Post by hedgie on Jun 28, 2010 23:08:56 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Linden
Gender: She-cat
Age: 11 Moons
Clan: Loner
Rank:Loner as of right now, but when the time comes, she’ll be an older apprentice, almost a warrior, but not quite there.
APPEARANCE
Body Type: Thin and Lanky
Fur: Ginger and white
Eyes: Light Green
Markings: Mackeral tabby stripes on the orange spots
Overall: Linden is a rather average looking cat. She’s not too small and not oo big in size. She’s long and thin, with lanky limbs. She appears to still be growing into herself. Long limbs make her look like an accident waiting to happen, a gorgeous stork. Her pelt is short and a bit on the scruffy side. She has light-colored eyes, a pretty pale green in color. From a distance, without talking to her, Linden looks like a curious cat, and a bit of a trouble-maker. Maybe it’s that smile….
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
*Curious
*Energetic
*Loyal
*Trusting
Negative Traits:
*Impulsive
*Clingy
*Tactless
*Pacifistic
Likes:
*Other Cats
*Sleeping
*Being in high places, like trees or fences or barn rafters, or anywhere open.
*Food
*Playing games.
Dislikes:
*Being Alone
*Fighting
*Being hungry
*Getting Wet
*Being bored.
Fears:
*Dogs
*Water, unless it’s still and in a form she can drink. Puddles are fine, but anything bigger is B-A-D.
Obsessions:
*Having friends. In her mind, she MUST have them.
*Being up in high or open places.
Ideals:
*Friends
*Loyalty
Other: Linden is a very social cat, She likes to have friends and makes them pretty easily, but has a habit of losing them, especially the ones who are easily offended. Linden loves games and has a habit of acting like a kit most days, still clinging to kithood with games of mossball and the occasional playfight,
HISTORY
Family: Hazel (Mother, Deceased) Bramble (Father, Deceased)
Falcon (Brother, Deceased) Umber (Sister,NPC)
History: Hazel and Bramble met when they were still rather young, and went everywhere together. The two cats never lived in one spot for more than a moon, until Hazel revealed to her mate that she was carrying kits. So they settled down in an abandoned shack, and there Hazel and Bramble raised their first kit, a tom named Falcon. Falcon was an only child until he was five moons old, when Hazel gave birth to his two baby sisters, Umber and Linden. The three were close, and spent much time exploring. One day, when Linden and her sister were six moons old, they ran into another loner, a territorial old tom, who attempted to attack the sisters. Eleven moon old Falcon attacked the tom, and eventually the crazy old tom walked off. Falcon brushed off his sisters’ worries as they padded on home. With little medical knowledge, Hazel and Bramble couldn’t do much for their son’s wounds, and he eventually died from infection. When she was ten moons old, Linden left home, determined to live on her own. A moon has passed, and she’s doing alright, except for the when she misses her family.
RP SAMPLE:
The Sky Glows
It was the kind of day where your paws wouldn't let you stay still. His mentor was so distracted by everything these days that if he was ever going to get anything done, it would have to be done on his own time. He had plenty of time these days, so there was no problem there. Pigeonpaw, clueless as to what he was really going to do, had flopped down beside the river on a sun-warmed rock, his dusty-colored tabby pelt blending into the rock's dappled colors. Of course, he couldn't go back to camp so he'd trying fishing. He'd caught a few medium-sized fish, dashing back to camp to drop the fish off before moving on again.
At least he was efficient, mentor or no mentor to help him.
I see it shining when my eyes close
He'd returned to his previous fishing spot, but couldn't seem to catch another morsel there, even for himself. The slim tabby apprentice walked onward, along the riverbank. A swim would be nice, but by the time this thought occurred to him, the gorge had popped up. Pigeonpaw padded closer to the gorge's edge, watching as the river water toppled over and through rocks and boulders, sending up a cool spray that soaked his face, water dripping off of his whiskers.
"Guess I leaned in too close." He mewed, padding away from the edge. The coolness of the water didn't bother him. Of course, he was a RiverClan cat, so it never really bothered him at all. When he'd been really little, the river had seemed so vast and scary, and this point of it still was. In you fell in, the chances of survival were slim to none. So it shocked him half to death as a rabbit ran over the edge and then a cat. His eyes were shocked open wide as he watched the stranger tumble, claws reaching at any possible hold.
The problem was, she had tumbled too far away from anything to grip and was falling into the water. Drowning. The other cat may have come from the WindClan side of the gorge, but he just couldn't let them drown. Glancing over the edge, he saw a faint way down on some rocks that jutted out from the gorge walls. They were slippery with water and moss, but he had to try.
I hear your warning but we both know
He leapt and scrambled, managing to hold a grip as he repeated the process, throwing himself into the water at the point where it became a bit less rough. It would still be a hard swim, but this was better than nothing. He was no hero, but there was a first time for everything. He slipped into the cool liquid, drenching his pelt as he paddled. he could see the other cat. a silvery-gray tabby, bobbing ahead. Increasing his pace, he started to catch up but he was tiring out himself. With one final effort, he scrabbled his paws in the water, finding purchase on a rock. Pushing off, he caught up to the stranger. The water slammed them against a rock, knocking the air out of him, but Pigeonpaw managed to drag the other cat and himself onto the shore. He was unsure of which clan's territory they were on, but then again...was this really a time to care. Waterlogged, he nudged the other tabby, terrified that she might not wake up.
"C'mon," he hissed, pushing on the she-cat's chest, afraid that he might hurt her but desperate enough to try anything. "Wake up. You can't die. I'd have a hard time telling your clan, so you have to wake up. Please!"
I'm gonna look at it again.
Lyrics belong to "Don't Wait" by Dashboard Confessional
The Sky Glows
It was the kind of day where your paws wouldn't let you stay still. His mentor was so distracted by everything these days that if he was ever going to get anything done, it would have to be done on his own time. He had plenty of time these days, so there was no problem there. Pigeonpaw, clueless as to what he was really going to do, had flopped down beside the river on a sun-warmed rock, his dusty-colored tabby pelt blending into the rock's dappled colors. Of course, he couldn't go back to camp so he'd trying fishing. He'd caught a few medium-sized fish, dashing back to camp to drop the fish off before moving on again.
At least he was efficient, mentor or no mentor to help him.
I see it shining when my eyes close
He'd returned to his previous fishing spot, but couldn't seem to catch another morsel there, even for himself. The slim tabby apprentice walked onward, along the riverbank. A swim would be nice, but by the time this thought occurred to him, the gorge had popped up. Pigeonpaw padded closer to the gorge's edge, watching as the river water toppled over and through rocks and boulders, sending up a cool spray that soaked his face, water dripping off of his whiskers.
"Guess I leaned in too close." He mewed, padding away from the edge. The coolness of the water didn't bother him. Of course, he was a RiverClan cat, so it never really bothered him at all. When he'd been really little, the river had seemed so vast and scary, and this point of it still was. In you fell in, the chances of survival were slim to none. So it shocked him half to death as a rabbit ran over the edge and then a cat. His eyes were shocked open wide as he watched the stranger tumble, claws reaching at any possible hold.
The problem was, she had tumbled too far away from anything to grip and was falling into the water. Drowning. The other cat may have come from the WindClan side of the gorge, but he just couldn't let them drown. Glancing over the edge, he saw a faint way down on some rocks that jutted out from the gorge walls. They were slippery with water and moss, but he had to try.
I hear your warning but we both know
He leapt and scrambled, managing to hold a grip as he repeated the process, throwing himself into the water at the point where it became a bit less rough. It would still be a hard swim, but this was better than nothing. He was no hero, but there was a first time for everything. He slipped into the cool liquid, drenching his pelt as he paddled. he could see the other cat. a silvery-gray tabby, bobbing ahead. Increasing his pace, he started to catch up but he was tiring out himself. With one final effort, he scrabbled his paws in the water, finding purchase on a rock. Pushing off, he caught up to the stranger. The water slammed them against a rock, knocking the air out of him, but Pigeonpaw managed to drag the other cat and himself onto the shore. He was unsure of which clan's territory they were on, but then again...was this really a time to care. Waterlogged, he nudged the other tabby, terrified that she might not wake up.
"C'mon," he hissed, pushing on the she-cat's chest, afraid that he might hurt her but desperate enough to try anything. "Wake up. You can't die. I'd have a hard time telling your clan, so you have to wake up. Please!"
I'm gonna look at it again.
Lyrics belong to "Don't Wait" by Dashboard Confessional