Post by .:-Aikoa-:. on Feb 23, 2009 22:01:55 GMT -5
Name: Streamstone
Age: 19 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: past... Streampaw is loyal, determined, sweet, but sometimes sassy. She has a way of confusing you, using words that sometimes even she doesn't know the meaning of. She can be a real hassle at times, but likes to think of herself as a decent overcommited feline of the type who are of fatal beauty and tend to use that to an advantage. In other words, she likes to use her "good looks" to charm other cats. But deep inside this confident kitty is a sad song, that has almost never been sung...
Present... Streamstone is loyal but edgy, with a somber face and a thoughtful expression usually following. She is soft spoken and somewhat shy, unaccostumed to making friends. She's very kind, though, and tries to understand others as well as she strives to be understood. Streamstone often feels like the little ugly apprentice she used to be, but sometimes she can just bask in the sun and enjoy life. Streamstone is what one might call a "pessimistic optimist." She tends to look on the good side and then decide that there are many bad things, as well. She's never totally one way or the other.
History: (This is very brief look at her history):
Streamstone was born away from the Clans. No cat knows of her horrible history. When Streamstone was born, one of five in a litter, she was deemed a stupid idiot by her father, being, surprisingly, the only she-cat of the litter. Streampaw was abused by her parents, made fun of because of her odd round ears and puffy tail, and her fluffy head fur, by her siblings, and often harrassed over every little detail. When she was a little older, she made a friend. Her only friend, a Clan cat named Skypaw. Skypaw and Streamstone became friends, secretly. But one day a rouge seemed to think they'd be fun to pick on. He attacked Streamstone, but Skypaw fought him, despite the rouge's access size and strength. Sadly, his efforts got him killed. Streamstone brought him back to his Clan, WIndClan. They didn't trust her much, but she was allowed to join at the age of nine moons. Now she's lived a full moon with the Clans, and thoughts of Skypaw still haunt her mind.
RP example: Apprentice style
Streampaw licked her lips daintily. The scent of fresh-kill was overpowering. Her soft icy blue eyes observed the other apprentices airily. All chattering about the gathering like excited hooligans. Who needed them? Streampaw licked a little bit of a thrush. Yucko! Plenty of premature feathers. Not what she wanted. Streampaw noticed a warrior watching her, and slumped her shoulders dejectedly. At least she could have a meal, and not be starving like she always had been as a kit. Maybe these good moons with the Clan had made her to picky. She picked up the thrush. Have to dedicate myself to whatever it is i'm doing. She recited the words known perfectly. Skypaw had been... Streampaw felt tears brim her eyes. She pushed the fresh-kill away. She'd lost her appitite.
(She's a really nice cat, its only she tries to hide her feelings. So don't take her as a brat, please)
Age: 19 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearence:
Personality: past... Streampaw is loyal, determined, sweet, but sometimes sassy. She has a way of confusing you, using words that sometimes even she doesn't know the meaning of. She can be a real hassle at times, but likes to think of herself as a decent overcommited feline of the type who are of fatal beauty and tend to use that to an advantage. In other words, she likes to use her "good looks" to charm other cats. But deep inside this confident kitty is a sad song, that has almost never been sung...
Present... Streamstone is loyal but edgy, with a somber face and a thoughtful expression usually following. She is soft spoken and somewhat shy, unaccostumed to making friends. She's very kind, though, and tries to understand others as well as she strives to be understood. Streamstone often feels like the little ugly apprentice she used to be, but sometimes she can just bask in the sun and enjoy life. Streamstone is what one might call a "pessimistic optimist." She tends to look on the good side and then decide that there are many bad things, as well. She's never totally one way or the other.
History: (This is very brief look at her history):
Streamstone was born away from the Clans. No cat knows of her horrible history. When Streamstone was born, one of five in a litter, she was deemed a stupid idiot by her father, being, surprisingly, the only she-cat of the litter. Streampaw was abused by her parents, made fun of because of her odd round ears and puffy tail, and her fluffy head fur, by her siblings, and often harrassed over every little detail. When she was a little older, she made a friend. Her only friend, a Clan cat named Skypaw. Skypaw and Streamstone became friends, secretly. But one day a rouge seemed to think they'd be fun to pick on. He attacked Streamstone, but Skypaw fought him, despite the rouge's access size and strength. Sadly, his efforts got him killed. Streamstone brought him back to his Clan, WIndClan. They didn't trust her much, but she was allowed to join at the age of nine moons. Now she's lived a full moon with the Clans, and thoughts of Skypaw still haunt her mind.
RP example: Apprentice style
Streampaw licked her lips daintily. The scent of fresh-kill was overpowering. Her soft icy blue eyes observed the other apprentices airily. All chattering about the gathering like excited hooligans. Who needed them? Streampaw licked a little bit of a thrush. Yucko! Plenty of premature feathers. Not what she wanted. Streampaw noticed a warrior watching her, and slumped her shoulders dejectedly. At least she could have a meal, and not be starving like she always had been as a kit. Maybe these good moons with the Clan had made her to picky. She picked up the thrush. Have to dedicate myself to whatever it is i'm doing. She recited the words known perfectly. Skypaw had been... Streampaw felt tears brim her eyes. She pushed the fresh-kill away. She'd lost her appitite.
(She's a really nice cat, its only she tries to hide her feelings. So don't take her as a brat, please)
