Post by darkpoppy on Oct 11, 2010 14:36:04 GMT -5
name
Mapleleaf
age
28 Moons
gender
Female
clan
Shadow
rank
Warrior
picture
www.smokeycoons.com/images/Img_0818-reduced.jpg
summary
A tall, bright red tabby cat with large amber eyes.
physical description
A tall elegant frame, leaning muscled and harshly scarred. Thankfully, most of said scars are hidden under a waterfall of cascading ginger fur. For the most part it is a deep, rich red echoing her name, but woven in, particularly along her broad shoulders, are soft swirls of a paler, softer almost sandy colour. In the moonlight her fur faded to a silver sheened scarlet and the white of her chest seems to glint with drops of gold. This is caused by an under layer of pale ginger fur. Her ears are large and tipped with a point of red fur, giving an appearance not dissimilar to a lynx. Her eyes are huge, slightly too big for her head, and glowing a sharp amber colour.
personal description
Sometimes the truth becomes so hard to handle it is easier to live the lie. In truth Mapleleaf is a cold hearted hunter of the night. Buried deep inside is anger, untamed and wild, begging to be let free, but she has hidden it so well even she has forgotten about it. Her eyes should sparkle with hatred and she should glare out at the world with loathing, but those teachings were forgotten as a kit. Mapleleaf should never bow down to a leader, for she is her own leader. But that is hidden inside, under what was once a mask and is now her newest face.
To a stranger Mapleleaf is a kind and caring cat who only wants whats best for her clan. She is a good hunter and fighter, because without that she looses who she is and becomes another cat blending into the background. She is cunning, a good leader with strong willpower and a strong loyalty. Not know for incredible cruelty Mapleleaf tries not to kill, but will hurt those who cross her.
Mapleleaf understands that she must respect other cats if she wishes to gain their respect in return.
She does not truly understand her loathing and fear for her mother, the memories were washed away with the rain that cleansed her pelt that evening. It takes a lot to anger the she-cat, but be warned, when her temper is lost she becomes the monster her mother intended her to be.
family
Yarrowfang - Sister
Nightclaw - Mother
Fallingstorm - Father
history
Nightclaw was the most dangerous warrior in Shadowclan. To say she was feared by her enemies was an understatement, in fact you wouldn't be lying if you said over half of her clan were terrified of her. She was strong and violent if provoked, many would say insane.
But cats have hearts, even the ruthless killers like Nightclaw and she fell in love with Fallingstorm, a fellow warrior. It wasn't long before she fell pregnant with his kits. All progressed well and the cats of Shadowclan were beginning to think that maybe she had settled down for good.
But, as was inevitable, disaster struck. There was a tussle at the Shadowclan border with Thunderclan. Nobody knew the identities of the Thunderclan cats, but Fallingstorm was limping and covered in scratches. Barely a week later he died of an infection that had somehow been missed by the medicine cat.
They said this drove Nightclaw over the edge. She didn't speak to anyone until her kits were born and even then was withdrawn and prone to violent bursts of anger and pain.
Not many cats knew, but from the point that the kits began to eat solid food, Nightclaw would take them from the camp and attempt to tech them to fight, to kill the thunderclan's who had taken her mate. Though she never raised a paw to the kits, never hurt them in any way, they became scared of her. Nightclaw would often rant for hours, snarling and hissing and cursing Thunderclan for all eternity, before breaking down and sobbing, drawing the kits closer and telling them beautiful stories about their father.
In all fairness, Nightclaw only wanted the best for her daughters, she wanted them to be leaders who could control the forest and stop the killing and the loss of so many mates and parents and siblings.
One night, as the clan slept, Nightclaw took them to the edge of the territory, she gently licked their fur flat, told them she loved them and hissed proudly, before turning and walking away into the night. They never saw her again and in time Mapleleaf pushed her mother to the back of her brain and focused on being the best warrior she could.
role-play
Fading paw steps pushed into her mind as she waited irritably for her sister. Yarrowfang did enjoy taking her sweet time, not that Mapleleaf would care once her sister emerged from the shadows, smirking as normal. They would grin at each other and start the hunt. If it was a good day they could catch a fair amount and even if it wasn't it was still fun, a round of play-fighting always made up for their disappointing hunt. Not that they would be short of prey, she thought wryly, glancing around at the dappled forest and cocking an ear to hear the murmurs of life above her, as the birds whistled to each other and the squirrels darted back and forth.
She turned suddenly, the scent of Yarrowfang finally reaching her nose. Her sister was a fox-length away and Mapleleaf pursed her lips, wishing she had heard her sooner. Yarrowfang rolled her eyes and darted forward, colliding with the other she-cat and bringing them both tumbling to the ground with a lively smile.
"Mapleleaf, you know I can always sneak up on you."Her sister teased her and with a shove Mapleleaf threw her to the ground and laughed.
"Yeah, well I can always beat you in a fight!"
"We will see my friend..."
