Post by Goldenpaw on Feb 23, 2013 20:59:39 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][cs=2][classy=charname]goldenpaw[/classy] | |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:105px; height:365px; overflow:hidden;][classy=stattop]clan[/classy][classy=statbottom]river[/classy] [classy=stattop]rank[/classy][classy=statbottom]apprentice[/classy] [classy=stattop]age[/classy][classy=statbottom]6 moons[/classy] [classy=stattop]gender[/classy][classy=statbottom]female[/classy] [classy=stattop]sexuality[/classy][classy=statbottom]bisexual, homoromantic[/classy] | [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:345px; height:365px; overflow:hidden; padding:2px;][style=margin-top:-18px;][classy=infotop]appearance[/classy][classy=appbottom]Small, green-eyed, long diluted silver-blue torbie fur with patches of light gold, something like this[/classy] [classy=infotop]personality[/classy][classy=infobottom]Although no cat who knows her well would believe it, Goldenpaw is introverted and easily frightened by those whom she does not know. When she is comfortable in a situation--such as, say, when she is among her known and trusted Clanmates--she is carefree, energetic, actively friendly (if annoying sometimes) and highly eccentric, lacking much self-control with respect to what she says and sometimes does, almost as if she were trying to make up for her early timidity. However, when she is stressed or frightened, she will almost always look for a place to be alone in order to calm down. Clan life generally suits her, particularly as she always knows what is expected that she do and how she is supposed to interact with others. It does occasionally bother her that she has to stay inside the camp most of the time, as she likes solitude and would relish the opportunity to go out on her own, but she can usually accept that this is a privilege she will have to wait to become a warrior for. Goldenpaw does mean well by pretty much every cat she interacts with, but she isn't always very good at showing it. She knows this, but her attempts to ameliorate her mistakes often only amplify them. On the other paw, she is talented at things that do not require her to interact with others: hunting, fighting, and anything that requires her to remember things all come fairly naturally to her, though this also means that she gets all the more frustrated when she gets something wrong in those respects. The combination of poor social skills, talents in other areas, and a vivid memory has made her want very badly to get everything she does right the first time, because she will remember her mistakes in excruciating detail for a painfully long time.[/classy] [classy=infotop]history[/classy][classy=infobottom]Goldenkit, daughter of Runningstream and Marshfur, was always really pretty annoying to the more level-headed members of her Clan, and particularly to her littermate Black-kit. She was far too curious for her own good, starting from when she first learned to see and speak. Her brother, who was always anxious to look good in front of others, despised this. By the time she was three moons, Goldenkit was bored with knowing only the camp, and set out to learn to swim. This worked out rather better than it should have, at least insofar as the swimming itself went: she made it from camp to the shore of the river without drowning, and didn't even end up on the ThunderClan side. Thrilled with herself as any kit would be upon accomplishing such a feat, she began to explore. Sadly, she had used up all her luck and to spare with that much. A Twoleg kit who was also exploring along the river came seemingly out of nowhere to ambush her, and Goldenkit was unable to get away. She regretted her escape by that point. Her father Runningstream, who had been alerted to her absence, tried to come to the rescue, but he could not figure out how to make the Twoleg let go of her. Luckily, an adult Twoleg intervened to make its kit release her, and Goldenkit quickly returned to camp under the watchful eye of her father. She was punished for her escape, though she had already figured out that leaving camp was dangerous and she should stay where she was told. So she did, for the next three moons, until she was apprenticed.[/classy] |
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width:450px; padding:2px;][cs=2][classy=infotop]roleplay sample[/classy][classy=rpsample](From a roleplay last summer on a site that was otherwise about dogs) The sun was crawling down the sky as if it were climbing down a vine, letting go of each pawhold to grip one a bit lower and casting shadows larger and larger over the forest, when Wolfpelt found the courage to seek out Leopardheart. Perhaps it was the gathering darkness that gave her courage, as for all her strangeness she was truly a ShadowClan cat and felt safer keeping to the shade, or perhaps her strength came from something growing within her own character, but this night was a moment when she was stronger. And so she dared to prowl the camp, eyes and mouth casually open for any sign of the cat with whom she wished to speak; and so she dared to meow once or twice, "Leopardheart?" even before she had found him.[/classy] |
