Post by tendays on May 10, 2009 16:41:44 GMT -5
Role player| Tails
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Name| Pebbletail
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| Pebbletail’s body is built for stealth, sleek and skinny, perfect for fitting in cracks in boulders and hiding along the walls. Her pelt color is black, and her fur is coarse and short. Her tail is longer than usual with a streak of white on the tip. Her tail moves almost constantly like a snake. Her paws are small and black, but have sharp claws hidden in them.
Her eyes are amber-yellow that seem to glow in the darkness.
She had white teeth, and a small, usually dry, nose. Her whiskers blend with her fur, making her seem not to have whiskers. Her legs are no longer than anyother cat, and no shorter. Her underbelly is white, but since she rarely exposes it because she thinks someone might kill her, most cats don't know about it
Her ears are ragged and torn because of fights with her father and other cats. The ears are a bit too laarge for her face, but she wouldn't change them. Her face is a normal type, not triangular or broad. Her features have a slightly pointed look about them, with an air of arrogance and independence.
Views| Pebbletail is wary of the idea of a clan because she doesn't like to depend on anyone other than herself. But if there is a need for a clan, Pebbletail wants to be the leader of it, and in her mind, it's her or nobody. She is very ambitious and wants to be top of the list, king of the hill, or die trying. She thinks she would be the best at it and would stop at nothing to be at the top.
Kin| Mother - Shadowclaw, deceased, Father - Sandwhisker, deceased.
History|
A long, long time ago, a small brown tabby tom was pressed against a corner of the wall, a huge rat looming closer. The rat pouched, and the tabby closed his eyes and prepared for the paw of death. But, he didn't feel anything. He tentatly opened his eyes and saw the body of the rat, and a rather bloody black she-cat. She was panting and was evident that she killed it. "T-t-thank you," stammered the tom.
"Don't tell anyone I saved you, or you'll be sorry!" she she-cat snarled. She stalked away with her tail high in the air. The tom's gaze followed her as she disappered out of view. "Wow," mewed the tom. A little while later, the tom grew, and so did the she-cat.
Finally, the tom found out her name. Shadowpaw. He kept saying it to himself, relashing the name. Meanwhile, Shadowpaw was in a crisis. The little tom she saved from death was older, and she saw him once or twice.
Do I love him? she asked herself over and over. Finnally, Shadowpaw found out he had a name. Sandwhisker. Soon, Shadowpaw became Shadowclaw, and Sandwhisker pursued her. They fell in love, and it wasn't a surprise when Shadowclaw was pregnant .
After a while, she gave birth to three kits, two of them were still born. Shadowclaw nearly died because of grief, but she was grateful for her only kit that she named Pebblekit because of her dark grey, almost black, fur. After Pebblekit was weaned,Shadowclaw wanted to be more independent. Sandwhisker loved her, but was becoming more and more obsesseive. Finally, after a particulary nasty spat, Shadowclaw stalked off to hunt.
A large rat corned her and bit her because she had injured him before.. She dissappered after that, but they found her body, mangled, soon afterwards. Sandwhisker kept lamenting for her death, and began to become insane. Pebblekit was already trained, and soon after, she go the name Pebblepaw. Her father fought with her viciously, with words and claws because he felt angry at Shadowclaw and took his anger out on Pebblepaw, but he finally gave her a true name, Pebbletail.
But, everyday in Pebbletail's traning, he told her to never love because it makes you weak inside and outside. Pebbletail became more and more ambitios and morbidly fearful of weakness , and finally, killed her insane father because it wasn't good for her image. Afterwards, she became more cold to others, and less empathetic. She made a vow to her dead father, that she would never fall in love.
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Name| Pebbletail
Gender| She-cat
Physical Description| Pebbletail’s body is built for stealth, sleek and skinny, perfect for fitting in cracks in boulders and hiding along the walls. Her pelt color is black, and her fur is coarse and short. Her tail is longer than usual with a streak of white on the tip. Her tail moves almost constantly like a snake. Her paws are small and black, but have sharp claws hidden in them.
Her eyes are amber-yellow that seem to glow in the darkness.
She had white teeth, and a small, usually dry, nose. Her whiskers blend with her fur, making her seem not to have whiskers. Her legs are no longer than anyother cat, and no shorter. Her underbelly is white, but since she rarely exposes it because she thinks someone might kill her, most cats don't know about it
Her ears are ragged and torn because of fights with her father and other cats. The ears are a bit too laarge for her face, but she wouldn't change them. Her face is a normal type, not triangular or broad. Her features have a slightly pointed look about them, with an air of arrogance and independence.
Views| Pebbletail is wary of the idea of a clan because she doesn't like to depend on anyone other than herself. But if there is a need for a clan, Pebbletail wants to be the leader of it, and in her mind, it's her or nobody. She is very ambitious and wants to be top of the list, king of the hill, or die trying. She thinks she would be the best at it and would stop at nothing to be at the top.
Kin| Mother - Shadowclaw, deceased, Father - Sandwhisker, deceased.
History|
A long, long time ago, a small brown tabby tom was pressed against a corner of the wall, a huge rat looming closer. The rat pouched, and the tabby closed his eyes and prepared for the paw of death. But, he didn't feel anything. He tentatly opened his eyes and saw the body of the rat, and a rather bloody black she-cat. She was panting and was evident that she killed it. "T-t-thank you," stammered the tom.
"Don't tell anyone I saved you, or you'll be sorry!" she she-cat snarled. She stalked away with her tail high in the air. The tom's gaze followed her as she disappered out of view. "Wow," mewed the tom. A little while later, the tom grew, and so did the she-cat.
Finally, the tom found out her name. Shadowpaw. He kept saying it to himself, relashing the name. Meanwhile, Shadowpaw was in a crisis. The little tom she saved from death was older, and she saw him once or twice.
Do I love him? she asked herself over and over. Finnally, Shadowpaw found out he had a name. Sandwhisker. Soon, Shadowpaw became Shadowclaw, and Sandwhisker pursued her. They fell in love, and it wasn't a surprise when Shadowclaw was pregnant .
After a while, she gave birth to three kits, two of them were still born. Shadowclaw nearly died because of grief, but she was grateful for her only kit that she named Pebblekit because of her dark grey, almost black, fur. After Pebblekit was weaned,Shadowclaw wanted to be more independent. Sandwhisker loved her, but was becoming more and more obsesseive. Finally, after a particulary nasty spat, Shadowclaw stalked off to hunt.
A large rat corned her and bit her because she had injured him before.. She dissappered after that, but they found her body, mangled, soon afterwards. Sandwhisker kept lamenting for her death, and began to become insane. Pebblekit was already trained, and soon after, she go the name Pebblepaw. Her father fought with her viciously, with words and claws because he felt angry at Shadowclaw and took his anger out on Pebblepaw, but he finally gave her a true name, Pebbletail.
But, everyday in Pebbletail's traning, he told her to never love because it makes you weak inside and outside. Pebbletail became more and more ambitios and morbidly fearful of weakness , and finally, killed her insane father because it wasn't good for her image. Afterwards, she became more cold to others, and less empathetic. She made a vow to her dead father, that she would never fall in love.
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