Post by Pantherclaw on Aug 3, 2008 0:40:19 GMT -5
Listen to the Silent plea of Beauty
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Name:
Silentpaw
Gender:
Female
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Age:
6 moons
Love life:
N/A
History:
Her beginning life was so very hard on her. When she was born, she was born with little warmth, a slow beating heart, a silent voice, and very little sign of life. Immediately after her mother tried to 'revive' her she was claimed to be a stillborn. She was set aside, as her mother cared for her other two kittens. She was to have a small vigil for her short life, and for two hours she lie there stone-cold and still. After two hours passed the mother had glanced over at the kit, she noticed the kittens tail flicking weakly, and she hardly stopped herself from leaping up and snatching the kitten up. Instead, she yowled at the top of her lungs.
When Silentkit was put into special care, but, even with this special care, she never regained the regular body temperature, and heart rate of the standard cat. Her mother was a very spiritual wolf, and she took this as a dark omen; she refused to take the kit back, and she commonly would scream 'Keep back devil child! You are no daughter of mine!' if she caught the kit's scent.
It was a great stuggle to keep the kit alive on herbs, for there were no other queens to take in the kit, but somehow they managed to keep her alive and healthy until the kit was able to eat meat at four moons old.
It wasn't hard to see that the kit knew something was wrong with her, she knew that so many things were wrong with her: she had irregular body temperature and heart rate and she also lacked the ability to speak.
She, now at six moons, is very strong, but she is a petite cat, and she stays far from the other apprentices and cats.
Description (long):
Her form is slim, and long, for running and jumping. Her golden fur is tight over her chistled form, giving her the appearance of a made-to-be hunter. Her appearance is that of a Chausie, and, indeed, that is her breed. Her eyes are golden and bright, yet, at this point of moral oblivion, they are clouded over with a twisted sort of emptiness. Her ears are large, and golden-tipped, her tail tipped with a dark, chocolately brown. Her all-in-all appearance is slim, and beautiful.
Her appearance is really one of an amazing ability, and if she knew the advantage of her form she could be a great warrior. When she, and if she, finds the ability to live out to her advantage she could even become the greatest warrior that ever lived, maybe even living on to become the leader of ThunderClan.
Description (short):
Silentpaw is a a slim-formed female with long legs for hunting and jumping. Her fur is golden and her muscles are chiseled. She is a confused apprentice stuck in a state of emptiness and oblivion.
Personality:
Her temperment is unknown, for she has only spoken once. The last, and first time she spoke, was during her apprentice ceremony saying the two words 'I do.' These words were not said by a young kit becoming an apprentice, but by an older, adult cat, maybe someone in StarClan. Her mind is ruffled, and confused, as she tries to understand why everyone else has a mother and father, and she does not. She doesn't understand how everyone else can mew and speak, and she cannot. She cannot understand why others stare at her oddly, and why everyone around her is so hot, and why they shiver when they are within a foot away from her. She does not understand why she cannot hear and feel her heartbeat, and she does not understand why she can sometimes see others' hearts beating in their chests, and she cannot see her own. Everything in her life is a question, and she finds it hard to understand why she had to be the one with all the problems. No one has told her that she will become a great warrior, or that she will do great things, or that she has a future of helping the clan.
RP example:
Cold wind slicked over the slim form of a small apprentice, flattening her fur. The young cat traveled alone through a dark, cold night, looking neither phased nor brave towards the ominous night. She moved quickly, low to the ground, under-belly brushing the soft dirt, dampened by the light drizzle that had been lightly dampening the earth for many hours. The small female seemed intent on getting to her destination. Where was this destination?
Nowhere. a voice said, but it was not the confused female, it was some voice, deep within her. Was it StarClan? Who knew?
The female did not speak, simply because she couldn't. She just simply felt empty.
Name:
Silentpaw
Gender:
Female
Clan:
ThunderClan
Rank:
Apprentice
Age:
6 moons
Love life:
N/A
History:
Her beginning life was so very hard on her. When she was born, she was born with little warmth, a slow beating heart, a silent voice, and very little sign of life. Immediately after her mother tried to 'revive' her she was claimed to be a stillborn. She was set aside, as her mother cared for her other two kittens. She was to have a small vigil for her short life, and for two hours she lie there stone-cold and still. After two hours passed the mother had glanced over at the kit, she noticed the kittens tail flicking weakly, and she hardly stopped herself from leaping up and snatching the kitten up. Instead, she yowled at the top of her lungs.
When Silentkit was put into special care, but, even with this special care, she never regained the regular body temperature, and heart rate of the standard cat. Her mother was a very spiritual wolf, and she took this as a dark omen; she refused to take the kit back, and she commonly would scream 'Keep back devil child! You are no daughter of mine!' if she caught the kit's scent.
It was a great stuggle to keep the kit alive on herbs, for there were no other queens to take in the kit, but somehow they managed to keep her alive and healthy until the kit was able to eat meat at four moons old.
It wasn't hard to see that the kit knew something was wrong with her, she knew that so many things were wrong with her: she had irregular body temperature and heart rate and she also lacked the ability to speak.
She, now at six moons, is very strong, but she is a petite cat, and she stays far from the other apprentices and cats.
Description (long):
Her form is slim, and long, for running and jumping. Her golden fur is tight over her chistled form, giving her the appearance of a made-to-be hunter. Her appearance is that of a Chausie, and, indeed, that is her breed. Her eyes are golden and bright, yet, at this point of moral oblivion, they are clouded over with a twisted sort of emptiness. Her ears are large, and golden-tipped, her tail tipped with a dark, chocolately brown. Her all-in-all appearance is slim, and beautiful.
Her appearance is really one of an amazing ability, and if she knew the advantage of her form she could be a great warrior. When she, and if she, finds the ability to live out to her advantage she could even become the greatest warrior that ever lived, maybe even living on to become the leader of ThunderClan.
Description (short):
Silentpaw is a a slim-formed female with long legs for hunting and jumping. Her fur is golden and her muscles are chiseled. She is a confused apprentice stuck in a state of emptiness and oblivion.
Personality:
Her temperment is unknown, for she has only spoken once. The last, and first time she spoke, was during her apprentice ceremony saying the two words 'I do.' These words were not said by a young kit becoming an apprentice, but by an older, adult cat, maybe someone in StarClan. Her mind is ruffled, and confused, as she tries to understand why everyone else has a mother and father, and she does not. She doesn't understand how everyone else can mew and speak, and she cannot. She cannot understand why others stare at her oddly, and why everyone around her is so hot, and why they shiver when they are within a foot away from her. She does not understand why she cannot hear and feel her heartbeat, and she does not understand why she can sometimes see others' hearts beating in their chests, and she cannot see her own. Everything in her life is a question, and she finds it hard to understand why she had to be the one with all the problems. No one has told her that she will become a great warrior, or that she will do great things, or that she has a future of helping the clan.
RP example:
Cold wind slicked over the slim form of a small apprentice, flattening her fur. The young cat traveled alone through a dark, cold night, looking neither phased nor brave towards the ominous night. She moved quickly, low to the ground, under-belly brushing the soft dirt, dampened by the light drizzle that had been lightly dampening the earth for many hours. The small female seemed intent on getting to her destination. Where was this destination?
Nowhere. a voice said, but it was not the confused female, it was some voice, deep within her. Was it StarClan? Who knew?
The female did not speak, simply because she couldn't. She just simply felt empty.
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