Post by Duskwind on Mar 9, 2010 22:16:40 GMT -5
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Your Name/Nickname: Evelyn, Eve, anything that sounds like Evelyn is fine =3
Any other characters? None Yet ^^ « Susceptible to Change
Chatango Username: Barketh
Contact Info: Hmmm; contact via email, chatango, pm, anything is fine~
How'd you find this site?: Through another special site's affiliates
Character's Name: Duskwind (Prefers to be called Windy)
Clan/Group: Frostclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Family/Mate:
Lilacfrost- Birth mother *Unkown*
Rainshower- Father *Unknown*
Lena- Step mother *Unknown*
Moon- Half brother *Unknown*
Delighla- Sister *Unknown*
Appearance: Just as his personality suggests, he is as bright as the sun. With a handsome sandy pelt, he has golden tabby stripes and a smile as charming as an otter. His build is smaller than the average cat, and while he lacks the thick coat of most Frostclanners, the bright hue in his pelt doesn't make him any warmer despite its appearance. As chivalrous yet clumsy as they come, he holds a level height with other warriors, and it is mostly just his frame that makes this tom appear slighter than his companions.
Brilliant, adorable green eyes shine at you while his left forepaw is splashed white and his smile is as sweet as it is gentle. With his cheerful nature, it is considered a rarity to see him without a grin on his face, even when he's sleeping!
With rather soft features, there's no doubting why he represents an unintimidating figure with such a friendly expression. The tom relies more on his speed to hunt than anything else; it's all this stick in the mud can do to keep the prey from noticing him.
Personality: An optimist, Windy hates to see anyone frown and takes it upon himself to cheer them up. Though he is fiercely loyal to his clan, he is also very quick to jump into other clans' business in his attempts to make everyone smile. Outgoing, he often introduces himself before other cats' can even say
"Hello."
He is very popular with she-cats and can be a bit of a flirt every now and than, though he has never considered settling down and having a family. With a good sense of humor and a positive perspective on life, he is great at persuading and comforting others, and whenever someone's feeling down, he's the right cat to go to. A good confidant, not only is he able to quickly asses situations despite his awkward footing, but he also makes for quite the good listener. Duskwind knows very well what it's like to have no one to confide in, so he does his very best to always be there when another cat is feeling alone and without an ear to speak to. Considerate of others, he really would be quite the special cat was he not always poking his head into one thing or another and getting his paws tangled in imaginary brambles.
Past: Born a loner, Duskwind grew up with his mother and younger sister at the twoleg-place. Though they would've been mistaken as kittypets by anyone else, their father, Rainshower, was once a warrior of Frostclan.
When his mate's kits were born, she didn't want to be a mother and refused to take care of them. She was young when she gave birth to them and was frightened at the idea of raising children, therefore she left them with their father. She fled the mountains, fearing the clans would hate her for making the decision she did.
Though Rainshower tried raising the kits on his own, he knew that if he raised them in Frostclan they would eventually learn of their mother's neglect from their gossiping clanmates. He then made the decision to become a rouge, and he took his children with him.
They grew up with the help of a kittypet who Rainshower fell in love with. She bore Dusk and Delighla's half-brother, Moon. The three kits got along well, despite their opposite natures.
Moon was shy and serious, Delighla was smart and rebellious, while Dusk was energetic and possitive.
One day, while they were play-fighting, a twoleg came along in a large white monster and took the three away (Rainshower was hunting at the time and Moon's mother was cleaning the nests).
They were brought to a place filled with metal webs and were seperated from one another. Despite their terrible misfortune, Dusk kept his siblings happy throughout their stay, joking and chatting constantly to cheer them up.
Yet, as the days passed, he watched as first Delighla and then Moon were taken away by happy twoleg kits who came to visit with their parents. Finally, Dusk was left alone. At first, he remained optimistic, convinced that he would be let free and would be able to find his kin.
Moons passed, then seasons, until Dusk was 8 moons old. By then, even he, being the cheerful tom he was, had lost all hope of ever being freed. He grew sullen more and more until he stopped eating and moving altogether. The twolegs who checked on the cats grew concerned and took him out of the den for the first time in seasons.
The minute the sun met his golden pelt, he felt its warmth encouraging him to rise, stand, and run. A voice spoke to him, a Starclan cat most likely; telling him to return to Frostclan where he would be safe.
Summing up all his strength, he had leaped from the twoleg's arms and had ran with everything he had, determined to find the clan that he had faint memories of as a kit.
He traveled for days and days. Luckily, he had been taught how to hunt and fight sufficiently before being captured, and though he was inexperienced, he barely managed to survive. When he finally stumbled across the meadows, he collapsed and was soon found by an Frostclan patrol.
