Post by Whiskers on Mar 9, 2009 18:48:42 GMT -5
DARK PAW
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If I could fall...
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 Moons
Clan: Fogclan
Family:
Mother- Swiftheart- Alive (NP)
Father- Blackheart- Alive (NP)
Mate: None
Crush: None
Mentor: None
...into the sky
Beliefs:
"Starclan... oh right. Of course I believe in them. Anyway, as I was saying..."
Darkpaw doesn't really care about Starclan. She never thinks of them, never gets involved in the fights and just gets... bored when cats start debating. "Live and let live, okay?" Darkpaw often murmurs before darting off to do something that catches her interest.
If forced to talk about Starclan, she'll just say she does. It's easier for her to believe-- if she thought more deeply about it, it would probably depress her and she'd probably fall back on atheism. So she doesn't think and everythign is peachy keen.
"Starclan... oh right. Of course I believe in them. Anyway, as I was saying..."
Darkpaw doesn't really care about Starclan. She never thinks of them, never gets involved in the fights and just gets... bored when cats start debating. "Live and let live, okay?" Darkpaw often murmurs before darting off to do something that catches her interest.
If forced to talk about Starclan, she'll just say she does. It's easier for her to believe-- if she thought more deeply about it, it would probably depress her and she'd probably fall back on atheism. So she doesn't think and everythign is peachy keen.
Do you think
Appearance:
Darkpaw is the cliched 'lithe' and 'long' type of she-cat. Her body is naturally skinny and since she barely eats, it's not a pain to keep her that way. With quick, small paws and a tiny frame, Darkpaw can slip in and out of camp with ease. She enjoys skidding this way and that and using her tail to jump off of branches. It is her tail that makes her appear longer, actually, as it winds up like a snake and hardly ever droops down.
Color-wise, Darkpaw is bi-colored. Unlike some tuxedo cats though, she definately has more black than white. The only white that she does have is on her muzzle, stretching down to her chest. All four paws are white, so it looks like she's wearing socks. The rest of her body-- her whiskers, her nose-- is black. She's shorthaired, silky and usually very clean.
Her eyes are a dark, egg yolk yellow.
Darkpaw is the cliched 'lithe' and 'long' type of she-cat. Her body is naturally skinny and since she barely eats, it's not a pain to keep her that way. With quick, small paws and a tiny frame, Darkpaw can slip in and out of camp with ease. She enjoys skidding this way and that and using her tail to jump off of branches. It is her tail that makes her appear longer, actually, as it winds up like a snake and hardly ever droops down.
Color-wise, Darkpaw is bi-colored. Unlike some tuxedo cats though, she definately has more black than white. The only white that she does have is on her muzzle, stretching down to her chest. All four paws are white, so it looks like she's wearing socks. The rest of her body-- her whiskers, her nose-- is black. She's shorthaired, silky and usually very clean.
Her eyes are a dark, egg yolk yellow.
would pass us by
Personality:
Darkpaw is all energy, all the time. She's troublesome, immature, and careless. There is nothing she likes more than adventure. She doesn't even listen to the rules; rarely does she pay attention to anything a warrior says. If asked to recite the warrior code, she'll probably reply with "what's that?"
She is often bored and she never hides it. She'll announce it to the world and then she'll try to escape her mentor. Unfortunately, she's usually successful, as she has perfected the art. Darkpaw spends most of her time thinking about how she can get out of situations that she doesn't want to be in and then executing her plans.
Though she was born with the blood of a 'purebred' as both her parents are warriors from the original Forestclan, she, herself, has the heart of a true adventurer and longs to explore. If she had her way, she would never be in camp-- she'd be darting around, searching for who-knows-what. And though she plots to get out of camp, when she succeeds, she doesn't know what to do with herself and often wanders aimlessly and to her heart's content.
This attitude makes her bold, brave, and stupid. Very stupid. Darkpaw has the potential to be a great strageist, but she wastes it on her meager plots. Though she is meticulous when it comes to things she cares about, she'll use 1% of that skill on her other duties. And since she's rather flippant, she's just say whatever pops into her head, and it's usually something she'll regret later. She's grown used to apologizing-- it's become habit to say "I'm sorry."
If something were to inspire her, though, many cats would see a substantial change. For this she-cat to grow into a fine warrior, all she needs is a little inspiration and a lot of fun. "I'm not wasting one second of one day of one moon of one season," she says. "I'm living the way I want to live."
And even though it seems like that this cat doesn't have any loyalty, Darkpaw gets riled up when cats offend her clan. She takes it as a personal insult to herself... and, honestly, she loves the rush that anger brings. She'll be the reckless cat who starts fights over a squabble on a border or the cat who insists on arguing during gatherings.
She has small, strange mannerisms, one of which is compulsive cleaning. She's usually silky and quite pretty to look at, simply because she grooms and grooms herself before entering camp after sneaking out, like she's washing her sin away. She's also known for her tell-all whiskers. You can tell she's excited by the way her long whiskers quiver.
One of the only things that she's scared of are thunderstorms. When one arrives, Darkpaw curls up in a corner, refusing to speak.
Darkpaw is all energy, all the time. She's troublesome, immature, and careless. There is nothing she likes more than adventure. She doesn't even listen to the rules; rarely does she pay attention to anything a warrior says. If asked to recite the warrior code, she'll probably reply with "what's that?"
She is often bored and she never hides it. She'll announce it to the world and then she'll try to escape her mentor. Unfortunately, she's usually successful, as she has perfected the art. Darkpaw spends most of her time thinking about how she can get out of situations that she doesn't want to be in and then executing her plans.
Though she was born with the blood of a 'purebred' as both her parents are warriors from the original Forestclan, she, herself, has the heart of a true adventurer and longs to explore. If she had her way, she would never be in camp-- she'd be darting around, searching for who-knows-what. And though she plots to get out of camp, when she succeeds, she doesn't know what to do with herself and often wanders aimlessly and to her heart's content.
This attitude makes her bold, brave, and stupid. Very stupid. Darkpaw has the potential to be a great strageist, but she wastes it on her meager plots. Though she is meticulous when it comes to things she cares about, she'll use 1% of that skill on her other duties. And since she's rather flippant, she's just say whatever pops into her head, and it's usually something she'll regret later. She's grown used to apologizing-- it's become habit to say "I'm sorry."
If something were to inspire her, though, many cats would see a substantial change. For this she-cat to grow into a fine warrior, all she needs is a little inspiration and a lot of fun. "I'm not wasting one second of one day of one moon of one season," she says. "I'm living the way I want to live."
And even though it seems like that this cat doesn't have any loyalty, Darkpaw gets riled up when cats offend her clan. She takes it as a personal insult to herself... and, honestly, she loves the rush that anger brings. She'll be the reckless cat who starts fights over a squabble on a border or the cat who insists on arguing during gatherings.
She has small, strange mannerisms, one of which is compulsive cleaning. She's usually silky and quite pretty to look at, simply because she grooms and grooms herself before entering camp after sneaking out, like she's washing her sin away. She's also known for her tell-all whiskers. You can tell she's excited by the way her long whiskers quiver.
One of the only things that she's scared of are thunderstorms. When one arrives, Darkpaw curls up in a corner, refusing to speak.
cuz you know I'd walk a thousand miles...
Skills:
Darkpaw doesn't pay attention, and since she doesn't pay attention, she's pretty hopeless on a lot of things. If she had to choose between hunting or fighting, she would choose fighting. But her body is better suited for hunting and so it is easier for her.
The only thing she really enjoys are patrols. She gets to walk around the territory and there is nothing more that she loves better. With her keen senses and her superb knowledge of the territory, she could lead one with her eyes closed.
Darkpaw doesn't pay attention, and since she doesn't pay attention, she's pretty hopeless on a lot of things. If she had to choose between hunting or fighting, she would choose fighting. But her body is better suited for hunting and so it is easier for her.
The only thing she really enjoys are patrols. She gets to walk around the territory and there is nothing more that she loves better. With her keen senses and her superb knowledge of the territory, she could lead one with her eyes closed.
just to see you...
History:
Darkpaw's history is not very exciting. Her parents were part of Forestclan, but only her mother decided to leave with Cedarstar. Darkpaw has often heard from her mother how idiotic her father was, and she knows that Swiftheart was hurt greatly by Blackheart. Despite the fact that her mate was staying and she was pregnant, she left anyway.
Darkpaw was born on the journey. It is because of this that her mother thinks she has such a wandering heart. "You were born on a broken road and though I took your little body with me, your heart remained there."
Darkpaw can't remember a lot about the journey. When she thinks back to it, she feels a great sense of clarity and calmness. Cedarstar's followers arrived at the clans when she was still very small. Her mother decided that she would join Fogclan, because she felt these cats, tied by their Starclan beliefs, would be the most secure home for her daughter. Darkpaw didn't get a say in the matter.
Even as a small kit, though, she wished to explore and often asked about her father. Deep inside her, Darkpaw knows that one day she'll leave. She'll leave to finally meet the father whom she dreams of, night after night.
...Tonight...
[/size][/center]Darkpaw's history is not very exciting. Her parents were part of Forestclan, but only her mother decided to leave with Cedarstar. Darkpaw has often heard from her mother how idiotic her father was, and she knows that Swiftheart was hurt greatly by Blackheart. Despite the fact that her mate was staying and she was pregnant, she left anyway.
Darkpaw was born on the journey. It is because of this that her mother thinks she has such a wandering heart. "You were born on a broken road and though I took your little body with me, your heart remained there."
Darkpaw can't remember a lot about the journey. When she thinks back to it, she feels a great sense of clarity and calmness. Cedarstar's followers arrived at the clans when she was still very small. Her mother decided that she would join Fogclan, because she felt these cats, tied by their Starclan beliefs, would be the most secure home for her daughter. Darkpaw didn't get a say in the matter.
Even as a small kit, though, she wished to explore and often asked about her father. Deep inside her, Darkpaw knows that one day she'll leave. She'll leave to finally meet the father whom she dreams of, night after night.
...Tonight...
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp