Post by ___ookami. on Sept 14, 2007 21:59:14 GMT
My name is: Visionstar, former names: Visionpaw; Visionfeather
My age is: 25 moons
I live in the clan of: Shadowclan
What I look like: Comely- Beautiful white and silver she-cat delicately splotched with black stripes and spots, pale green eyes. She has always been the odd one out, and wears a string around her neck, a few fangs and claws tied to it. Her fangs are larger than the normal cat's. Her left ear is torn, due to a fight she got in as a kit. Her orbs are cold, like misted pools of green.
My personality: Visionstar likes to stay out of the way of other cats. She is not one to be part of the crowd, and was often seen as an outcast in her apprenticeship(sp?). She is not very friendly, but good at keeping friends, though she is not very good at making them. She is a hard worker, and is bound to make a good leader. She is quite good at hunting. If confronted with danger, she is able to keep her cool and find an enemy's weak point. She keeps her cool and devises a plan, in all situations.
Story of my life: (this is her story, along with her mother's and dead brother's, as well as the RP sample):
Harvest happily licked her two beautiful kits’ heads as she led them through the brush, taking them to see their rogue father.
“Momma, how much longer?” The smaller kit asked, the femme.
Turning to face her daughter, Harvest smiled gently. “Not long,” She began. “Just a little…” Her auds perked up, swiveling around to find their target. She turned sharply to stand face-to-face with the biggest, baddest fox you’ve ever seen.
“Oh no.” She whispered, her bright green eyes wide with fright.
“’Ello, m’dearie.” It said, licking its lips. The fox’s bright yellow eyes focused on the two kits. The larger one, the tom, was struggling to get away on time, while the slight she-cat was glaring at the fox with severe detestation.
“Get away… from… my mum!” It growled. For a kit, it had a surprisingly frightening snarl. Launching herself at the fox, her mouth open to reveal teeth extremely long, even for a fully grown cat’s, she clamped onto its back and held on for dear life, snarling very uncouth things about it.
The fox reached around, grabbing the kit around the stomach and throwing her to the ground.
“You’ll be nice for a good after-dinner snack.” The fox said.
“No! Don’t hurt them!” Harvest shouted, begging. “I’ll do anything!”
“Hmm. Your mom’s stickin’ up for ya, kid.” The fox said, considering. “But I think I’ll eat all of you.” It said, throwing itself at the mother cat. Clamping its jaws around her, he shook her until he felt the warm red liquid he loved so running down his throat.
“There it is!” A small voice sounded.
“Eh?” The fox dropped the she-cat, turning to see an army of Shadowclan cats. It knew when it was outmatched, and quickly darted away, leaving its meal behind with the cats.
Harvest appeared to be dead, so the warriors only gave her a quick glance, before most of them ran after the fox, while two or three stayed behind to take the kits to their camp, where the tom kit soon died of shock, but the femme soon lost all memories of the past.
My owners RP skills: ^^above-ness^^
Is this okay, Lightning-dude?
My age is: 25 moons
I live in the clan of: Shadowclan
What I look like: Comely- Beautiful white and silver she-cat delicately splotched with black stripes and spots, pale green eyes. She has always been the odd one out, and wears a string around her neck, a few fangs and claws tied to it. Her fangs are larger than the normal cat's. Her left ear is torn, due to a fight she got in as a kit. Her orbs are cold, like misted pools of green.
My personality: Visionstar likes to stay out of the way of other cats. She is not one to be part of the crowd, and was often seen as an outcast in her apprenticeship(sp?). She is not very friendly, but good at keeping friends, though she is not very good at making them. She is a hard worker, and is bound to make a good leader. She is quite good at hunting. If confronted with danger, she is able to keep her cool and find an enemy's weak point. She keeps her cool and devises a plan, in all situations.
Story of my life: (this is her story, along with her mother's and dead brother's, as well as the RP sample):
Harvest happily licked her two beautiful kits’ heads as she led them through the brush, taking them to see their rogue father.
“Momma, how much longer?” The smaller kit asked, the femme.
Turning to face her daughter, Harvest smiled gently. “Not long,” She began. “Just a little…” Her auds perked up, swiveling around to find their target. She turned sharply to stand face-to-face with the biggest, baddest fox you’ve ever seen.
“Oh no.” She whispered, her bright green eyes wide with fright.
“’Ello, m’dearie.” It said, licking its lips. The fox’s bright yellow eyes focused on the two kits. The larger one, the tom, was struggling to get away on time, while the slight she-cat was glaring at the fox with severe detestation.
“Get away… from… my mum!” It growled. For a kit, it had a surprisingly frightening snarl. Launching herself at the fox, her mouth open to reveal teeth extremely long, even for a fully grown cat’s, she clamped onto its back and held on for dear life, snarling very uncouth things about it.
The fox reached around, grabbing the kit around the stomach and throwing her to the ground.
“You’ll be nice for a good after-dinner snack.” The fox said.
“No! Don’t hurt them!” Harvest shouted, begging. “I’ll do anything!”
“Hmm. Your mom’s stickin’ up for ya, kid.” The fox said, considering. “But I think I’ll eat all of you.” It said, throwing itself at the mother cat. Clamping its jaws around her, he shook her until he felt the warm red liquid he loved so running down his throat.
“There it is!” A small voice sounded.
“Eh?” The fox dropped the she-cat, turning to see an army of Shadowclan cats. It knew when it was outmatched, and quickly darted away, leaving its meal behind with the cats.
Harvest appeared to be dead, so the warriors only gave her a quick glance, before most of them ran after the fox, while two or three stayed behind to take the kits to their camp, where the tom kit soon died of shock, but the femme soon lost all memories of the past.
My owners RP skills: ^^above-ness^^
Is this okay, Lightning-dude?