When he awoke, he was introduced to the clan. They asked about his background and why he was there, and when he explained, they realized that 'Dusk' must stand for Dusk-kit, the kit who was taken away by his father moons ago. Their predictions were confirmed after he told them who his father and sister were, and they took him in with open paws despite the fact that he had been a loner previously.
He sharpened his hunting and fighting skills and was made a warrior in no time due to his age and experience, and he was granted the name Duskwind.
However, when he joined Windclan, his spirit was renewed and his loneliness was washed away after meeting so many friendly cats. Due to his optimistic personality, the tom never had much trouble getting along with his new clanmates. He was clumsy and his golden pelt stood out like a dog in a circle of mice, but it was his good advice that caught his leader's eye and brought him up to the rank he currently holds now. Despite his young age, the tom was honored to be made deputy, though often he tends to forget that he's supposed to hold authority, causing him to seem just like any other Frostclan warrior who happens to be a cheerful and amusing advisor.
Sample: This is from a story I'm writing, just the prologue. =)
Other: Hmmm, nothing much.
Just glad to be here. =)
By: Eve[/orange]
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Your Name/Nickname: Evelyn, Eve, anything that sounds like Evelyn is fine =3
Any other characters? None Yet ^^ « Susceptible to Change
Chatango Username: Barketh
Contact Info: Hmmm; contact via email, chatango, pm, anything is fine~
How'd you find this site?: Through another special site's affiliates
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Character's Name: Duskwind (Prefers to be called Windy)
Clan/Group: Frostclan
Gender: Tom
Age: 19 Moons
Rank: Deputy
Family/Mate:
Lilacfrost- Birth mother *Unkown*
Rainshower- Father *Unknown*
Lena- Step mother *Unknown*
Moon- Half brother *Unknown*
Delighla- Sister *Unknown*
Appearance: Just as his personality suggests, he is as bright as the sun. With a handsome sandy pelt, he has golden tabby stripes and a smile as charming as an otter. His build is smaller than the average cat, and while he lacks the thick coat of most Frostclanners, the bright hue in his pelt doesn't make him any warmer despite its appearance. As chivalrous yet clumsy as they come, he holds a level height with other warriors, and it is mostly just his frame that makes this tom appear slighter than his companions.
Brilliant, adorable green eyes shine at you while his left forepaw is splashed white and his smile is as sweet as it is gentle. With his cheerful nature, it is considered a rarity to see him without a grin on his face, even when he's sleeping!
With rather soft features, there's no doubting why he represents an unintimidating figure with such a friendly expression. The tom relies more on his speed to hunt than anything else; it's all this stick in the mud can do to keep the prey from noticing him.
Personality: An optimist, Windy hates to see anyone frown and takes it upon himself to cheer them up. Though he is fiercely loyal to his clan, he is also very quick to jump into other clans' business in his attempts to make everyone smile. Outgoing, he often introduces himself before other cats' can even say
"Hello."
He is very popular with she-cats and can be a bit of a flirt every now and than, though he has never considered settling down and having a family. With a good sense of humor and a positive perspective on life, he is great at persuading and comforting others, and whenever someone's feeling down, he's the right cat to go to. A good confidant, not only is he able to quickly asses situations despite his awkward footing, but he also makes for quite the good listener. Duskwind knows very well what it's like to have no one to confide in, so he does his very best to always be there when another cat is feeling alone and without an ear to speak to. Considerate of others, he really would be quite the special cat was he not always poking his head into one thing or another and getting his paws tangled in imaginary brambles.
Past: Born a loner, Duskwind grew up with his mother and younger sister at the twoleg-place. Though they would've been mistaken as kittypets by anyone else, their father, Rainshower, was once a warrior of Frostclan.
When his mate's kits were born, she didn't want to be a mother and refused to take care of them. She was young when she gave birth to them and was frightened at the idea of raising children, therefore she left them with their father. She fled the mountains, fearing the clans would hate her for making the decision she did.
Though Rainshower tried raising the kits on his own, he knew that if he raised them in Frostclan they would eventually learn of their mother's neglect from their gossiping clanmates. He then made the decision to become a rouge, and he took his children with him.
They grew up with the help of a kittypet who Rainshower fell in love with. She bore Dusk and Delighla's half-brother, Moon. The three kits got along well, despite their opposite natures.
Moon was shy and serious, Delighla was smart and rebellious, while Dusk was energetic and possitive.
One day, while they were play-fighting, a twoleg came along in a large white monster and took the three away (Rainshower was hunting at the time and Moon's mother was cleaning the nests).
They were brought to a place filled with metal webs and were seperated from one another. Despite their terrible misfortune, Dusk kept his siblings happy throughout their stay, joking and chatting constantly to cheer them up.
Yet, as the days passed, he watched as first Delighla and then Moon were taken away by happy twoleg kits who came to visit with their parents. Finally, Dusk was left alone. At first, he remained optimistic, convinced that he would be let free and would be able to find his kin.
Moons passed, then seasons, until Dusk was 8 moons old. By then, even he, being the cheerful tom he was, had lost all hope of ever being freed. He grew sullen more and more until he stopped eating and moving altogether. The twolegs who checked on the cats grew concerned and took him out of the den for the first time in seasons.
The minute the sun met his golden pelt, he felt its warmth encouraging him to rise, stand, and run. A voice spoke to him, a Starclan cat most likely; telling him to return to Frostclan where he would be safe.
Summing up all his strength, he had leaped from the twoleg's arms and had ran with everything he had, determined to find the clan that he had faint memories of as a kit.
He traveled for days and days. Luckily, he had been taught how to hunt and fight sufficiently before being captured, and though he was inexperienced, he barely managed to survive. When he finally stumbled across the meadows, he collapsed and was soon found by an Frostclan patrol.
When he awoke, he was introduced to the clan. They asked about his background and why he was there, and when he explained, they realized that 'Dusk' must stand for Dusk-kit, the kit who was taken away by his father moons ago. Their predictions were confirmed after he told them who his father and sister were, and they took him in with open paws despite the fact that he had been a loner previously.
He sharpened his hunting and fighting skills and was made a warrior in no time due to his age and experience, and he was granted the name Duskwind.
However, when he joined Windclan, his spirit was renewed and his loneliness was washed away after meeting so many friendly cats. Due to his optimistic personality, the tom never had much trouble getting along with his new clanmates. He was clumsy and his golden pelt stood out like a dog in a circle of mice, but it was his good advice that caught his leader's eye and brought him up to the rank he currently holds now. Despite his young age, the tom was honored to be made deputy, though often he tends to forget that he's supposed to hold authority, causing him to seem just like any other Frostclan warrior who happens to be a cheerful and amusing advisor.
Sample: This is from a story I'm writing, just the prologue. =)
Blind Revelations- Prologue~ The Day I Died
I closed my eyes. The world was spinning fast. Really fast. So fast that it was actually terrifying, but in that kind of exhilarating way where your stomach feels like a feather about to come out your throat yet your blood runs so thin that your head is whirling so fast you have no time to think about anything. Well, if you can relate to that description, then you'll know what it was like when I fell off the hillside into Boston Lot back when I was 6. I used to live with my brother and our aunt and uncle up in New Hampshire in a small neighborhood called Sachem Village. It was nice there, the perfect place to grow up. All the houses were connected in pairs of 2 as condos, and consisted of a humble front and back yard with maybe a tree or two. There were tire swings in nearly every yard, and there was a little park with a playground and swings in the center of the community. It was a small little country-side place with a warm feeling to it, but it was enough for me. Sachem was our world, and in every world, there is always a dark side.
Of course, that sounds pretty pathetic coming from someone who's 14. I should be thinking about things like makeup and who's cute and how I'm going to explain to my parents the big black Fs on my report card. Not me though. First of all, makeup is for girls who try too hard. Second, it doesn't really matter if a guy is cute or not because most likely it's not worth it if a million other girls are after him too. Eventually, the guy'll notice and his ego will grow as fat as his head and he'll just turn into another one of those shallow jerks. And third, I don't get Fs. In fact, I don't mean to brag, but my grades have been good and steady since third grade. And I'm saying 3rd grade and not 1st because we only started getting homework and report cards in 3rd grade. Or at least, that's when we actually started caring about school work anyway. When you're little, the whole world is your playground, so you don't have time to be worrying about the trivial stuff like getting to school late or falling off the slide or not getting your turn on the swing. In my case, I've never been a big social and outgoing person like my brother. In fact, Palo has always been really chipper. My parents used to say that he was born standing up, but I beg to differ. Even though he's older than me, he can barely walk three paces without finding some non-existing substance to trip over. He's a real goof, but I love him.
