Post by darkpoppy on Oct 13, 2010 15:25:20 GMT -5
name Wren
age 31 Moons
gender Female
clan Loner
rank Fighter?
picture imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/21/2143/MDBCD00Z/jane-burton-domestic-cat-one-year-dark-tortoiseshell-shorthair-cat.jpg
summary A dark, she-cat with flecks of pale brown and pale yellow eyes.
physical description
As cats go, Wren is fairly small and rather slim. Her sort fur doesn't mask incredible muscles or a thousand hidden scars. She has a lithe, simple build that is not built for brute force, her only advantage in a battle is her swift, sure paws guiding her in the right direction. Even as a full grown cat, she bears the appearance of an older apprentice, like she is still growing.
Her pelt is thick, but short and a very odd colour, or combination of colours. Overall it is a very dark brown, almost black, that shine a softer more chocolate colour in the direct sunlight. But along her pelt, mostly the line of her spine, it is dappled with pale brown, the colour of the first Autumn leaf. This effect can be very useful while hunting in a slightly shaded forest, where the light streams down, broken only by the leaves.
Wren has rather ugly eyes, a sort of sickly, pale yellow colour. But never the less they are good for seeing in the night. Her eye sight is probably the best of her senses, while her hearing the worst, due to this she tries to stay very alert and informed about her surroundings.
personal description The sort of straightforward cat not found often. Wren has no problem speaking up and telling a cat what she really feels, her lack of subtlety has caused a fair few fights for the she-cat. Despite this, she still continues to sat what she thinks. Wren does not bother to disguise her words under a layer of honey, or try and soften the blow of her statement.
What you see is very much what you get. Wren refuses to change for anybody, even her own family. Thankfully her sister has learned to put up with Wren, making life a lot easier. Wren is her own cat and feels no need to engage in pointless discussions or fights that try to challenge her or her view of of the world.
Wren is not an amazingly social cat, she will happily talk to cat, but feels no need to linger with them for too long. She frequently meets up with her sister Nightingale, but they never stay together unless for protection. Both are very independent and do not require each others presence in the way other siblings do.
Wren tries not to loose her temper, she sees it as a waste of her time and has no wish to add any scars to her pelt. Should she happen to loose her temper, she will walk away from the situation and vent her anger on a nearby tree or log. Obviously this is not always possible so she is forced to participate in a fight, relying heavily on her swift, thin body to get her out of it.
family
Mother: Kestrel (Alive)
Sister: Nightingale (Alive)
Father: Soot (Alive)
history
Krestal was a rather average loner, she lived alone in the forest and socialized rarely. She had a typical loner history as well, loner parents and grandparents. She had left her parents at 16 moons and had seen them occasionally, meeting with her brother every so often as well.
Soot was your average Kitty pet, he lived a comfortable, simple life with simple and caring owners. His history was typical Kitty pet. He had kitty pet parents and grandparents and had left his mother at about 6 moons.
Soot's owners were getting old, the man slipped down the stairs and broke his neck. Soot didn't really understand why one of his owners wasn't there anymore, but gave comfort to the woman anyway. His remaining owner was growing older and sadder. Finally, in a peak of depression she took of Soot's collar and released in into the wild. Soot was scared and lonely, he wanted his owner back. But when he found his way home, the windows were boarded up and it didn't smell of his owner anymore.
Soot wandered around, eating the scraps from bins and anything he could catch with his feebly, weak body.
After a particularly messy catch a sleek, thin she-cat emerged from a nearby bush. Her sharp amber eyes scanned over him and he let out a hiss of fear.
"Your not from around here, are you?"
He shook his head, unsure of the other cat's intentions. If she meant to hurt him he wouldn't stand a chance.
"My names Kestrel. Come with me, I'll teach you how to hunt properly."
So Soot followed her and he never looked back.
Moons later Kestrel gave birth to two kittens. She had always been fascinated with birds and together they named them Wren and Nightingale.
Wren and Nightingale grew up like the loners they were. The did the proper loner thing and left their mother and father when they were 16 moons. They still visit them, every moon or so, to see how things are going.
role-play
Despite the small stature of the cat, it's body collided with the water with an almighty splash. Water soaked the previously dry banks and birds took to the air in surprise. The small she-cat who had caused the chaos emerged, sopping wet, but triumphant. The sleek silver body of the fish was still twisting, its eyes wide. She brought her teeth to the back of its neck and bit hard, the flailing movements stopped and a trickle of cool blood dribbled from her lips. She licked it away and settled on a nearby patch of grass to calmly eat. Her eyes took in the landscape and, not sensing any predators nearby, she took a bite of the slightly slimy fish.
Wren blinked, eyes turning sharp very quickly. She inhaled deeply and abandoned the fish, darting to the cover of the trees. Her claws dug into the soft back and she dragged herself up to the first branch, peering through the pale brown leaves. A scrawny, long faced, red creature moved into view. A fox.
