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Post by [Lunatic] on May 20, 2008 18:12:10 GMT -5
Thewindswhisper: Cleargaze
Clearlyi'ma: She-cat
Couldithavebeenthatlong?: 23 Moons
Myloyaltiesarefirm: FeatherClan
Theytellmei'ma: Warrior
Thisiswhoiwishi'mnot: Cleargaze is a very unsure, shy cat, but she is loyal to her clan to the death. Despite her timid nature, she is also a great fighter and hunter, not reluctant to go into battle.
But among others, she closes herself off into a shell, only speaking when spoken to. Cleargaze is determined to one day break from this horrid shell of nothing she's trapped herself in.
It'swhattheyallseemtosee: Cleargaze is an all black she-cat, with lithe limbs and sleek fur. Her eyes are so light-blue they are almost clear, thus her namesake. She is an average sized cat, not specifically 'large' or 'tiny', and Cleargaze has long legs to go with their litheness, good for running.
Shallineverforgethehorrosoflife?: Cleargaze was born in a litter of four, but two died of the same illness. The illness also took her mother, and not long after battle took her father. Eventually it was just her and her brother, Rowankit.
Cleargaze became desperately close to her brother, and when they were both eight moons and her brother died from a fight gone wrong, Cleargaze was torn into pieces. Her life flipped upside down, and she became more closed off than she already was, feeling how it was unfair that StarClan should take her whole family, and then her light, away from her.
Cleargaze was trapped in the darkness for a long time, until she was made a warrior. Though she kept herself closed off, she finally began to speak a bit again. She realized that since she was now a warrior, she could become the best. Cleargaze made an oath to herself that her life would be her Clan, perhaps more so than any other cat.
Thus the tale of Cleargaze ends at 23 moons, where she stands almost firmly, a little lopsided, now.
Clearlyi'ma: She-cat
Couldithavebeenthatlong?: 23 Moons
Myloyaltiesarefirm: FeatherClan
Theytellmei'ma: Warrior
Thisiswhoiwishi'mnot: Cleargaze is a very unsure, shy cat, but she is loyal to her clan to the death. Despite her timid nature, she is also a great fighter and hunter, not reluctant to go into battle.
But among others, she closes herself off into a shell, only speaking when spoken to. Cleargaze is determined to one day break from this horrid shell of nothing she's trapped herself in.
It'swhattheyallseemtosee: Cleargaze is an all black she-cat, with lithe limbs and sleek fur. Her eyes are so light-blue they are almost clear, thus her namesake. She is an average sized cat, not specifically 'large' or 'tiny', and Cleargaze has long legs to go with their litheness, good for running.
Shallineverforgethehorrosoflife?: Cleargaze was born in a litter of four, but two died of the same illness. The illness also took her mother, and not long after battle took her father. Eventually it was just her and her brother, Rowankit.
Cleargaze became desperately close to her brother, and when they were both eight moons and her brother died from a fight gone wrong, Cleargaze was torn into pieces. Her life flipped upside down, and she became more closed off than she already was, feeling how it was unfair that StarClan should take her whole family, and then her light, away from her.
Cleargaze was trapped in the darkness for a long time, until she was made a warrior. Though she kept herself closed off, she finally began to speak a bit again. She realized that since she was now a warrior, she could become the best. Cleargaze made an oath to herself that her life would be her Clan, perhaps more so than any other cat.
Thus the tale of Cleargaze ends at 23 moons, where she stands almost firmly, a little lopsided, now.
RP Sample:
This is from my friend and my site, TRITF.
May 20, 2008 12:54:37 GMT -5 @fluff said:
The calico snapped his head up to the Erlkoing. Know it he didn't, but Abolesco was a fool. Yet in the end, he was a brave fool. He stood his ground without a flinch, and looked the Erlkoing in the eyes, declaring with a boom,
"I am Abolesco! I have come here to kill you; to prove myself to the weaker and the strong. I've never heard of you fighting a strong cat, you merely feed on the weak and poor!" Abolesco snarled, claws coming out. "I will let you surrender, if you wish." He smirked haughtily, continuing, "You may escape with your life--perhaps. If not, you will surely die. I am young and strong, and you..." The green eyes narrowed, looking over the mysterious figure. "You are clearly not."
Sweet Briar the Rose sat curled from a distance, his lovely, deadly pink eyes focused on the figures foxtails in front of him. He could not make them out, but he could sniff them and recognize the scent of Abolesco.
"Abolesco, Abelsco..." He murmured, eyes narrowing with disgust. "Abolesco, you fool. Don't you know the Erlkoing will win the duel?" Briar shook his head. Just because the other loner was older than the calico didn't mean that he was wiser, stronger, more strategic.
Abolesco ignored the murmurs from a little far off, determined they were tricks of his imagination. He claws ripped at the ground, and he yowled to the sky,
"Well? Will you fight me, you old bastard, you pathetic excuse for a cat? Or are you too scared?"
Codeword: Solar
