Post by Rosepaw on Apr 9, 2010 20:11:15 GMT -5
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Your Name/Nickname: Rosefeather (I don't ut real names, sorry
)Any other characters? none yet
Chatango Username: Lemonwing
Contact Info: PM
How'd you find this site?: mentioned by a friend on another site
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Characters Name: Rosekit, Rosepaw (Rosefeather, if not minded)
Clan/Group:FrostClan
Gender: she-cat
Age 8 moons
Rank: Apprentice (possibly medicine cat apprentice?)
Family/Mate:
Mother: Berrywhisker
Father: Lizardmouth
Siblings: (desceased brother) Coldpaw
Appearance: Rosfeather is small in size with silky smooth fur and squeezed almond shaped eyes. They are of a light green-blue coloring and seem to sparkle like StarClan had its place behind them. Her fur is a creamy pearl color with swirls of raven black printing her back, side, and top-of-head. Rosefeather's paws are angular, and her ears are pointed and sharp. Her claws are a bit rounded at the end, perfect for hunting, but not fighting. Her smooth tail is also pointed at the end, and the direct opposite of fluffy- just soft and whippy.
Personality: The she-cat has incredible hunting skills- quite almost the best in the Clan. If it was in her quiet nature, she would brag about it, but she keeps to herself a lot. Rosefeather is clever enough to figure out problems, whether they concern her or not. She doesn't make very many friends in the Clan for fear she will be criticized. Her fighting skills aren't wonderful, but they are a tad bit better than her social skills. She is waiting on the right cat to bring her out of her state. Plus, though her body is a nice hunting type, she is better at memory- like herbs. Special fact? She doesn't really believe in StarClan.
Past: As kits, Rosekit and her brother, Coldkit, were a handful. Rosekit was way too shy for her own good, and Coldkit thought he could do just about anything. He was strong and musculer, and always wanted to protect his littermate from dangers- even if it was just a small task like another kit. A small time after the kits were weaned, their mother grew very ill. Their father was constantly away on patrol, being a great cat inside and out, so Coldkit took it in his stride to be as dutiful as possible. Rosekit never objected. She would have been a much better medicine cat then warrior, in her opinion, but she knew her mother would have wanted her to be more- be a great role-model for kin that would one day come along. So Rosekit became an apprentice, Rosepaw, and her brother was Coldpaw. Soon, their mother, Berrywhisker, died from the sickness, and their father took on a new mate that tried to be like a second mother, but no other cat would ever take her place. Ever.
Sometime soon, Rosepaw totally gave up on becoming a warrior. She really wanted to learn more about herbs than the few lessons she was given! So Rosepaw asked to change. *Meanwhile, her brother was helping in battle until he got hurt. His soul was hanging by a thread, and Frozenstar made him Coldeyes for being a great look-out during the thriving and horrible battle. Rosepaw was devastated, and decided that StarClan must not be real to do that to her only family connection that she still cared for. (Now what is poor shy Rosepaw going to do without her big brother?)
Sample: The black cat stared at her, and she stared back. Rosepaw gave the tom a nervous glance. She could see in his eyes that she wasn't going to get away. He came closer to the she-cat. "You don't reconize me," he asked in sentence formation. Rosepaw shook her head "no". This cat was a complete stranger! "Ah, pity that you don't reconize your own brother," he said with a snarl. Rosepaw widened her eyes. "But- but you can't actually be-" The tom, her father, came closer. "Yes, I am Coldeyes. Let me, my sister, ask how you are faring without me." Rosepaw squinted her eyes at him, mixed feelings coursing through her veins, adrenaline pumping in her muscles to stir her up, make her fight with words against this imposter. He didn't know her. Where was her broter through the years that she actually needed him in?!? "You don't even know me," Rosepaw spat out. "Don't try to pretend." Her brother smiled. "Aw, sis, don't be like that. I just asked-"
"Go. Away." Rosepaw hissed. "If you knew anything at all, you would know for a fact that my courage is rising. Only me and my courage actually know I am. Leave us, Coldeyes, or you will have me no more." This technically didn't sound like her, but she had to stick up for something. If she was worth anything to this murderer, then he would go away and leave her and her life alone, never to interfere again. StarClan ruined everything. Even her brother didn't understandheranymore... StarClan didn't exist. Coldeyes would have never acted like to her, right?
Other: If I ever become inactive (oh, gosh never!), please don't delete the actual character- put her up for adoption.
By: Rosefeather