She froze, waiting in silence, hoping it would pass.
other
age 31 Moons
gender Female
clan Loner
rank Fighter?
picture imagecache5.art.com/p/LRG/21/2143/MDBCD00Z/jane-burton-domestic-cat-one-year-dark-tortoiseshell-shorthair-cat.jpg
summary A dark, she-cat with flecks of pale brown and pale yellow eyes.
physical description
As cats go, Wren is fairly small and rather slim. Her sort fur doesn't mask incredible muscles or a thousand hidden scars. She has a lithe, simple build that is not built for brute force, her only advantage in a battle is her swift, sure paws guiding her in the right direction. Even as a full grown cat, she bears the appearance of an older apprentice, like she is still growing.
Her pelt is thick, but short and a very odd colour, or combination of colours. Overall it is a very dark brown, almost black, that shine a softer more chocolate colour in the direct sunlight. But along her pelt, mostly the line of her spine, it is dappled with pale brown, the colour of the first Autumn leaf. This effect can be very useful while hunting in a slightly shaded forest, where the light streams down, broken only by the leaves.
Wren has rather ugly eyes, a sort of sickly, pale yellow colour. But never the less they are good for seeing in the night. Her eye sight is probably the best of her senses, while her hearing the worst, due to this she tries to stay very alert and informed about her surroundings.
personal description The sort of straightforward cat not found often. Wren has no problem speaking up and telling a cat what she really feels, her lack of subtlety has caused a fair few fights for the she-cat. Despite this, she still continues to sat what she thinks. Wren does not bother to disguise her words under a layer of honey, or try and soften the blow of her statement.
What you see is very much what you get. Wren refuses to change for anybody, even her own family. Thankfully her sister has learned to put up with Wren, making life a lot easier. Wren is her own cat and feels no need to engage in pointless discussions or fights that try to challenge her or her view of of the world.
Wren is not an amazingly social cat, she will happily talk to cat, but feels no need to linger with them for too long. She frequently meets up with her sister Nightingale, but they never stay together unless for protection. Both are very independent and do not require each others presence in the way other siblings do.
Wren tries not to loose her temper, she sees it as a waste of her time and has no wish to add any scars to her pelt. Should she happen to loose her temper, she will walk away from the situation and vent her anger on a nearby tree or log. Obviously this is not always possible so she is forced to participate in a fight, relying heavily on her swift, thin body to get her out of it.
family
Mother: Kestrel (Alive)
Sister: Nightingale (Alive)
Father: Soot (Alive)
history
Krestal was a rather average loner, she lived alone in the forest and socialized rarely. She had a typical loner history as well, loner parents and grandparents. She had left her parents at 16 moons and had seen them occasionally, meeting with her brother every so often as well.
Soot was your average Kitty pet, he lived a comfortable, simple life with simple and caring owners. His history was typical Kitty pet. He had kitty pet parents and grandparents and had left his mother at about 6 moons.
Soot's owners were getting old, the man slipped down the stairs and broke his neck. Soot didn't really understand why one of his owners wasn't there anymore, but gave comfort to the woman anyway. His remaining owner was growing older and sadder. Finally, in a peak of depression she took of Soot's collar and released in into the wild. Soot was scared and lonely, he wanted his owner back. But when he found his way home, the windows were boarded up and it didn't smell of his owner anymore.
Soot wandered around, eating the scraps from bins and anything he could catch with his feebly, weak body.
After a particularly messy catch a sleek, thin she-cat emerged from a nearby bush. Her sharp amber eyes scanned over him and he let out a hiss of fear.
"Your not from around here, are you?"
He shook his head, unsure of the other cat's intentions. If she meant to hurt him he wouldn't stand a chance.
"My names Kestrel. Come with me, I'll teach you how to hunt properly."
So Soot followed her and he never looked back.
Moons later Kestrel gave birth to two kittens. She had always been fascinated with birds and together they named them Wren and Nightingale.
Wren and Nightingale grew up like the loners they were. The did the proper loner thing and left their mother and father when they were 16 moons. They still visit them, every moon or so, to see how things are going.
role-play
Despite the small stature of the cat, it's body collided with the water with an almighty splash. Water soaked the previously dry banks and birds took to the air in surprise. The small she-cat who had caused the chaos emerged, sopping wet, but triumphant. The sleek silver body of the fish was still twisting, its eyes wide. She brought her teeth to the back of its neck and bit hard, the flailing movements stopped and a trickle of cool blood dribbled from her lips. She licked it away and settled on a nearby patch of grass to calmly eat. Her eyes took in the landscape and, not sensing any predators nearby, she took a bite of the slightly slimy fish.
Wren blinked, eyes turning sharp very quickly. She inhaled deeply and abandoned the fish, darting to the cover of the trees. Her claws dug into the soft back and she dragged herself up to the first branch, peering through the pale brown leaves. A scrawny, long faced, red creature moved into view. A fox.
She froze, waiting in silence, hoping it would pass.
other
