Post by birdy on Oct 14, 2010 22:57:24 GMT -5
ELIZA
.the one who has sworn an eternal oath of faith.[/center]
AGE
9 Moons
GENDER
She-cat
CLAN
Loner
RANK
None
PICTURE
SUMMARY
Small silver she-cat with amber eyes
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Eliza has always been a bit of a pipsqueak. Even at 9 moons, she is the smallest of her siblings, and her undersized frame often causes her to have to look up at others when conversing. Almost identical to her brother Splashpaw, the only difference is the light caramel hue to her solid silver pelt and the amber eyes that adorn her soft facial features.
With a sweet innocence to her expression, it's no wonder she always seems so young, and the faded smokey tone of her fur generously grants her the ability to fade into the background easily and with minimum effort. When the she-cat is trying to avoid conflict, she needs but to sink down to the ground and lie still, and she seems to vanish from sight altogether. Being the only one of her siblings to bear her mother's amber eyes, she takes great pride in flaunting the attractive feature.
PERSONAL DESCRIPTION
The Curious-
Eliza has always had a nose for peculiar things. She seems to always be aware of small changes in her surroundings, and is very perceptive in the sense that she can easily tell when something is not right. This knack for smelling abnormalities has given her a rather nosy approach to life, and she tends to butt her heard where it isn't wanted. While Eliza is always curious and questioning, she lacks the patience to sit still and listen to an answer.
The Eager-
As easily-distracted as the young cat is, she has an aptitude for learning and, when she sets her mind on something, she doesn't do it half-heartedly. With an iron will that many would call pig-headedness, Eliza stays firm and motivated in her decisions. As soon as the slightest doubt crosses her mind, she thinks of all the better possibilities and is reassured. For a such a young cat, the strength of her mentality is quite impressive really, even if her sights are set on mischief.
FAMILY
Doerain- Mother: Deceased
**Father Unknown**
Splashpaw- Brother
Loon- Brother
[teal]
SPLASHPAW
.BENNET- the little blessed one.
.BENNET- the little blessed one.
[/teal]
AGE
14 Moons
GENDER
Tom
CLAN
Thunder
RANK
Apprentice
PICTURE
SUMMARY
Endearing silver tom with blue eyes
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
With elegant, prince-like features, Splashpaw is the envy of both toms and she-cats for his attractive and androgynous appearance. Arguably the one who 'got all the good genes in the family', Splashpaw is such a pure, angelic silver color that his pelt always seems to stand out no matter where he is. With all the right angles and edges to his frame, he is graceful and agile, rarely ever finding fault in his own movements. It is not difficult for Splashpaw to hunt or fight due to his fair proportions, though camoflauge is definitely an issue with his soft silver fur.
Most noticeable of all though is the startling blue of Splashpaw's eyes. They cut out from his soft, youthful face, and are often accompanied by a thoughtful frown. In truth, rarely is Splashpaw ever seen smiling unless truly amused by something. His genuine expression of happiness is considered a rare treat to witness, and there are others besides his siblings who look forward to seeing the day that his cerulean eyes soften with warmth and companionship.
PERSONAL DESCRIPTION
The Stoic-
Unlike his spirited sister, Splashpaw is, on the contrary, a very serious and thoughtful tom. He seems unperturbed by the events that surround him, and looks on as if he were a member of the audience rather than the act. More than once he has had others tell him that his apathetic nature is 'bothersome' and on several occasions, 'repulsive and disgusting'. Others don't seem to be willing to accept how the tom takes in information but gives nothing back. Perhaps this gives off an air of untrustworthiness, when in reality Splashpaw could really care less about what minor, trivial dramas his clanmates are undergoing.
The Conservative-
Splashpaw is, how would you put it... Not the most open-minded of cats. To add to his general aura of uncaring, his refusal to digest the ideas of others and adopt them as his own is not only agitating, but shallow and narrow-minded. The tom doesn't mean to be rude; he merely believes strongly in his own opinion, a trait he shares with his little sister. Splashpaw is not open towards change, nor does he seem interested in fixing things that, as far as he knows, have always been broken. However, when he is thrown off his pace, or something disturbs his usual lifestyle, he will stop at no means to correct it. The tom values serenity and content above all else, and many would call this his greatest success and downfall.
FAMILY
Doerain- Mother: Deceased
**Father Unknown**
Eliza- Sister
Loon- Brother
[navy]
LOON
.the one void of sanity.
[/navy].the one void of sanity.
[/navy][navy]
AGE
35 Moons
GENDER
Tom
CLAN
Loner
RANK
None
PICTURE
SUMMARY
Dark gray tabby tom with blue eyes
PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION
Loon is the smudge in the family portrait. The tom is the only connection to what their father might have looked like, and ironically, Loon is also the only one of his siblings who has ever met the tom. Though he and his little brother share their father's intense blue gaze, Loon's eyes hold a lighter, icier shock of lightning. He does not pay much mind to his own appearance, though his starlight eyes are arguably his best feature.
Cutting a shape of average proportions, there is not much variety to the rest of the loner. His frame is set so as to just be capable of hunting and fighting at moderate amounts, and it is clear by the slight limp in his left forepaw that he is not meant for extreme excursions. Bearing his sire's smokey gray cat marred over in a pattern of striped cimmerian shade, Loon is amusingly looked at as the 'father-figure' and big brother (literally) when connected to his siblings.
PERSONAL DESCRIPTION
The Accusatory-
For a long time now, Loon has had a bad habit of being easily paranoid. He is at fault for jumping to conclusions before being fed all the evidence, and this often causes others to resent him. Due to his need for something or someone to put the blame on, the tom has a tendency to cast the guilt on whoever is the first one on the scene. Unlike his brother's clanmates, Loon does not feel the urge to justify his verdicts. If he believes someone is wrong, than they are wrong. End of story. He is quite similar to his siblings in this way, however, Eliza and Splashpaw do not share his rather merciless onslaught of accusations. Once Loon has convinced himself that someone is in the wrong, there is no turning back. He will push as hard as necessary to prove that someone is guilty or at fault, even harming the innocent if that is what it takes.
The Proud-
Love drives Loon to unspeakable ends. After all, it was the birth of his first sister, Eliza, that made him come running home from his travels. He is fiercely proud of his family and would fight with tooth and claw to protect them. Even if they are in no physical danger, a mere negative or suggestive remark about them sets the tom off. With an easily tweaker temper, he has a great deal of honor and dignity. He is not the most agreeable cat in that he doesn't make the best decisions for himself and others, but he always acts in order to appease the interests of his kin. Loon is a fighter and a protector. His mind has always worked to fulfill his heart's desires, and his every move has only ever been to treasure his brother and sister for as long as possible. It tore Loon apart when he lost Splashpaw to Thunderclan, which is why he is so fiercely proud and dedicated to Eliza.
FAMILY
Doerain- Mother: Deceased
Jakob- Father: Unknown
Splashpaw- Brother
Eliza- Sister
HISTORY
It was 35 moons ago that Doerain, a lone she-cat, gave birth to a son. The kit was her only child, and in the following seasons she would tell him that she was glad he was the only one; this way she could share all her love with just him, and there were less mouths to feed. However, as Loon grew older, he soon realized that it was quite the contrary. His mother was lonely, and he knew that only giving birth to one kit had been a great disappointment.
Despite being a single mother, Doerain made it quite clear to young Loon that they were never to accept food from Twolegs. Loon didn't understand why his mother would turn down the prospect of nutrition when she was always struggling to keep him safe while hunting for herself. Several times, the two were forced to eat bugs or spend the nights hungry, but at least they had the warmth of each other.
When Loon was 7 moons old, his mother started teaching him how to fight and hunt. She told him stories about four cat clans that lived in the distant wilderness, beyond the mountains. He always wondered where she gained all this knowledge, but Doerain never told him. The queen feared that if she let the tom know his true heritage, he would leave her to join the clans, where his life would not be spent hungry and closed off.
However, the young tom kept pushing her for information, and eventually she could resist no longer. She told Loon of how she'd once been a cat of Thunderclan, and how she'd left out of love for her mate, a loner by the name of Jakob.
