Post by fainted on Jul 13, 2010 18:12:52 GMT -5
Role player| Faint, Ollie.
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Name| Fleckpaw
Gender| Female
Physical Description| Fleckpaw's ears are a bit short, or small, and look a bit wide on her head, like furry satellite dishes. They aren't rounded, however; they are triangular. Fleckpaw's eyes are a light lime green, with a tint of yellow, or what could be considered light orange. Her nose is a dark gray. Her fur length is pretty short. The fur on Fleckpaw's head is ochre, or a light sandy colour. This same colour pigment is also on Fleckpaw's legs, underbelly, and sides. Her back, however, is gray. Also on her back are black flecks. The gray fur on her back goes down to her tail too. Fleckpaw's tail is short, and she stumbles a bit. On her tail are dark, ash-coloured rings that form at the tip, then stop at the middle of her tail. Her legs are short as well, so she is low to the ground, and isn't very fast.
Views| Fleckpaw has two contrasting views. She has two views because she was born with the case multiple personality disorder. But of course, cats have no name for this. They just think she acts strangely. Anyways, a side of Fleckpaw does not want to have a Clan. Who wants to be bossed around all the time by some average cat? Unless he/she had otherworldly abilities or some magical sign told them to choose that cat and make them her leader, she wouldn't do it. She likes it they way it already is, and doesn't want to change.
Her other self however, is mad; crazy. It wants to get out of the enclosure. Like Flickpaw's father, it wants to be in a clan, thinking that a clan will find the way out.
Kin| Pebblepaw- mother-passed.
Darkwhisker-passed
History| Fleckpaw was born to Pebblepaw and Darrkwhisker. The two loved loved each other dearly, and if they had kits, they wanted to treat those kits the same way, together. Darkwhisker and Pebblepaw also wanted to teach those kits about Clan life. "Strength in numbers".
They assumed that a Clan may possibly find a way out of the enclosure, and they wanted their kits to be a part of it.
The time came when they realized Pebblepaw was pregnant. The couple were ecstatic.
The time came when Pebblepaw was due to have her kits. She delivered Fleckpaw with her mate by her side, no other kits. Sadly, Pebblepaw died from loss of blood. Darkwhisker thought later on that this could have probably been prevented if there was a medicine cat on hand ; a cat whom the pair had heard of in stories.
Fleck-kit grew older, and Darkwhisker noticed something odd about her. One minute she would be happy, caring, curious, everything a young cat could be, but another moment she would be wailing, going crazy, running into the stone walls and mumbling nonsense words. These random bouts of madness actually frightened Darkwhisker. He tried ignoring it, and tried to go on with apprentice training. Fleckpaw was willing to accept her training, but she treated it as if it was a game. And games sometimes grow boring.
Fleckpaw started not liking the idea of Clans, and constantly pointed out that other cats who didn't want to be Clanners, were fine how they were. Soon after she stopped going to his lessons, and avoided him entirely. Darkwhisker was heartbroken.
A great heat wave came over the enclosure one day, and a few cats died. Darkwhisker was one of them. There was a small pang of grief in Fleckpaw, but the feeling soon left.
Now, she is frequently avoided by cats who claims that she's insane. Fleckpaw actually has no remembrance of what happens when her split personality is triggered by something, and is constantly confused on why cats think she's odd.
Picture| Fleckpaw
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Name| Fleckpaw
Gender| Female
Physical Description| Fleckpaw's ears are a bit short, or small, and look a bit wide on her head, like furry satellite dishes. They aren't rounded, however; they are triangular. Fleckpaw's eyes are a light lime green, with a tint of yellow, or what could be considered light orange. Her nose is a dark gray. Her fur length is pretty short. The fur on Fleckpaw's head is ochre, or a light sandy colour. This same colour pigment is also on Fleckpaw's legs, underbelly, and sides. Her back, however, is gray. Also on her back are black flecks. The gray fur on her back goes down to her tail too. Fleckpaw's tail is short, and she stumbles a bit. On her tail are dark, ash-coloured rings that form at the tip, then stop at the middle of her tail. Her legs are short as well, so she is low to the ground, and isn't very fast.
Views| Fleckpaw has two contrasting views. She has two views because she was born with the case multiple personality disorder. But of course, cats have no name for this. They just think she acts strangely. Anyways, a side of Fleckpaw does not want to have a Clan. Who wants to be bossed around all the time by some average cat? Unless he/she had otherworldly abilities or some magical sign told them to choose that cat and make them her leader, she wouldn't do it. She likes it they way it already is, and doesn't want to change.
Her other self however, is mad; crazy. It wants to get out of the enclosure. Like Flickpaw's father, it wants to be in a clan, thinking that a clan will find the way out.
Kin| Pebblepaw- mother-passed.
Darkwhisker-passed
History| Fleckpaw was born to Pebblepaw and Darrkwhisker. The two loved loved each other dearly, and if they had kits, they wanted to treat those kits the same way, together. Darkwhisker and Pebblepaw also wanted to teach those kits about Clan life. "Strength in numbers".
They assumed that a Clan may possibly find a way out of the enclosure, and they wanted their kits to be a part of it.
The time came when they realized Pebblepaw was pregnant. The couple were ecstatic.
The time came when Pebblepaw was due to have her kits. She delivered Fleckpaw with her mate by her side, no other kits. Sadly, Pebblepaw died from loss of blood. Darkwhisker thought later on that this could have probably been prevented if there was a medicine cat on hand ; a cat whom the pair had heard of in stories.
Fleck-kit grew older, and Darkwhisker noticed something odd about her. One minute she would be happy, caring, curious, everything a young cat could be, but another moment she would be wailing, going crazy, running into the stone walls and mumbling nonsense words. These random bouts of madness actually frightened Darkwhisker. He tried ignoring it, and tried to go on with apprentice training. Fleckpaw was willing to accept her training, but she treated it as if it was a game. And games sometimes grow boring.
Fleckpaw started not liking the idea of Clans, and constantly pointed out that other cats who didn't want to be Clanners, were fine how they were. Soon after she stopped going to his lessons, and avoided him entirely. Darkwhisker was heartbroken.
A great heat wave came over the enclosure one day, and a few cats died. Darkwhisker was one of them. There was a small pang of grief in Fleckpaw, but the feeling soon left.
Now, she is frequently avoided by cats who claims that she's insane. Fleckpaw actually has no remembrance of what happens when her split personality is triggered by something, and is constantly confused on why cats think she's odd.
Picture| Fleckpaw
