Post by COBWEB on Jun 17, 2012 20:08:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=valign,top][atrb=width,100][atrb=style,padding:10px;border-right:1px solid #ffffff;] [style=border:1px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;width:100px;height:100px;padding:8px;]  [/style][style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]WINDCLAN[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]FEMALE[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]38 MOONS[/style][style=border-right:10px solid #ffffff;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]DEPUTY[/style] [style=border-right:10px solid #FFfFFF;background-color:#54446E;padding:4px 10px 3px 0px;font-family:courier new;color:#C09BFC;text-align:right;font-size:10px;letter-spacing:1px;margin-bottom:3px;]PICTURE[/style] | [atrb=width,400][atrb=style,padding:10px;][style=font-family: courier new; font-size: 24px;letter-spacing:-2px; text-align:center;border-bottom:1px solid #ffffff;line-height:85%;color:#C09BFC;]LICHENFROST [/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]A FOREST DIVIDED[/style] [style=margin:-20px 30px 10px 30px;text-align:justify;font-family:tahoma;font-size:10px;text-transform:lowercase;color:#8e8e8e;line-height:13px;]Short Appearance a black she-cat with light blue eyes Appearance [ pelt ] it is pure black and very soft to the touch--think silk. she had no white marks or other colors, only black. however her nose is a lighter shade of other than that her entire being remains one solid color. it is usually seen groomed and presentable but not to the point of meticulous. [ frame ] her body is lithe and packed with wiry muscles. she is taller than most cats but doesn't look very intimidating. in fact it looks like a faint breeze could tip her over. she also has a very long tail and petite paws. [ overall ] she is considered to be attractive but in an odd sense. she isn't the typical beauty that most cats are used to seeing. her face in angular, her eyes wide, and her body thin but her most striking quality would probably be her eyes. Personality grudge holder - skeptical - witty - sarcastic - analytic - intelligent - crass - grim - competitive loner || she likes to be by herself or in a small group of respected warriors. a lot of things irk her and so she chooses to detach herself from the things that irritate her. apprentices, for one example, annoy her to no extent. they're bratty or too eager to please. if one is paired with lichenfrost that apprentice has their work cut out for him or her. the she-cat is particular in her taste for friends and a very select few tend to make the cut. she just doesn't want to be burdened by trivial pieces of gossip, unless she gets to make fun of it, or hear about a queen go on and on about her future kittens. she likes intelligent conversations and intrigue. reckless || the she-cat tends to think of the warrior code as a set of well-written guidelines. but if and when she becomes the leader she see knows that she wouldn't be nearly as strict as most. she thinks that starclan is a bit sexist when a male leader may take up a mate and have children whereas a female cannot. then there's the medicine cat rule. she wouldn't mind nixing that rule as well. if the clan fell under her leadership things would tend to change a bit but that doesn't mean wouldn't love her clan. she'd do what she could to make it safe and continue to make it prosper, but she can be a little reckless with her decisions. closet romantic || in truth she'd like a mate and kittens (but if someone ever found that out she might cut their throat out). however her mate would have to be romantic and be able to hold his own against her. she doesn't want some pansy, she wants a real tom who will challenge her, who will fight with her, and then wind up in a steamy lock of passion. but for now she just likes to watch the handsome toms that parade around her camp, and now that there's riverclanners, there's even more beautiful bodies to watch History [ her mother ] she only gave birth to one litter and it took her life. she didn't die during the birthing process but it left her very weak. however she managed to cling on for about a moon before she passed away. spiderlace doesn't remember really anything about her mother other than her voice. sometimes she thinks she can hear it at night when she's all alone or right when she's about to fall asleep. spiderlace never knew her but she would have liked to, especially since her father is a hard-ass. she often wonders how their relationship worked and if her father was any different before she and her siblings were born. [ her father ] rowanfang, her father, is a hard ass. although he loved his children he wanted what was best for them and that meant practicing. he pushed them before they were six moons old to start training. games of moss ball became agility training, play fighting became battle training, and so on. by t he time they all became apprentices he would make them train after or before their own mentor took them out and they would rarely have a day off. spiderlace never understood why her father pushed them so hard. it was because of his pushing that led to her siblings deaths (2). rowanfang's dream was to have one of his children become the leader of windclan. he wanted to make something out of them and that determination never deterred. even when he lost two of his children. of course he was sad about it but he was proud of them and felt no remorse. he holds spiderlace in high regards and practically worships the ground she walks on. [ mousepaw and tinyfoot ] they were her siblings and she loved them. mousepaw, her sister, ended up getting sick in the winter and dying. she had practically no immune system and worked herself to death. she passed peacefully and spiderlace takes comfort in that. tinyfoot was a different matter. he was her brother and was the runt of the litter. he tried to make his father proud but it never came across. then one day a few moons after he became a warrior he gave up on life. he simply ran across the thunderpath and ended it. spiderlace witnessed his death, she tried to stop him but she wasn't there in time to stop him from running. both siblings weigh heavy on her heart. Roleplay Sample Lichenfrost sat between the rows of golden stalks, her grey eyes focused on Charredkit. The kitten hadn’t been missing for very long but it was long enough to induce the queens to start panicking. Some claimed that a fox must’ve stolen him and others made up even more hare brained ideas. The commotion gave the Windclan deputy a headache and threw her into a bad mood. Wispstar was prepared to organize patrols to search for the kitten but Lichenfrost would hear none of it. A kitten could not get very far, especially since it didn’t know the territory. Her main concern was the danger the kitten had decided to throw himself in. Although Windclan didn’t have to deal with foxes, wolves, or badgers often there were birds of prey that they did worry about. Charredkit wouldn’t have a chance if a hawk or eagle found his sorry ass first. The black she-cat blinked. She had watched the young tom stalk the bird foolishly and yet she made no move to rescue him. He leaped upward, hooking into the post with his claws. It was an impressive jump for a kitten and she’d have to compliment him on that if he managed to live through today’s excursion. Of course the right thing to do would have been to save him right away. Correct his mistake before he even realized what sort of trouble he landed himself into. The hawk with its hooked beak and long talons could fillet Charredkit in one simple motion. However the unconventional she-cat allowed the tom to climb up the post until he was face to face with the beast. A grin uncurled upon her muzzle as the kitten’s eyes widened. The hawk looked at him, his sharp eyes glinted in the sunlight. It flapped its powerful wings sending Charredkit tumbling. Its cry carried and stretched over the moors. In a smooth motion the bird was airborne and gunning for the tom kitten. It’s first strike was a miss, a purposeful miss. I guess even birds like playing with their food, Lichenfrost mused. The hawk circled while Charredkit cowered with his tail tucked between his legs. Perhaps now you’ve learned your lesson? She wondered as she bunched her muscles. The hawk dove a second time, its talons extended—just waiting to sink into the pathetic kitten’s flesh. The deputy bolted from her crouched position and leapt. Her claws sunk into the bird and she brought it down to the ground, her fangs sunk into its soft neck and it was over. The sickening crunch silenced the meadow. She turned her emotionless, grey eyes onto the adventurer at her paws. He was still shaking and the fear scent coming off of him was nauseating. “Pick it up,” she said and pointed a single claw at the limp hawk. “You can bring it back to camp.” She didn’t wait for him to protest or see if he was following her—she continued to walk toward camp, unbothered by the fact that she could’ve let the kitten die. [/style][style=font-family:Arial Narrow;font-size:10px;text-align:center;margin-top:0px;letter-spacing:0px;color:#FFFFFF;]CODED BY RAIN OF ON THE EDGE![/style] |
