Post by ___ookami. on Oct 6, 2007 3:08:40 GMT
Name: Harvestpelt
Gender: She-cat
Age: 4 years
Clan: is an ex-Riverclan, now Shadowclan
Appearance: A comely she-cat, Harvestpelt is the color of brown sugar, delicately striped with deep, rich golds and reds. Her shining eyes are the color of new grass, the pupils rounder than the normal cat's. Her small, delicate paws are a dark shade of reddish-orange, a bit like the color of peeled carrots. Basically, she looks like a fuzzy cornucopia.
Personality: Harvestpelt is very protective of other cats, whether they are from her clan or not. She is a loving, caring she-cat that never goes back on her words. She loves kits, but if she watches them for too long she may break down, due to the memories of her two kits. If she hears of a fox perhaps wandering around in the area, she is the first cat to volunteer to scout. She absolutely detests foxes.
History and RP Sample(hope you don’t mind if I combine them):
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 Thunderclan 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.
A while after, Harvest regained consciousness in the Riverclan’s medicine cat’s den.
“Where are my kits?!” She snarled, getting up quickly, only to fall back down in pain.
“They are dead. The fox killed them.” Was all that the medicine cat said.
Other: Harvestpelt is actually the blood mother of Visionstar; little does she know.
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Name: Loveless
Gender: Tom
Age: One year
Clan you would like to join: Shadowclan
Appearance: A handsome black tom, Loveless is a black cat, save the small reddish splotches on his pelt, which make him look like he was splattered with blood. His slitted pupils sit lazily in an ocean of violet, underneath an oil-on-water effect. His unusually long teeth stick out from between his lips, making him look like he is always snarling. His ears have many small holes in them, and a long scar stretches across his nose. His large paws are red, and reddish-tinted claws are always unsheathed. He is muscular, huge, in fact, but can run like that of a Windclan cat. He is extremely flexible, and is very reliable to get any job done.
Personality: Loveless is a very quiet cat, and prefers being by himself. His eyes are always narrowed, so most cats think he's up to something, though most of the time he just wants to go sit in the shade. He is very unsocial, and most cats are afraid of him, just because he's different. He was born with a defect, and cannot feel pain, no matter how great. He believes everybody hates him, that he is unwanted, unloved. When he sleeps, he even sleeps in the darkest, farthest corner, away from everyone else. He loves the dark, and can see in it almost as well as daytime, unlike other cats. The only cat he is comfortable around is his leader, Visionstar.
History: His mother died giving birth to him, and his brothers and sisters were eaten by a fox. He was found half-dead, barely alive, in a hole, hiding. He was barely a day old at that time. He was dubbed Lovepaw at six moons, and Loveless after that.
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Gender: She-cat
Age: 4 years
Clan: is an ex-Riverclan, now Shadowclan
Appearance: A comely she-cat, Harvestpelt is the color of brown sugar, delicately striped with deep, rich golds and reds. Her shining eyes are the color of new grass, the pupils rounder than the normal cat's. Her small, delicate paws are a dark shade of reddish-orange, a bit like the color of peeled carrots. Basically, she looks like a fuzzy cornucopia.
Personality: Harvestpelt is very protective of other cats, whether they are from her clan or not. She is a loving, caring she-cat that never goes back on her words. She loves kits, but if she watches them for too long she may break down, due to the memories of her two kits. If she hears of a fox perhaps wandering around in the area, she is the first cat to volunteer to scout. She absolutely detests foxes.
History and RP Sample(hope you don’t mind if I combine them):
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 Thunderclan 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.
A while after, Harvest regained consciousness in the Riverclan’s medicine cat’s den.
“Where are my kits?!” She snarled, getting up quickly, only to fall back down in pain.
“They are dead. The fox killed them.” Was all that the medicine cat said.
Other: Harvestpelt is actually the blood mother of Visionstar; little does she know.
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Name: Loveless
Gender: Tom
Age: One year
Clan you would like to join: Shadowclan
Appearance: A handsome black tom, Loveless is a black cat, save the small reddish splotches on his pelt, which make him look like he was splattered with blood. His slitted pupils sit lazily in an ocean of violet, underneath an oil-on-water effect. His unusually long teeth stick out from between his lips, making him look like he is always snarling. His ears have many small holes in them, and a long scar stretches across his nose. His large paws are red, and reddish-tinted claws are always unsheathed. He is muscular, huge, in fact, but can run like that of a Windclan cat. He is extremely flexible, and is very reliable to get any job done.
Personality: Loveless is a very quiet cat, and prefers being by himself. His eyes are always narrowed, so most cats think he's up to something, though most of the time he just wants to go sit in the shade. He is very unsocial, and most cats are afraid of him, just because he's different. He was born with a defect, and cannot feel pain, no matter how great. He believes everybody hates him, that he is unwanted, unloved. When he sleeps, he even sleeps in the darkest, farthest corner, away from everyone else. He loves the dark, and can see in it almost as well as daytime, unlike other cats. The only cat he is comfortable around is his leader, Visionstar.
History: His mother died giving birth to him, and his brothers and sisters were eaten by a fox. He was found half-dead, barely alive, in a hole, hiding. He was barely a day old at that time. He was dubbed Lovepaw at six moons, and Loveless after that.
Since I'm an admin, can I go ahead and start posting?
