Post by blackie on Jan 2, 2010 11:11:16 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Sageflame
Name Explanation: Sage: A rare plant. Can be used by medicine cats although it is not very common. The plant is green and depending on the kind of sage it can have purple or white flowers Named because of her green eyes. Flame:Her energetic personality and will to get things done. It also has to do with his pelt. Flame is a small burst of fire that is usualy orange mixed with hues of red and yellow
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Sageflame isn't long limbed like most riverclan cats are. However she is sleek, not thin but not bulky she is inbetween. She has muscles in her legs only because she has the ability to swim in strong currents and pools of water just like most riverclan cats have.
Fur: Sageflame is a light brown she-cat, almost a beige but slightly darker tone with darker brown stripes rippling up and down her pelt. The darker stripes are a chocolate color. Her paws are socked white.
Eyes: Her eyes are round not oval, and a nice warm green color.
Markings: The only markings on her pelt that you would consider "odd" Would be her darker brown stripes, overall that is far from unusual in most cats eyes
Overall:
Short description:A mottled brown she-cat with green eyes
Description: Her build isn't like most Riverclan cats,however it is similar in many ways. She has the sleek fur that is oily to help her with water, and her legs are muscular to help with swimming in strong currents and large bodies of water but she is not long limbed, simply meaning long legs. She is not thin as most Riverclan she-cats are perceived but not bulky as you would assume of a Shadowclan cat. She is simply average, or in the middle of those two traits.
She has the usual coloring of a Riverclan cat. her main color is almost like beige but slightly darker because it is not tan. She has darker brown stripes that resemble chocolate almost but not quite. Her color helps her blend in the thickset reeds that Riverclan holds. Her paws are socked meaning that they are pure white. Her eyes match her pelt for they are an green color. You could almost say that her whole figure is a differen't shade of brown. She has no unusual markings meaning she has no scars or birth marks.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
-She does things when she is told to do it
-outgoing, socialable
-daring adventerous
-strong swimmer
-fiery, not snappy, but energetic if you will.
Flaws:
-Terrible hunter
-flirtatious(this gets her into a lot of trouble
-can have a small temper...(A really big temper but she isn't willing to admit that yet
-She would break the warrior code if it meant helping a friend(this could be a flaw to her own clan...not sure if it counts)
-show off
Fears:
-death
-liking two or more toms at once
Quirks:
-Habits of spacing off
-she has the odd behavior of just staring into the water...what she is thinking only she knows.
Ideals:
-even if it may not seem like it at times she values her clan
-She has heard nothing but good things of her deceased parets and values her heritage as well as her family
-She is loyal to her elders and those who rank above her. She may seem snappy at times and unwilling but she really does care greatly about them.
Overall:
She is always talking, doesn't matter if it's a fish in the river, a clan-mate or someone at a gathering, she is having a long conversation. She isn't dull meaning her tone is monotone and she talks about nonsense, she likes to keep up a conversation hoping to meet someone new and learn about them, or just talk to something or someone about her bad day to lift the stress off of her shoulders. However even if this is sometimes seen as a flaw she doesn't ignore others. If her leader told her to get something done she would nod curtiously and get the chore done, of course when she was finished you would see her right back to where she was talking away once more.
She doesn't like it when something is unknown to her. She likes to make things known. This is both a flaw and a good quality trait. It is probably a bad idea to go explore what mystery could be eating the prey or what is blocking the river, but she goes to explore it anyway. Most times she comes back with a report, however sometimes she can't find out the answer. Most cats comment that she is to daring, and adventerous but she loves the thrill. This is what shows her fiery and outgoing personality.
Its a dissapointment that she is a walking flirt. She enjoys the attention from toms however she does want to find that one tom who is perfect for her. She is willing to have kits but hopes to have only two litters for she doesn't want to be in the nursery her whole life she loves the way of the warrior. If something doesn't go her way however she can be short wired and have a nasty temper. She does get into bickers with her clan mates but keep in mind shes friendly and wont hold a grudge.
Just like any other she-cat she fears liking two toms at once. She knows its commong for she-cats to get crushes but she fears that she might have to choose one over the other because of her flirtatacious personality. However she knows where to draw the line and hope that this does not happen. She is also afraid of death. Not just going to starclan but dying in a gruesome way. An example would be dying in a fight, or being hit by a monster. She just can't take that though like most warriors can.
HISTORY
Family: Her mother's name is Lauralcloud(Deceased)
Her father's name is Bramblefire(Deceased)
Her twin brothers name isFlurrycloud
Her sisters name is Sorrelflame
her younger brothers name is Flamepaw
Her younger sisters name is Foxpaw
History:
Apprenticeship: She was made an apprentie at 6 moons of age just like everyone else was. A few of those who trained with her are deceased but most are warriors in Riverclan today. She had a strict mentor, she didn't like him. He was old and grumpy and way to serious as she remembered. She would come back from training with her tail dragging on the ground. She would hear the other apprentices excited about what they did in training. Most would talk about catching their first prey or learning some new battle moves. All she could say would be that he made her do chores, her mentor told her that clan moral came before hunting and training. When she was 8 moons old when most apprentices would be having their first assessment she was just being taught how to hunt and learned a few battle moves as well as being taught how to swim. He made her swim in strong currents from early in the morning until sunhigh. Not a nice mentor but looking back at it she finally understood his method of training. It made her a respectable she-cat. When she was 14 moons of age, her training buddies received their warrior names two moons before. She was given the name Sageflame. Finally. Her work had paid off.
Warriorship: Her parents died, shortly after her ceremony. Her mother and father deid trying to defend their clan, protecting their childen. Sageflame respects them for that however she still misses waking up and walking to the elders den and talking to her mom and dad. Life just doesn't seem that exciting anymore. Perhaps because no one can fill her mind with adventers that happened before she was born. Her mentor was also one who died in the fight. Sageflame was of course affected but not as affected as her parents death. Her words at his burial were "thank you" She had never gotten to thank him for all the hard work he had put into her training. Today she has recovered from the tragic incident. She awaits her prince charming just like every she-cat, she also awaits an apprentice in hopes she can teach him or her everything that Cedarbreeze had taught her. One day she wants to be able to look at her clan and help lead beside Rookstar, or perhaps whoever is leader that day.
RP SAMPLE
ok. im not sure if this has to be with sageflame or not so I will just do two semi-short ones...
roleplay 1:His tail was up straight. His fur feathered out elegantly giving him a skunk like look. He had just broken into the elderly woman's perfume and so, he had a rather unique scent. He put on paw in front of the other walking in a strut like motion. His tail shook lightly from side to side as he did so. What a trouble maker he was, he loved it so much he didn't mind getting a shoe or two thrown at him.
Pepe was a handsome black tom with white markings. It gave him the look of the skunk perhaps that's why other animals ran off at the site of him. It wasn't that he was so much as ugly, but his scent and looks gave the odd feeling that if he were angered he would turn around and spray a nasty liquid that would make you smell for days.
However, that's not what he was. He was a loner. He was a cat. He had whiskers and when he spoke it was a low deep mew. He was definitely not a skunk. If he were he would hate himself for such a long time. He couldn't stand the life spraying everything. He couldn't help but laugh at his foolish thoughts. He wasn't out side today to complain about living a life he did not have. Instead he was here to meet someone new. He and his sister October had learned about a clan of cats that inhabited the forests.
His dream since he got in the area was to start a clan of his own. However he couldn't live like a savage. He could never leave the elderly woman on Silver Lane. He could deal with living in the meadows. That way he was still slightly near by and could keep the old woman company. He was accused of being a Two-leg kitty from time to time. However the fact that he spent most of his time outside proved most cats point otherwise.
"Well now it looks like rain today." His gaze looked up to the sky. Thousands of grays melded together to form one color. Some patches were darker than others making it seem black."No one in their right mind would be out here now." He shook his head with disdain. His paws left the gravel and onto soft grass."There must be an old badger set somewhere in these meadows...." A loud crash of thunder spooked him. Scents of other cats filled his nose."How odd...." He moved swiftly now. The one thing he didn't want to happen was to be caught outside in the rain. Instead of finding a badger set. A fairly large tree had roots upturned. He dove underneath. At least he would be protected from the wet and cold."Looks like this will be my home for most of the day and night..." He mewed looking around.
Roleplay 2: The wind pushed the reeds so they swayed from side to side. It wasn't gusts or zephyrs but a light breeze that was relaxing and carried the scent of fish to Riverclans territory. The sky was gray, but not the king of gray that meant it would drop rain any moment, but the gray that was not gloomy but calm. It was a time of peace for the clans. It was to good to be true and Sageflame knew it would not last long but you could only hope.
Most days she was going on one of her fantasy adventers looking for something perhaps did not exist. However this was not how it was today. Today her teeth dug into the scales of a trout, and her claws slashed at the tail of a minnow. Her terrible hunting skills had to be used today. For some odd reason the prey stock was very low. It didn't make much sense to her but she was only doing what Rookstar had told her to do. Bring back prey. Mission complete, she had a minnow and a trout. She knew other cats were out and about so her small share shouldn't greatly effect her clans hunger, however she wasn't sure if she wanted to risk that.
She dug up a small hole placing her proudly caughten fish inside. She licked her muzzle getting a feel for that salty taste and knew at once that she was hungry. She could feel the deep rumble begining to form in her stomache. She could see her reflection in the water. Small fish began to dart around. Her hunger overwhelmed her. with a quick flash she pulled out a fish and caught it neatly in her jaws. After a few moments two more small fish lay silently on the groud."One more..." She whispered. After a few moments she had another, however when she was done nothing was left of it. She looked around and pushed the remains back into the water. She knew that if she was caught she would be punished. IT wasn't a formal patrol was it? It was just her. Could she actually get in trouble? She picked up her prize and made her way back to camp. This would be her secret....