Post by emberstorm on Aug 13, 2010 9:24:24 GMT -8
Name:
Frostwing
Age:
16 moons
Clan:
CloudClan
Rank:
Warrior
Gender:
She-cat
Picture:
Quick Appearance:
Beautiful long-haired silver tabby she-cat with ice-blue eyes
Appearance:
Pelt: Frostwing has a gorgeous, long, soft pelt. Her dominant color is a silvery-gray, cut cleanly all over her body by stark black stripes. These stripes are very well defined. All her paws, besides her front right paw, are pitch black as well. Frostwing is very proud of her pelt and keeps it very clean.
Eyes: The best way to describe Frostwing's eyes is piercing, as if she could see into your very soul. They are ice-blue in color, but are usually so friendly and welcoming that they give many cats a warming sensation when they see her eyes.
Wings: Frostwing's wings are definitely a sight to behold. A bit longer than average, they drape gracefully on her back. They are a light silvery-gray color, with darker silvery-gray patches here and there that seem to sparkle in the sunlight.
Personality:
Frostwing has an extremely friendly personality. Always one to forgive and forget, she's one of the most cheerful cats you will ever meet. She makes friends quickly and most of them say that her temper is non-existent. It is true that she almost never gets mad. Her philosophy on life is "laughter makes everything better". She has a wonderful sense of humor and is always telling jokes. She finds the funny side to everything and is rarely seen with a frown. She holds one grudge and one grudge only: She wishes the fox that killed her mentor had been caught and killed instead of let free to run away. She has sworn hatred against all foxes, but luckily she doesn't have to worry much about them, since they are rarely seen in the territory.
History:
Kit: Frostkit was born with her sister, Iciclekit, to Amberclaw and Hawkfeather of CloudClan. Brought up like all the other kits in the nursery, for the first six moons of life, Frostkit lived a very sheltered life. She was a favorite of the elders, who thought she was very polite and cheerful, and was a pleasure to be around. She rarely got in trouble, and was always trying to help the apprentices do their duties like changing the elder's bedding.
Apprentice: Frostpaw's mentor was an older cat named Juniperleaf. Juniperleaf was a kind cat, nearly the age of an elder. But she'd asked the leader for one final apprentice before she retired to the elder's den. The choice seemed obvious to CloudClan's leader. A bright, eager, cheerful apprentice would do Juniperleaf good. Because they had similar personalities, Juniperleaf, along with teaching Frostpaw the normal apprentice things, taught her many of the things the young cat lives by today, such as "laughter makes everything better". Sadly, late in Frostpaw's apprenticeship, Juniperleaf was killed by a fox, leaving Frostpaw mentorless. Iciclepaw's mentor, Branchtail, agreed to mentor Frostpaw as well. Branchtail was a fair mentor, but Frostpaw still wished she had Juniperleaf there instead.
Warrior: Frostpaw and Iciclepaw received their warrior names, Frostwing and Iciclesong, one moon after the death of Juniperleaf. Ever since that day, Frostwing has sworn to get her revenge against the fox that killed Juniperleaf, which surprises her sister, as Frostwing is not the revenge type.
Role-play Example:
This is from Teima Region, a Pokemon RPG. My username there is Linnie
Catliin wandered through the woods, lost as could be. She'd gone into the forest early this morning, told by a strange old man that this was the way to get to the next town. It was now early afternoon, and Catliin, despite her wonderful sense of direction, was now lost. It hadn't helped that her new Pokemon, the ever-lovable but extremely mischevious Spunk, had run off the path into the deeper part of the forest, Storm following right behind. Only Coral had stayed with her, holding onto the folded hem of her soft boots with a single bright blue flipper. The tiny Piplup was afraid of the dark.
Catliin had had no choice but to run after her two adventurous Pokemon, landing her in a part of the forest void of any clearings. Although she knew by the time on her watch that it was only 3:15, it was nearly pitch black under the thick canopy, a tiny bit of greenish-tinted light leaking through the leaves.
The seventeen-year-old sunk down at the base of a particularly large tree, leaning her head against the rough bark and closing her eyes. She was just so darn tired! And, even though she wouldn't admit it to anyone, not even her own Pokemon, the darkness frightened her. Storm wandered over to her, pulling on her boot. The girl opened one eye to peer at him, and soon shut it.
<<What's wrong with Master?>> Coral asked the Riolu, worried about their trainer.
<<I haven't got the slightest clue,>> Storm replied, equally as worried but better at hiding it. He looked over at the newest addition to their team, a Trapinch Catliin had named Spunk. Storm liked Spunk. She was fun and energetic, just like he was.
<<Hey, Spunk!>> the Riolu called, motioning with a nod of his head that the Trapinch should come over to him. Spunk obliged. <<D'you know what's wrong with her?>> Spunk shook her head sadly.
<<You've been around her longer than I have. If anyone knew what was wrong, it'd be you,>> Sge pointed out. With a soft groan, Catliin stood back up, startling her Pokemon. She smiled kindly at them.
"Well, guys, I've never really been one for grass Pokemon, but that's the type of Pokemon that'd be able to get us out of this part of the forest and back on the path. And to be truthful, it would help balance out the team if I added a grass Pokemon. Nothing works better against a Mudkip! Now if only I could find a good, tough one. Like a Bulbasaur! Would you guys like that, if I found us a Bulbasaur friend?" she asked her Pokemon. They looked around at each other, considering.
<<I think that'd be great!>> Spunk was the first to speak, but the other two quickly gave their approval. Catliin smiled and brushed a bit of dirt off her pants, patting her shoulder afterward. Storm hopped up as Coral took up her station at the girl's boot, and Spunk scurried to Coral's side, not sure where she belonged just yet.
"Well, alright then! Let's go find us a Bulbasaur!" she said, finding new courage with her Pokemon at her side, and heading off into the forest.
Modified!
