Post by l y r i c ! on Nov 14, 2009 22:42:23 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Singedpelt
Name Explanation: Singed means black, like ash or soot. Singedpelt has jet black fur like what remains after a piece of wood is burned. She was named Singedkit, because of her black coat. Pelt, was the suffix the clan leader chose of her. Pelt, very simply, explains that the prefix singed, describes her black pelt.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 38 moons.
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Muscular, tall she-cat.
Fur: Jet black.
Eyes: Yellow.
Markings: None.
Overall:
Singedpelt is a muscular she-cat, not too big, but not too small. She has long legs which raises her above the ground enough for a cat to call her tall. Her body is long and agile, not like the long-forgotten WindClan warriors, but agile like that of the average female warrior. Her fur is thick, but not long. It protects her slightly from the bitter cold of leaf-bare, but won't help her much when the temperates gets really low. Her tail is long for most cats, but isn't that noticeable. She is jet black from head to toe. Even her paw pads are black, along with her nose. Her whiskers are unnoticeable, because, they too, are black. Her eyes are a golden-yellow color. They are warm and kind, yet in battle can seem fierce and angry. Depending on her mood she may seem to be glaring at you, or sometimes she's just being enjoyable. She has an expressionless look on her face most times unless she is alone.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
- Patient around kits and apprentices.
- Loyal to the Warrior Code above all.
- Wishing the best for her clan, over herself.
- A good sense of humor in stressful times.
Flaws:
- Stubborn when asked to do something.
- Won't do anything that is against the Warrior Code, even if it is an order from her leader, or something that could benefit the clan.
- Doesn't like to fight.
- Snappy during the morning.
Fears:
- Dogs.
- Twolegs.
Quirks:
- Does not go near Snake Rocks.
- Wary about catching and killing rabbits.
Ideals:
- Loyalty.
- Honesty.
Overall: Singedpelt is outwardly a quiet, thoughtful cat. Although most of her clan mates see her as chatty and social, she is very quiet around cats from other clans and doesn't speak much to strangers. She loves kits and is very happy around them. She likes to train apprentices and watch them train. It reminds her of her own apprentice training. She is wary around other clans because she doesn't want to get to know them and accidentally befriend a cat from another clan. Although, one day, she hopes for a mate and kits, she wants to serve her clan until she deserves those moons in the nursery as a queen. Singedpelt believes in giving cats second chances, and she often trusts others too easily, which can end up being dangerous for her or her clan.
HISTORY
Family:
- Mother ¬ Ashtail ¬ Alive.
- Father ¬ Nightfur ¬ Alive.
- Brother ¬ Stoneheart ¬ Alive.
History: Singedpelt was born in the ThunderClan nursery, only her and her brother in the litter. Her father was there at their birth, and they remembered his scent. Singedkit was adventurous, fun-loving, and always getting in trouble with the cats all through the clearing. She knew she was different than her brother, who always did what he was told. She didn't care. She loved being wild and fun-loving. Playing was the only thing that seemed to pass the long six moons that brought her to her apprentice ceremony, and that was all she did. On the day of her apprentice ceremony, she was so excited. She became Singedpaw, and was given a mentor. She excelled in hunting, but wasn't as good at fighting. She did as good as she could though, and no one can ask for more than that. She never went near SnakeRocks. She was so scared of getting bit by a snake, that she never went close enough to the rocks to even see the top of them. Her mentor never forced her to. SnakeRocks was never exactly a safe place. She and her brother both rushed through their training. There was once a small battle over SunningRocks with WindClan. Because they fought bravely, they were awarded with warrior names.
She became Singedpelt, and her brother became Stoneheart. She has fought and hunted for her clan for many moons. She is still considered a young warrior, yet she can't help but feel old. There was one other, half-considerably big battle that she fought in. This time her brother wasn't there to fight along side her. He was the greater fighter, and she was always the weaker. But she proved herself worthy, and was given only a scar across her shoulder to remember the RiverClan warrior by. Singedpelt always enjoyed sunny mornings to herself, and she would secretly leave camp just to take a walk through the forest before the rest of her clan mates would wake up. She wasn't too keen to take walks through the forest in Leaf-Bare, though.
RP SAMPLE
Silence. The timed ticked by, second after second, but the only thing that could be heard to the feline ear was a stealthy silence. It crept from the darkest shadows in the depths of the forest and enveloped her in a thick, dull cloud. Golden eyes closed, head raised as she pricked her ears. Was that the sound of tiny paws scrabbling against fallen leaf. Eyes opened, narrowed into fierce slits. slowly, pawstep by pawstep, she began to creep across the forest floor, eyes fixed on the gray fur moving just ahead. Energy rushed through her, and it was a struggle just to keep her tail from lashing. I will be rewarded, she told herself, watching the mouse holding a beach nut betweens its two front paws. She was close enough to hear its heart beating rapidly. Did it know it's death was so close? A smile played at her lips. Although it was a small mouse, it was plump and would make a good meal for an elder or queen. She would catch this, and maybe a squirrel or two on the trip back to camp. She paused, paws burning with energy on the forest floor. The mouse was just in front of her now. Hackles pressing to the earth, she bunches her muscles and sprang. The mouse had no time to run. As she landed neatly upon the small creature, she could feel all of eternity pulsing through it's tiny body. And with one quick snap, the eternity faded like mist in sunlight. As the life-blood oozed stealthily between her paws, she stepped back and raised her head to give thanks to her ancestors for the mouse's life. Spinning around slowly, she began to head back to camp, the creature's body swinging limply from her parted jaws.
As she walked through the forest, a strange sensation made her fur prickle. What could be wrong on a day like this? She narrowed her eyes and felt her hackles rising. In the distance, large rocks loomed up ahead. SnakeRocks, she realized, fear tingling along her spine. She would never get any closer to those rocks. Never. Immediately she darted into the bushes in the opposite direction, and didn't stop running until her paws skimmed sand and the fur along her spine stopped prickling. She realized she had ran right into the Sandy Hollow. Fortunately, it was empty so no cat had seen her flight. She raised her head, shaking it slightly to clear her mind before she began to pad, more warily, back to camp. The mouse was still dangling from her mouth, but now its body was cold and it felt unappetizing. Great, she thought. Stupid SnakeRocks, she wished those rocks weren't on ThunderClan territory. They did nothing but attract adders and dogs and foxes, not prey.
