving so quickly they hardly touched the ground, speed amazing as he flew down the slope, steering in front of the rabbit which was only seconds from it's tunnel. He needed food, badly. His jaws widened, and wrapped around the rabbit's neck.
Crrraack. The rabbit's life was ended quickly. Sentinel raised his muzzle and howled loudly, celebrating the kill. Then, he settled down and placed his maw to the fuzz of the rabbit, but found himself unable to bite down. He was hunting in foreign territory, stealing their kill. It was just not done! It was against a wolf's code. Placing it in his teeth, he quickly made a hole and kicked snow and dirt over the fresh kill, then sat there and howled plaintively, monotone spreading to a strong howl for acceptance.
nAME; Willowfeather
aGE; Three
gENDER; Female
cLAN; ThunderClan
rANK; Warrior
sHORT dESCRIPTION; Daring gray and white tabby she-cat with a wild tangle of black stripes and pale jade and blue eyes.
pERSONALITY; [ -take a chance- ]
Willowfeather is a very daring she-cat. She laughs rather indiginously in the face of danger, and doesn't mind taking a risk. It's her middle name, if you will, and although she is daring, it has begun to kindle as her spiritful daringness does dwindle slightly, replaced by a more mature sarcasticness, tongue dripping with a sadistic tone more often. However, a lot of the times her fear is concealed, but when it isn't, it's obvious. Willowfeather is probably the one most likely to say, "Let's do it!" more than any one else, being a bit reckless as due to her father.
[ - one tiny detail - ]
Willowfeather is, overall, brave and courageous. Although said before, daring though kindling slightly, she is not foolish, and she knows when to back down, which is not often. But, even this, like every one, pride does get a hold of her at times. But, do not worry, these are merely down points in her, as being brave and courageous can in turn prove useful.
[ - the ups; not the downs - ]
Although Willowfeather does have some downs, what's a person with out ups? Willowfeather is loyal, deathly loyal, literally. She would rather die then give up information, and is loyal to others clans at the same time -- she doesn't steal prey unless it crosses into their land or into her clan's land. Kind, Willowfeather is social and laid back, an easy made friend. With a dark humour, Willowfeather is amazing at cheering up friends or just joking around, but knows when to be serious.
aPPEARANCE; [ - it's what I do - ]
Willowfeather loves to run. It's in her genes. But although she is slowed because of foilage to dodge and has to be careful to step in ThunderClan underbrush, she loves to run, to feel the breeze against her fur, cold or warm, freezing or boiling, any temperature. So, in turn, her legs and torso are fairly slender; lightly muscled and thin, giving her granted agileness and sly moves. In turn, her torso isn't that bulky though, and her paws a bit on the small side, so although she lacks in strength, she has gifted endurance and speed.
[ - that thing you call a tail - ]
Oh yes. Her tail. Willowfeather prides her self in her tail. Contrasted to her gloomy gray, white and striped body, her tail is completely gray, one solid color flecked with few black hairs. Balance is a main thing for cats, and Willowfeather's, like most cats, is amazing compared to humans. Willowfeather has a light center of gravity so you can push her over easily if she's not on gaurd, but she tenses up quickly and reacts hastily, so watch out.
[ - colors galore - ]
Willowfeather lives up to her name. Her fur is plushly and soft and kind of flat and soft coarse on the outside, but inside is dense and soft, usually cold unless in the heat. Her coloring is pretty, matching. Gray, silky gray, the second layer of fur color. The first layer of fur is white, as well to her belly, chin, and paws. Black is the third, overlaying plushly fur of monochrome colors. A wild tangle of stripes succumbs over most of her body, a tabby M clear on her forehead.
aCESSORIES; Younger, she was stolen from ThunderClan and made a kittypet for a month, and still has a ragged red color loose around her neck.
hISTORY;
[ ---Kithood--- ]
When Willowfeather was just Willowkit, Ravenstar, then Ravenstrike, was merely a new warrior. Her mother, Chasmheart, a tortoiseshell with black, white, orange and beige splotches and icy blue eyes. Her father, Spiralpeak, a black tom with dark gray spirals on his pelt which were barely visible, acting like swirling, almost invisible, swaying stripes and ghastly, amber eyes. They had a litter of two -- Willowkit, and Phantomkit. Willowkit was a wiry, marble-gray she-cat with pale black stripes and white belly, paws and chin. Phantomkit was white with a tan chin. Both were strong, and instead of having many kits, they had two strong, agile kits.
Willowkit was lightly muscled and agile, and Phantomkit although small, was powerful and was very persistant, a trouble maker at that, always repeatedly trying to crawl off some where. As they aged, they became amazing, gifted, if you will. Exaggeration, probably, but they were skillful. Willowkit, wandering around when their eyes were open, her pale blue and green eyes met her sister's yellow. Today was their apprenticeship day.
So the ceremony went on. Moorstar blinked softly. "Ivyleaf, you are now ready to take on an apprentice. You will be mentor to Willowpaw. Ivyleaf, you have shown yourself to be a warrior of courage and humor. I'm sure you will pass on all you know to this apprentice."
Pridefully, Willowpaw fluffed up and touched noses with her powerful mentor.
[ -- Troubling Apprenticeship -- ]
It was a day after Willowpaw had been apprenticed to Ivyleaf, and Phantomkit to their father, Spiralpeak. Stretching, Willowpaw glanced around. This was the first day of training, and suddenly, Ivyleaf's tail rested on her flank. Glancing up at Ivyleaf, she noticed the very pale, light gray she-cat, almost white, had her pallid mint eyes focused on the apprentice den, hard, cold, as Spiralpeak and Phantompaw stepped out of the apprentice den, Phantompaw looking up to her father, as he looked down at her, talking quickly and then smiling a wolfish smile and laughing loudly, nudging Phantompaw slightly, then turning to focus on Ivyleaf, blinking softly. Ivyleaf's eyes softened and were mystified for a moment, before she smiled down at Willowpaw.
It had been month after Willowpaw had returned after being taken as a kittypet, then their apprenticeship began. During the time she had been gone, she found that her mother had been killed.
By a ShadowClan. Searching for her. And Ivyleaf, the way she stared at her father, the way he stared at her ... Biting her lip, she glanced up at Ivyleaf who was now looking away. Ivyleaf herded the small group towards the camp exit. "Let's go train, now." She purred.
Spiralpeak closed his eyes momentarily and let out a purring sigh, then herded his daughter and apprentice close and bolted into a clearing with all of them beside him.
---
"No, you're doing it all wrong," he scolded Phantompaw, and the black tom crouched. "This is how you do it." Tail straight, he prowled, then leaped, and stumbled and fell on his face. Phantompaw smiled and copied his foolish act playfully. Phantompaw was mute, but the humor in her eyes was obvious.
Ivyleaf smiled, and nudged Willowpaw. "Try. I'm sure you'll do better then those buffoons," she teased loudly. Willowpaw glanced away, to see Phantompaw and Spiralpeak wrestling in the grass, then sitting still. Willowpaw stiffened, then relaxed, focusing on the caught tumbleweed which swayed on the grass. Quietly, she stepped forward, quietly, eyes becoming tiny slits as she turned towards the ball of light in the sky.
Closer. Closer. Prowl ... Pounce! Leaping, she caught her lower jaw on one of the tangles of the tumbleweed, and a thorn snagged her chin, staining it red. But she had it. Biting down and lowering her level tail, she turned towards Ivyleaf, who smiled in approval and bit loose the thorn.
"That's enough training for one day."
-----------
Yowling loudly, a flash of gray, white and black was all they saw. But she was hit! Turning around, she hissed. Phantompaw! Rearing up, she batted sheathed paws at Phantompaw, who then leaped forward and knocked her down, pinning her, and Ivyleaf counted from three to one, not able to count to zero before her battering hindlegs scraped at her sister's belly, and Phantompaw lept off, and Ivyleaf went quiet.
Willowpaw caught her leg on Phantompaw's ankle, which she swiped sideways, knocking Phantompaw off balance. Laughing, Willowpaw pinned her sister for three full seconds. "Willlowpaw wins!" Ivyleaf cried. Grinning, Phantompaw raised and smiled a mute smile, her way of saying congratulations, though she knew Phantompaw's heart sunk lightly. Nuzzling her sister, she touched her flank with her tail and they walked off. Tommorow would be their assesment.
Tommorow was here, but Willowpaw was curled up against her mute sister, purring. Phantompaw shifted as their father and Phantompaw's mentor, prodded her to awaken Phantom. Raising her head as Ivyleaf prodded her with claws teasingly, Willowpaw yawned and flicked her tail. "Wake up, sleepy heads. It's assesment day," Spiralpeak purred. "Hurry up."
Ivoryleaf smirked as that woke Phantompaw and Willowpaw right awake, immediately.
[ --- Deputy and the Warriors --- ]
Willowpaw's muscles rippled as she swaggered up the rocks upon Highledge, followed by the careful Phantompaw. Willowplay gasped as she gazed at Ravenstrike, standing proudly next to the leader. Ravenstrike was deputy? What? But ... but where was Dawnfeather? Huh!?
The leader glanced at Willowpaw sadly, then adressed the clan softly. "Most of you have heard, but for those who haven't ... Dawnfeather has been killed." Shocked gasps rippled through the crowd, and a pained yowl sounded up at the back of the crowd, sounding like a she-cat. Ravenstrike, the leader, and the two apprentices scanned the crowd, but found no one who might have yowled so painfully and sorrowfully. Hesitating, she continued. "Ravenstrike is our new deputy."
Every one was quiet in disbelief, but Willowpaw was the first to scream out, chanting bravely. "Ravenstrike, Ravenstrike!" She cried, and the clan began to join in.
The leader began."I, Blizzardstar, call upon my warrior ancestors to look down on this apprentice. She has trained hard to understand the ways of your noble code, and I commend her to you as a warrior in her turn. Willowpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and protect and defend this Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Willowpaw did not hesitate. "I do." She said loudly, boldly.
"Then by the powers of StarClan, I give you your warrior name. Willowpaw, from this moment you will be known as Willowfeather. StarClan honors your bravery and your cunningness, and we welcome you as a full warrior of ThunderClan."
The leader rested her muzzle on the top of the new warrior's head and the new warrior licked her shoulder in respect. The rest of the Clan chant the new warrior's new name. Willowfeather.
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