Post by soliel on Mar 28, 2011 22:38:55 GMT -5
Name |Whitethroat
Gender | she-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | warrior
Clan | Meadow
Beliefs | Whitethroat is ambivalent to Starclan's existence, because they serve no purpose to her own goals. However, she publicly recognizes the religion and even fervently participates in Starclan-related incidents.
Parents | mother is rogue, named Small Cloud. Father is unknown.
Siblings | others died near birth, only child.
Other Kin | none
Mate | ny
Crush | ny
Kits | ny
Apprentice/Mentor | ny
Appearance |
A black-and-white tuxedo she-cat with burning green eyes. It's common knowledge that Meadowclan she-cats are often small, almost dainty, and Whitethroat is no exception. She is as dainty as a flower petal, with tiny paws and a very light body. Her face is well-proportioned, although she does have rather large ears. She walks with a light, delicate step that mirrors her unobtrusive personalty.
Her fur toes the line of being long, but it is still short enough to take good, clean care of. There are rarely any tufts of fur hanging from her; Although she gets into scraps fairly often considering her roguish nature, she still manages to take meticulous care of her fur. Her eyes seem to sparkle when the sun glints off of them, radiating their energy through her glossy, almost glass-like orbs.
Although she is dainty, she is bound by muscles that respond like iron traps to her every whim, and has very prominent shoulder and hind muscles, conveying a very athletic build. She can run for hours through the fields with little fatigue due to her wily upbringing and her stellar diet. Whitethroat figures that the only way to impress her clan-mates is to keep care of herself and always look her best, even though she seems arrogant and shallow.
Personality |
Whitethroat's personality is a paradox to most outsiders. She is quiet and unobtrusive, but with good friends she can be spied laughing aloud and making crude jokes. She displays a solid set of morals, but seems extremely shallow to her clan-mates. She tries to flirt with any authority figure she encounters to disarm them as a possible threat. Her shallow, flirtatious attitude is her mechanism of eliminating personal threats, which she secretly fears. She has no sense of cooperation due to her upbringing as a loner, but she seems overly willing to help her clan-mates in large social situations.
Despite her flaws, Whitethroat is exceedingly brave in any fight, and uses a cunning atypical of Meadowclan cats to confuse her foes and gain the upper hand in most every situation. She is secretly very intelligent, although she masks her brutal cunning and intelligence behind her mask of disarming charm. Whitethroat is exceedingly even-headed, making her a more than decent strategist on the field and in her mission of introverted, selfish gain. She has a distinct lack of compassion or conscience at any deep level.
Skills | Whitethroat is a brilliant strategist and hunter, and proves to be quite the scrapper when put to it. She has perfected her footsteps to a silence that even the leaves and grass could not hear.
History |
Whitethroat started life kicking: an untimely birth in late leaf-fall into a world of cold and rain, having to fight for her own against two years' worth of kits, each fighting as fiercely a she was. She ultimately dominated the lot of them, starving each until they were mere scraps in the cold, harsh winter. She clung to her mother out of necessity, the cold and the food that Small Cloud provided facading her inner distrust of her. Their forced closeness disarmed her normally cold-hearted mother into a mode of maternity that ultimately saved her.
She stayed with her mother until the spring, when she was old enough to live on her own. She initially struggled to survive, but her iron-willed instinct to live snuffed out any doubt- but forced Whitethroat into a time where she no longer thought autonomously, she only acted according to instinct. As that summer came along, her interaction with various migrating loners snapped her back into reality, but her thorough grounding in her impeccable instinct shaped her closely guarded personality. She lived the rest of the summer refining her hunting and fighting skills, out of the fear of the same starved hell that she lived in when she first started out on her own, when she was poorly equipped for life.
She lived the next year in largely the same fashion, though word came rippling through the hills of a large group of cats plagued by sickness and starvation, which she decided to distance herself from. She moved away from the now known clan territory to the distant hills, where she once again grew to be a hermit blinded by her own instincts.
Once again her heard word that the large group of cats had not only survived but flourished, and so decided to wander closer to the large mass, whilst carefully schooling herself and putting up barriers between her mind and her reality.
What she stumbled upon was a group of mindless sheep following their charismatic leaders. She rather liked the leaders, how they not only appeared to selflessly lead their groups... or "clans", but they also managed to keep their own selfish agendas. From the background, Whitethroat slowly developed her reputation as timid and dainty, while observing the leaders and their habits. She decided to enter Meadowclan as a shelter in the cold, not for the mutual benefit of the group but for her own means, and her own means only. She was tested for competency and passed strongly, but was purposely not brilliant. Since then she has become the allure of the crop of new toms, the first generation of cats born in the settled territory. She has taken no apprentice as of yet, and only intends to do so if it serves her purpose.
