Post by Deleted on Jun 13, 2013 16:54:16 GMT -6
Name: Nightwillow
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Queen
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Female
Picture (Optional):
Description:
Ivory whiskers protrude in stark contrast to a completely black body, her pelt fine, thick, and longing to glisten in any available light. Her only colored feature is her piercing green eyes : a light forest green with a hue of musty gray. Her tail arches elegantly as she walks with confidence, and her paws are dainty, yet sure. Hidden from sight in the thick fur of her hindquarters, back, and shoulders are tiny healed scars from training fights long ago.
Personality:
Nightwillow is a stick in the mud to everyone's fun. She is serious, sometimes grouchy, and usually contrary. Though she may be unamiable, she isn't difficult to work with, as she is extremely loyal to her clan and its warriors. She prefers to stick to business rather than engage in pleasantries such as small talk, and can come off as brash, short, and even short-tempered because of it. She actually is slow to anger, courageous, and intensely loving in more of a tuff-love kind of methodology.
She is most active at night, when her feline eyes can pick up and utilize the traces of light most other daytime creatures cannot. While she is an excellent hunter, she prefers to fight, whether for fun, training, or in battle. She hopes to prove that female cats can be just as powerful fighters as males, hating sexism.
History:
As a kitten of seven months, Nightwillow imagined she'd continue to be catered to forever, under the constant care of her mother, and infinitely arriving free food. She wanted nothing more than to eat, sleep, and defecate for months years to come, content on being waited on paw and paw. But when her mother did not return one stormy winter night, all that changed for her. She learned from the other kits her age and older, watching what they did, imitating it, and perfecting it. Her lazy exterior began to fall away and harden, sharpen, perfect itself under the harsh tutelage of Mother Nature. Surviving became not only what she did, but who she was, shaping her rough and tough outlook on life.
She lived on her own, as a rogue. One day, she wandered into Riverclan territory, and was surprised to find it occupied, having previously thought the lands deserted. Instead of being cast out as a criminal and trespasser, she was accepted into the clan, and quickly earned their trust.
Example of rping (IC):
It was a clear night when Nightwillow found herself alone in the Horseplace. Their vigor was hers, their restlessness shared, their energy flowed also through her veins, but not her body's clock was her own. With a full belly, she romped with them until the early hours of the morning, sometimes chasing them, sometimes being chased herself. The underbrush rose over her head, and the mist from the cold night shrouded further, but still they played. Even though her body at last felt tired, the itchy anxiety that continued to loom would not be so easily gotten rid of.
She wasn't alone anymore when a stranger male appeared. No words were exchanged. Unlike romping with the horses, these actions were the ones that would have the most profound consequences . The male was gone before the dawn. And soon after, Nightwillow found her belly laden with something different than food - kits.
Notes : Adopted Nightwillow (here)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Queen
Age: 37 moons
Gender: Female
Picture (Optional):
Description:
Ivory whiskers protrude in stark contrast to a completely black body, her pelt fine, thick, and longing to glisten in any available light. Her only colored feature is her piercing green eyes : a light forest green with a hue of musty gray. Her tail arches elegantly as she walks with confidence, and her paws are dainty, yet sure. Hidden from sight in the thick fur of her hindquarters, back, and shoulders are tiny healed scars from training fights long ago.
Personality:
Nightwillow is a stick in the mud to everyone's fun. She is serious, sometimes grouchy, and usually contrary. Though she may be unamiable, she isn't difficult to work with, as she is extremely loyal to her clan and its warriors. She prefers to stick to business rather than engage in pleasantries such as small talk, and can come off as brash, short, and even short-tempered because of it. She actually is slow to anger, courageous, and intensely loving in more of a tuff-love kind of methodology.
She is most active at night, when her feline eyes can pick up and utilize the traces of light most other daytime creatures cannot. While she is an excellent hunter, she prefers to fight, whether for fun, training, or in battle. She hopes to prove that female cats can be just as powerful fighters as males, hating sexism.
History:
As a kitten of seven months, Nightwillow imagined she'd continue to be catered to forever, under the constant care of her mother, and infinitely arriving free food. She wanted nothing more than to eat, sleep, and defecate for months years to come, content on being waited on paw and paw. But when her mother did not return one stormy winter night, all that changed for her. She learned from the other kits her age and older, watching what they did, imitating it, and perfecting it. Her lazy exterior began to fall away and harden, sharpen, perfect itself under the harsh tutelage of Mother Nature. Surviving became not only what she did, but who she was, shaping her rough and tough outlook on life.
She lived on her own, as a rogue. One day, she wandered into Riverclan territory, and was surprised to find it occupied, having previously thought the lands deserted. Instead of being cast out as a criminal and trespasser, she was accepted into the clan, and quickly earned their trust.
Example of rping (IC):
It was a clear night when Nightwillow found herself alone in the Horseplace. Their vigor was hers, their restlessness shared, their energy flowed also through her veins, but not her body's clock was her own. With a full belly, she romped with them until the early hours of the morning, sometimes chasing them, sometimes being chased herself. The underbrush rose over her head, and the mist from the cold night shrouded further, but still they played. Even though her body at last felt tired, the itchy anxiety that continued to loom would not be so easily gotten rid of.
She wasn't alone anymore when a stranger male appeared. No words were exchanged. Unlike romping with the horses, these actions were the ones that would have the most profound consequences . The male was gone before the dawn. And soon after, Nightwillow found her belly laden with something different than food - kits.
Notes : Adopted Nightwillow (here)