Mapleleaf
age
28 Moons
gender
Female
clan
Shadow
rank
Warrior
picture
www.smokeycoons.com/images/Img_0818-reduced.jpg
summary
A tall, bright red tabby cat with large amber eyes.
physical description
A tall elegant frame, leaning muscled and harshly scarred. Thankfully, most of said scars are hidden under a waterfall of cascading ginger fur. For the most part it is a deep, rich red echoing her name, but woven in, particularly along her broad shoulders, are soft swirls of a paler, softer almost sandy colour. In the moonlight her fur faded to a silver sheened scarlet and the white of her chest seems to glint with drops of gold. This is caused by an under layer of pale ginger fur. Her ears are large and tipped with a point of red fur, giving an appearance not dissimilar to a lynx. Her eyes are huge, slightly too big for her head, and glowing a sharp amber colour.
personal description
Sometimes the truth becomes so hard to handle it is easier to live the lie. In truth Mapleleaf is a cold hearted hunter of the night. Buried deep inside is anger, untamed and wild, begging to be let free, but she has hidden it so well even she has forgotten about it. Her eyes should sparkle with hatred and she should glare out at the world with loathing, but those teachings were forgotten as a kit. Mapleleaf should never bow down to a leader, for she is her own leader. But that is hidden inside, under what was once a mask and is now her newest face.
To a stranger Mapleleaf is a kind and caring cat who only wants whats best for her clan. She is a good hunter and fighter, because without that she looses who she is and becomes another cat blending into the background. She is cunning, a good leader with strong willpower and a strong loyalty. Not know for incredible cruelty Mapleleaf tries not to kill, but will hurt those who cross her.
Mapleleaf understands that she must respect other cats if she wishes to gain their respect in return.
She does not truly understand her loathing and fear for her mother, the memories were washed away with the rain that cleansed her pelt that evening. It takes a lot to anger the she-cat, but be warned, when her temper is lost she becomes the monster her mother intended her to be.
family
Yarrowfang - Sister
Nightclaw - Mother
Fallingstorm - Father
history
Nightclaw was the most dangerous warrior in Shadowclan. To say she was feared by her enemies was an understatement, in fact you wouldn't be lying if you said over half of her clan were terrified of her. She was strong and violent if provoked, many would say insane.
But cats have hearts, even the ruthless killers like Nightclaw and she fell in love with Fallingstorm, a fellow warrior. It wasn't long before she fell pregnant with his kits. All progressed well and the cats of Shadowclan were beginning to think that maybe she had settled down for good.
But, as was inevitable, disaster struck. There was a tussle at the Shadowclan border with Thunderclan. Nobody knew the identities of the Thunderclan cats, but Fallingstorm was limping and covered in scratches. Barely a week later he died of an infection that had somehow been missed by the medicine cat.
They said this drove Nightclaw over the edge. She didn't speak to anyone until her kits were born and even then was withdrawn and prone to violent bursts of anger and pain.
Not many cats knew, but from the point that the kits began to eat solid food, Nightclaw would take them from the camp and attempt to tech them to fight, to kill the thunderclan's who had taken her mate. Though she never raised a paw to the kits, never hurt them in any way, they became scared of her. Nightclaw would often rant for hours, snarling and hissing and cursing Thunderclan for all eternity, before breaking down and sobbing, drawing the kits closer and telling them beautiful stories about their father.
In all fairness, Nightclaw only wanted the best for her daughters, she wanted them to be leaders who could control the forest and stop the killing and the loss of so many mates and parents and siblings.
One night, as the clan slept, Nightclaw took them to the edge of the territory, she gently licked their fur flat, told them she loved them and hissed proudly, before turning and walking away into the night. They never saw her again and in time Mapleleaf pushed her mother to the back of her brain and focused on being the best warrior she could.
role-play
Fading paw steps pushed into her mind as she waited irritably for her sister. Yarrowfang did enjoy taking her sweet time, not that Mapleleaf would care once her sister emerged from the shadows, smirking as normal. They would grin at each other and start the hunt. If it was a good day they could catch a fair amount and even if it wasn't it was still fun, a round of play-fighting always made up for their disappointing hunt. Not that they would be short of prey, she thought wryly, glancing around at the dappled forest and cocking an ear to hear the murmurs of life above her, as the birds whistled to each other and the squirrels darted back and forth.
She turned suddenly, the scent of Yarrowfang finally reaching her nose. Her sister was a fox-length away and Mapleleaf pursed her lips, wishing she had heard her sooner. Yarrowfang rolled her eyes and darted forward, colliding with the other she-cat and bringing them both tumbling to the ground with a lively smile.
"Mapleleaf, you know I can always sneak up on you."Her sister teased her and with a shove Mapleleaf threw her to the ground and laughed.
"Yeah, well I can always beat you in a fight!"
"We will see my friend..."
other
Hope this doesn't count as a sob story! I tried to make it so she doesn't remember it or anything but I am happy to change it if it is a problem.