Anyway, enough about all the mush. I was talking about Boston Lot. Right, when I was 6, I wandered away from home and into the nearby woods. There was a cute little dirt path running through the forest and across a wide golden heather field. Occasionally if you were lucky, you would stumble across a white-tail deer or a cotton-tail rabbit. They were the sweetest things when they were giving you the death look for stepping on their potential dinner supply for tomorrow. I was walking around pretty pointlessly. Maybe I was chasing a bee or something, but I can't really remember. Trust me; back when I was little, shy as I may have been, I was fearless. I was following that bee in the hopes that it would lead me to its hive. When I was little and even now, I've always loved me a good bottle of honey. Back to the point though. I was wandering after it when I came across a place where the trees thinned out to reveal a grassy slope that led down to the edge of a vast lake, and I was old enough to read the sign that said 'Boston Lot'. Once again, not to brag, but I've always been a little ahead of most people my age, so I started reading shortly after I was talking.
When I saw the sign, the last words were smudged, so I thought about what my uncle sometimes told me; about the Boston Tea Party or something involving a big body of water and the beginning of America or whatever. Anyway, all I remembered was that there was water and crates of tea that got dumped down, so when I saw that sign with its 'Boston L--'
I thought that 'L' was a T, and so I figured it would be real smart of me to jump on in and find those crates of tea. I might've been precocious, but I can't blame anyone nowadays who says I was a right old fool back then. I rolled up the sleeves of my trousers to my knees and then waded in carefully. Of course, being a country girl, I was used to the feeling of cold creek water, so I didn't hesitate to go further. It was only as my foot slipped over a drop-off that I wondered if what I was doing wasn't a good idea. Too late though.
SPLASH
My whole body went flipping backwards as I slid into the water straight downwards along that muddy underwater slope. I barely had time to gulp in air before my head went under too, and I might as well have been walking on ice, because whenever I imagine seeing myself fall the way it felt, my ribs start aching from laughter. All I really remember though was that terrifyingly amazing feeling as the water closed around my head and my legs were sucked down, down, down into the mud. If I wasn't little, I would've questioned the world a thousand times for as to why my legs kept sinking deeper and deeper when I had barely set foot past the solid pebble bank. There was no time for that though. I was a champion swimmer- in my dreams anyway. In truth, I was a horrible swimmer. I've always had weak arms. My legs aren't very strong either, but I'm an excellent runner. However, if you know anything, you'll understand that running on land is quite different from running in water. My arms and legs flailed, though it was mostly my arms. My legs had been sucked down by the mud, and that icky gunk had a fast hold on those limbs. I could barely wiggle my toes without feeling gooey liquid squelch between them. My arms were reaching up towards the surface as my head began spinning, lights going on and off and popping in my head. My lungs were starting to complain and my breath was pushing up against my throat, struggling harder than I was to escape. I don't think my breath knew that if it left, I wouldn't be able to relieve my lungs anyway. Panic started to grasp me. I've always been on the smaller side, so my fingers barely brushed against the surface of the water before the mud sucked me down deeper. By now my ribs were aching and my chest was burning. My blood felt like it was pounding explosively in my veins, and my instincts were roaring like fire. I thrashed wildly, but my legs refused to be freed. Wiggling, squirming; my mouth finally opened and a shower of bubbles left my body. My eyes squeezed shut. I was too young to understand what it meant to die. All I knew was that something inside me was hurting terribly, and I really, really needed to get free of the water. More bubbles exploded from me, and I could hear a dull squealing. If my head had been above the water, I probably would've hurt my earsplitting scream for help, but I wasn't. I was underwater, and if even I, who was closest to my own voice, could barely decipher it, than there was no hope that anyone else would. My senses dulled, yet the throbbing in my head, lungs and throat never went down. I was desperate now. An agony was strangling me, and I couldn't breathe.
Help, mom! Dad! Uncle Derik, Aunt Kira! Help... Palo.... Help....
At some point I went black. Everything turned freezing cold, and the throbbing in my head died down as the surface suddenly grew further and further. My lungs stopped hurting, and I lost all feeling in my body. My limbs were limp, and I could feel a sagging weight pulling me down. It must've been the feeling of my blood gradually stopping as the oxygen flow throughout my body was cut off, but my whole system had gone numb and seemed to have shut down, because my thoughts were dwindling and I wasn't dreaming of anything. I was just lost in a dull and silent stupor. My last thought was when I was wondering how long humans could hold their breath, and how long I'd been under already. My stomach contracted once and one last, small bubble escaped my mouth before I fell down into the darkness. That was the first time I died. No one found me because they didn't know I'd gone and wandered off. No one knew that I drowned that day. No one knew, because according to them, I never did die. No, I had simply gotten lost, because they later found me lying on the bank asleep. But I remember it. Everything. From my visions of sweet-scented honey, to the point where I drowned and died, and then to when I met Sable and was brought back. My name is Kraya, and this is what life is like being dead.
Other: Hmmm, nothing much.
Just glad to be here. =)
By: Eve[/orange]