Gender | she-cat
Age | 32 moons
Rank | warrior
Clan | Meadow
Beliefs | Whitethroat is ambivalent to Starclan's existence, because they serve no purpose to her own goals. However, she publicly recognizes the religion and even fervently participates in Starclan-related incidents.
Parents | mother is rogue, named Small Cloud. Father is unknown.
Siblings | others died near birth, only child.
Other Kin | none
Mate | ny
Crush | ny
Kits | ny
Apprentice/Mentor | ny
Appearance |
A black-and-white tuxedo she-cat with burning green eyes. It's common knowledge that Meadowclan she-cats are often small, almost dainty, and Whitethroat is no exception. She is as dainty as a flower petal, with tiny paws and a very light body. Her face is well-proportioned, although she does have rather large ears. She walks with a light, delicate step that mirrors her unobtrusive personalty.
Her fur toes the line of being long, but it is still short enough to take good, clean care of. There are rarely any tufts of fur hanging from her; Although she gets into scraps fairly often considering her roguish nature, she still manages to take meticulous care of her fur. Her eyes seem to sparkle when the sun glints off of them, radiating their energy through her glossy, almost glass-like orbs.
Although she is dainty, she is bound by muscles that respond like iron traps to her every whim, and has very prominent shoulder and hind muscles, conveying a very athletic build. She can run for hours through the fields with little fatigue due to her wily upbringing and her stellar diet. Whitethroat figures that the only way to impress her clan-mates is to keep care of herself and always look her best, even though she seems arrogant and shallow.
Personality |
Whitethroat's personality is a paradox to most outsiders. She is quiet and unobtrusive, but with good friends she can be spied laughing aloud and making crude jokes. She displays a solid set of morals, but seems extremely shallow to her clan-mates. She tries to flirt with any authority figure she encounters to disarm them as a possible threat. Her shallow, flirtatious attitude is her mechanism of eliminating personal threats, which she secretly fears. She has no sense of cooperation due to her upbringing as a loner, but she seems overly willing to help her clan-mates in large social situations.
Despite her flaws, Whitethroat is exceedingly brave in any fight, and uses a cunning atypical of Meadowclan cats to confuse her foes and gain the upper hand in most every situation. She is secretly very intelligent, although she masks her brutal cunning and intelligence behind her mask of disarming charm. Whitethroat is exceedingly even-headed, making her a more than decent strategist on the field and in her mission of introverted, selfish gain. She has a distinct lack of compassion or conscience at any deep level.
Skills | Whitethroat is a brilliant strategist and hunter, and proves to be quite the scrapper when put to it. She has perfected her footsteps to a silence that even the leaves and grass could not hear.
History |
Whitethroat started life kicking: an untimely birth in late leaf-fall into a world of cold and rain, having to fight for her own against two years' worth of kits, each fighting as fiercely a she was. She ultimately dominated the lot of them, starving each until they were mere scraps in the cold, harsh winter. She clung to her mother out of necessity, the cold and the food that Small Cloud provided facading her inner distrust of her. Their forced closeness disarmed her normally cold-hearted mother into a mode of maternity that ultimately saved her.
She stayed with her mother until the spring, when she was old enough to live on her own. She initially struggled to survive, but her iron-willed instinct to live snuffed out any doubt- but forced Whitethroat into a time where she no longer thought autonomously, she only acted according to instinct. As that summer came along, her interaction with various migrating loners snapped her back into reality, but her thorough grounding in her impeccable instinct shaped her closely guarded personality. She lived the rest of the summer refining her hunting and fighting skills, out of the fear of the same starved hell that she lived in when she first started out on her own, when she was poorly equipped for life.
She lived the next year in largely the same fashion, though word came rippling through the hills of a large group of cats plagued by sickness and starvation, which she decided to distance herself from. She moved away from the now known clan territory to the distant hills, where she once again grew to be a hermit blinded by her own instincts.
Once again her heard word that the large group of cats had not only survived but flourished, and so decided to wander closer to the large mass, whilst carefully schooling herself and putting up barriers between her mind and her reality.
What she stumbled upon was a group of mindless sheep following their charismatic leaders. She rather liked the leaders, how they not only appeared to selflessly lead their groups... or "clans", but they also managed to keep their own selfish agendas. From the background, Whitethroat slowly developed her reputation as timid and dainty, while observing the leaders and their habits. She decided to enter Meadowclan as a shelter in the cold, not for the mutual benefit of the group but for her own means, and her own means only. She was tested for competency and passed strongly, but was purposely not brilliant. Since then she has become the allure of the crop of new toms, the first generation of cats born in the settled territory. She has taken no apprentice as of yet, and only intends to do so if it serves her purpose.
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp