Post by laur on Feb 12, 2009 16:55:13 GMT -5
Name | Rookfang
Gender | She-cat
Age | 40 Moons
Rank |Warrior
Clan | StreamClan
Parents | Mother - Crowstorm [deceased] Father unknown (both NP)
Siblings | Blacky [brother, NP]
Other Kin | Former mate - Ares [NP]
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Shadepaw - Apprentice [DC]
Appearance | Rookfang's build is much like the Bombay's, with a large, flat head compared to the rest of her body. She is lithe, very thin, and long. But don't underestimate her; those lean, hardened muscles pack immense, almost unnatural power for her size. Her legs are some-what short, though her tail is long and practically pencil-thin. Tiny (and I mean tiny!) black paws are attached to her short legs, and each little paw carries razor sharp white claws. Rookfang's left ear has a slight cut in it, and there's a faint pink scar behind the same ear.
As for her pelt, Rookfang has the trademark sleek, extremely shiny fur of a Bombay. The short, smooth bristles fall delicately down her long body, reflecting bright lights due to the brilliantly slick coat she grooms regularly. Of course, having a healthy diet of fish helps with the shine, too! There are no other colors on Rookfang's pelt besides the deep, shiny black that grows delicately from her milky-pink skin.
Her eyes are a soft, pale yellow on the outer rims. Towards the pupil, however, there's a faint ring of green. This ring sometimes plays tricks on others' eyes, making it seem like Rookfang has green eyes in some lights. She, however, merely has a dazzling, pale shade of dandelion yellow for her eyes.
Personality | Rookfang has many parts to her confusing personality. When with her clan, she is calm, outgoing, and loving. She is smart, but not exactly a genius. In battle, however, Rookfang is a tornado of teeth and claws. She is an excellent fighter, one of the best in the clan. Fighting is her real talent. However, poor Rookfang can't go two days without tripping. She holds her head high, but can't help but be embarassed when she falls. Rookfang has a sharp tongue, for her opinions matter greatly to her and she is not afraid to speak them. This sometimes aggravates other cats. Rookfang can be easily angered and will be the first to offer to fight. She is a decent hunter, and a so-so tracker. Rookfang dislikes elders and new warriors, but has a soft spot for kits, no matter which clan. [She is based of off my kitty, Sabrina, which is her in the picture. The picture, however, does Sabrina no justice. She is a very pretty cat, but in no way photogenic] Rookfang enjoys fighting and chatting, but hates chores. Sometimes having a flare of temper, the younger cats are afraid of her. She is easy to get used to, though, and not too hard to live with.
Skills | Rookfang's most obvious skill is fighting. She knows all the tricks, and can perform them perfectly. It's a gift, really. Besides that, the only other thing she is truely amazing at is starting arguments. Rookfang's opinions never seem to match up with those of her clanmates.
History | Rookfang was born a rogue with her brother, Blacky. At the time of birth, she only had her mother and brother, with no father present. Her mother, Crowstorm, had taken a mate outside the clans, so she could tell no cat who the father was besides her children.
As Rookfang, named Rook at the time, grew up, she realized her mother missed the life of a clan greatly, and offered to join her in returning to one. Blacky, however, enjoyed the life of a rogue, and decided to stay one.
Following her mother into a clan, Rookpaw grew up as a clan cat, taking the name of Rookfang after a short time. However, the clans split, and her mother died, leaving Rookfang alone as a rogue again. She met another rogue, Ares, and soon fell in love. She gave birth to two of his kits, but both were born dead. This devastated the two, and Ares so much that he left Rookfang. Tired, lonely, and depressed, Rookfang eagerly joined in the construction of new clans.
Now, she hopes to fufill her dream of having kits with a new mate. A mate that will stand by her no matter what.
[/center]Gender | She-cat
Age | 40 Moons
Rank |Warrior
Clan | StreamClan
Parents | Mother - Crowstorm [deceased] Father unknown (both NP)
Siblings | Blacky [brother, NP]
Other Kin | Former mate - Ares [NP]
Mate | Not yet
Crush | Not yet
Kits | Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor | Shadepaw - Apprentice [DC]
Appearance | Rookfang's build is much like the Bombay's, with a large, flat head compared to the rest of her body. She is lithe, very thin, and long. But don't underestimate her; those lean, hardened muscles pack immense, almost unnatural power for her size. Her legs are some-what short, though her tail is long and practically pencil-thin. Tiny (and I mean tiny!) black paws are attached to her short legs, and each little paw carries razor sharp white claws. Rookfang's left ear has a slight cut in it, and there's a faint pink scar behind the same ear.
As for her pelt, Rookfang has the trademark sleek, extremely shiny fur of a Bombay. The short, smooth bristles fall delicately down her long body, reflecting bright lights due to the brilliantly slick coat she grooms regularly. Of course, having a healthy diet of fish helps with the shine, too! There are no other colors on Rookfang's pelt besides the deep, shiny black that grows delicately from her milky-pink skin.
Her eyes are a soft, pale yellow on the outer rims. Towards the pupil, however, there's a faint ring of green. This ring sometimes plays tricks on others' eyes, making it seem like Rookfang has green eyes in some lights. She, however, merely has a dazzling, pale shade of dandelion yellow for her eyes.
Personality | Rookfang has many parts to her confusing personality. When with her clan, she is calm, outgoing, and loving. She is smart, but not exactly a genius. In battle, however, Rookfang is a tornado of teeth and claws. She is an excellent fighter, one of the best in the clan. Fighting is her real talent. However, poor Rookfang can't go two days without tripping. She holds her head high, but can't help but be embarassed when she falls. Rookfang has a sharp tongue, for her opinions matter greatly to her and she is not afraid to speak them. This sometimes aggravates other cats. Rookfang can be easily angered and will be the first to offer to fight. She is a decent hunter, and a so-so tracker. Rookfang dislikes elders and new warriors, but has a soft spot for kits, no matter which clan. [She is based of off my kitty, Sabrina, which is her in the picture. The picture, however, does Sabrina no justice. She is a very pretty cat, but in no way photogenic] Rookfang enjoys fighting and chatting, but hates chores. Sometimes having a flare of temper, the younger cats are afraid of her. She is easy to get used to, though, and not too hard to live with.
Skills | Rookfang's most obvious skill is fighting. She knows all the tricks, and can perform them perfectly. It's a gift, really. Besides that, the only other thing she is truely amazing at is starting arguments. Rookfang's opinions never seem to match up with those of her clanmates.
History | Rookfang was born a rogue with her brother, Blacky. At the time of birth, she only had her mother and brother, with no father present. Her mother, Crowstorm, had taken a mate outside the clans, so she could tell no cat who the father was besides her children.
As Rookfang, named Rook at the time, grew up, she realized her mother missed the life of a clan greatly, and offered to join her in returning to one. Blacky, however, enjoyed the life of a rogue, and decided to stay one.
Following her mother into a clan, Rookpaw grew up as a clan cat, taking the name of Rookfang after a short time. However, the clans split, and her mother died, leaving Rookfang alone as a rogue again. She met another rogue, Ares, and soon fell in love. She gave birth to two of his kits, but both were born dead. This devastated the two, and Ares so much that he left Rookfang. Tired, lonely, and depressed, Rookfang eagerly joined in the construction of new clans.
Now, she hopes to fufill her dream of having kits with a new mate. A mate that will stand by her no matter what.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp