Post by arsenic on May 27, 2012 21:11:23 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;]SHE-CAT[/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;]18 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;]WARRIOR[/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;]EMBERMIST[/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 lithe vibrant orange she-cat with topaz coloured eyes Appearance body. blessed with a feminine build, the young she-cat is quite lithe. embermist's shoulders are fairly narrow, along with the rest of her frame. slim haunches gives her body a very sleek appearance, and an almost delicate look to the young apprentice. supporting her body are thin, but strong legs that make her a very skilled runner and hunter. the she-cats’ chest is very proportionate to her body, and adds to the look of delicacy. the she-cats head is heart shaped, tapering off in a cute muzzle. her ears are placed upon her head, giving her a sharp, yet kind look to her face. pelt. the young she-cat was given the beautiful pelt of an orange tabby. with a soft orange base coat, the she-cats darker mid tones and highlights are quite noticeable, but not so much that it is overwhelming for her small frame. most of the tabby markings are a slightly darker hue of orange, which circle her legs, and break up the base coat that covers her. the she-cats tail is most the light orange, with rings of dark orange encircling it from base to just before the tip, where it lightens to a very pale, almost white, orange. the typical tabby markings are visible on her face. the she-cats muzzle is white, with a pink triangular nose. eyes. some say that eyes are the window to the soul. well, not for this she-cat. though they are a beautiful dark topaz colour, they reveal no emotions that she is experiencing. most would say her eyes appear dead, because they are so expressionless. along with this, embermist can come off as cold, but it is not the case, she has just perfected the art of keeping her emotions to herself. Personality blunt. despite the fact that she is young, she has learned to not pull any punches when it comes to what she has to say. with her, if she has something to say you're going to hear it, doesn't matter if you’re a kit, elder, or the leader. the she-cat also has a dry sense of humour, and many take her jokes as an insult, causing the unfortunate consequence of not many liking her. this doesn't bother her much, she could care less what her clan mates think of her most of the time. distant. maybe it's from her past, or maybe it's because she gets the cold shoulder from her clan mates, but embermist has built up a lot of walls, making her seem distant to her clan mates. secluded and guarded, she is a pain in the tail to try and talk to, and if you do get past the walls she's built around her mind, you will be rewarded with a ghost of a smile, and a level of respect that not many receive from her. embermists’ distance, and seclusion from her clan mates also plays a huge part in her blunt, not giving a - attitude, because she feels no emotional attachment to them. loyal. to try and better the life her mother made for her, she has sworn her loyalty to windclan. she is determined to show her clan mates that she would not betray them like her mother did. her loyalty to the clan goes as far as not talking to other clan cats at gatherings, and being especially cold to them. even at the mere age of nine moons, she has sworn to herself that she would die for windclan, under any, and every circumstance that might come into play. she lives and breathes the warrior code, and when it comes to the point in which she has a mate, she will stand by them no matter what happens. non-believer. embermist, though extremely devoted to the warrior code, does not believe in the cats up in the sky. the idea to her is too surreal for her grasp, and the logic behind it does not make any sense to her whatsoever. though she does not flaunt her lack of faith, she has made it quite clear that starclan holds no meaning to her at all. she believes that when something happens at gatherings, like the moon being covered by clouds, it is nothing out of the ordinary, and to her, it is no different than when the sun is hidden by the clouds. History gingerpelt & hinder the sins of the parents, should not become the sins of their children. gingerpelt, the dark orange tabby warrior was great at sinning: stealing prey from the other territories, and lying about where she got it from; flirting with every tom in her clan, and some that weren't. she wasn't the best warrior in windclan; rather large, and clumsy, and not very bright when it came to the way of the clan, but she knew what she was good at, and that was getting with toms. she could flirt her way into the hearts of any tom she wanted to without returning the feelings. well, until she met one tom. this tom wasn't of windclan descent, or any of the other clans. he was a tom cat from the big city, rough, and dangerous. gingerpelt fell easily. he had the voice of an angel, and meeting with him night after night gave her a thrill she had never experienced as a clan cat. the she-cat never thought of leaving the clan, she liked sleeping in a den all nicely prepared for her by the annoying apprentices, so she compromised. he would stay on the far edge of windclan territory, or at pond of truce, whichever suited him at night, and she would meet him there. it wasn't long before she found herself pregnant, and trying to frantically put her life back together. the already poor clan contributions became even poorer, and her clan mates had begun to notice. they had their suspicions of course as to why she was so tired all the time, and when she began to show her pregnancy their speculations were true. a tom that was infatuated with her, offered to tell the clan that he was the father. she accepted this openly. she was admitted into the nursery during the later part of her pregnancy, not allowed to leave at night. her kittens' daddy wasn't too happy about this, and one night he wandered into the world of the whisper. he caught her scent and found her in the nursery sleeping peacefully. wiggling his way into the den, he clamped his teeth on the back of her neck, and she awoke instantly yowling. the strength of the tom easily exceeded her own, and he drug her out of the nursery by her neck angry that he hadn't seen her in awhile. warriors who had heard her cry, came out of the den and into the scene. gingerpelt was panicking, telling him that she loved him, and that as soon as her kits were born she would leave the camp for him. hinder, her mate, furious with the situation threatened her life that if she didn't stick to her word, he would come and find her. the warriors of windclan chased him out of the camp and off the territory. gingerpelt, shaking with fear, made her way back in the nursery to wait out her pregnancy. due to her betrayal to the clan, she was told she was allowed to stay till the kittens were born then she would have to leave. soon, labour came upon her and she birthed three kits, emberkit, mosskit, and lightkit. unfortunately, mosskit, passed in the night, due to an ulcer in her throat that went undetected by the medicine cat. come morning, gingerpelt was gone and she left her kits to a young queen with only one kit. emberkit the truth about her mother, was not kept from her for very long. when she was three moons old, the news was broken to her, and this would be the start of her withdrawal from the clan around her. both her sister and her, got the hairy eyeball from their clan mates, but lightkit took it much better than emberkit ever did. emberkit, took it as a challenge to show them that she didn't care what they thought of her. it became a constant battle within her head to tell herself that she didn't care, and eventually she believed it and it started to show. being a kit, she knew that she couldn't show her loyalty to the clan, something she wanted to prove, just to spite everyone who doubted her and her sister. her longing to become an apprentice was becoming quite noticeable, she could barely sit still at the best of times, and she was always asking apprentices what it was like to be trained. so when she finally reached her sixth moon, she couldn't of been happier. emberpaw feeling like she had the world on her shoulders, the apprentice was less than happy when she received her mentor. he was a young tom, handsome with a stern face and a loud mouth. the she-cat, annoyed with her mentor made a point of showing him that he would have to earn her respect before she would listen to him. the two were at a standstill for a good moon, before he finally got sick and tired of her attitude and told her exactly what she wanted to hear. he told her that she was his apprentice and that she would listen to him because he was her mentor. of course, the language was a little more colourful than that, but his words stuck with her and from then on, it was smooth sailing. the tom decided that the best place to start would be tracking. this was an easy skill for her to master, due to her size and determination to prove herself. emberpaw was extremely light on her feet and could move swiftly without making much noise. however, this was something that came with a lot of practice. emberpaw was dead set on being a great hunter, because she had an inkling that she wouldn’t be a very good fighter solely because of her size. so, they worked. at first, her stalking was choppy and she was more worried about being quiet than using proper technique. this caused her to scare off more prey than she actually caught. frustration blossomed from the young apprentice when the skills needed to stalk didn’t magically appear within her. it caused her confidence to fall and a permanent knot of worry entangled itself in her stomach. she was worried that she wouldn’t be able to prove to the clan that she wasn’t like her mom, but so far, she was only proven all of them right. it killed her to think that she would never be good enough for any of the cats in clan because of the sins of her mother and the life she made for her. one evening after a training session when she was nine moons old, she asked her mentor a very personal question regarding her mother. it was a conversation that she would never forget: “snakeclaw, why did gingerpelt do this to me? why couldn’t she have just taken me and lightkit with her and saved us from the ridicule and consequences of her actions?” at a young age, she was well spoken, mainly due to the fact that she was very careful with what she said around her clan mates. the tom was caught off guard by his apprentice’s question, but he answered the best he could. “I believe your mother didn’t think about you and your sister, to be completely honest. I knew gingerpelt; she never thought of anyone besides herself. it was one of her greatest downfalls as a warrior. we were never friends, we only worked alongside each other and she wasn’t a terrible warrior. she had the potential to be a great asset to the clan but her priorities were in the wrong place.” |
"so that makes it ok?! she didn't give a rats' tail about us so she decided it would be ok for us to be treated like the scum of the earth. thanks mom! love you too." overwhelmed with frustration, and hurt, the she-cat raced away from her mentor and headed right back to camp, leaving her last comment hanging between them. curling up on her nest, the she-cat tucked her paws close into her tiny body, and protectively wrapped her tail around herself and pouted herself to sleep.
over the next moon, snakeclaw and emberpaw kept a very strict mentor - apprentice relationship. the tension between the two cats was noticeable and it hung in the air, thick as fog. the she-cat demanded he let her try stalking until she was very skilled in it, and when she was satisfied, snakeclaw took back the training sessions and shut down her pity party and very plainly said that she would train in fighting until it was time for her to become a warrior.
as predicted, emberpaw was not the greatest hunter. her size limited her strength and though she was quick on her feet, the orange tabby was reluctant to try anything new for fear that she might do something wrong, and be seen as a disappoint or a failure. snakeclaw had none of it. he told her that if she wanted respect she would have to work for it and it started with learning how to fight properly and efficiently.
and so, emberpaw trained. even with training, emberpaw was not a good fighter, but she made an effort at least. however, her training was put to the side when the disaster that would turn the clans upside down occurred. the flood sent her world into chaos, but she hoped that it would show her clanmates that she was a loyal windclan warrior when they invited riverclan into their camp. however, that didn't seem to be the case. even more frustrated, the she-cat and her mentor continued to train.
when her warrior ceremony came around, she swallowed her fear and held her head up high as she was called forth in front of all of her clan mates. she stood tall and proud and looked her leader in the eyes as they gave her her name, because of her speed and stalking abilities: embermist.
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at eighteen moons, she is still trying earn the respect of her clanmates. however, she would never let you know that she cared, one way or the other.
Roleplay Sample
it was quiet out on the prairie. there were no yowls of the cats around her camp, no grumpy elders or loud, annoying kits who didn't know when to shut up. most importantly, no one glaring at her with those horrible, judgemental eyes. after eighteen moons of trying your hardest to win over your clan mates, you just kind of stop. granted, she still tries but she has gotten good at not showing it. yes, embermist enjoyed the silence, because it meant that she was alone, and she was out of the line of fire. of course, they were probably talking something fierce about her back at the camp, but there wasn't anything she could do about it. so why worry?
the long blades of green tickled the skin under her orange pelt as she sprawled out in the grass, the smell of flowers flooding her senses and sending a calming shiver racing down her spine. the tip of her tail flicked into the air and stayed for a moment as she took in a deep breath and let it out in a sigh, her tail falling to the ground at the conclusion. the peacefulness of the open territory around her was very welcoming to her busy, troubled mind. a soothing call of a songbird rang out from a neighbouring territory causing a smile to break the stern look upon her face, setting it into a pretty, delicate expression as she closed her eyes to the world.
with her eyes shut, she just let the sounds of the prairie envelop everything that she was. she could hear the crickets chirp in the grass close by, and the chirp of a chipmunk that had wandered out from the trees. all the noises and the rays of sun beating down against her side warmed her through to her small, but sturdy bones. the smile that had broken her scowl, fell from her face gracefully, but the scowl did not return. instead, a content, peaceful look descended upon her as she flicked her ear against an airborne pest. tucking her paws up to her body she let her eyes slowly open.
her large pupils immediately dilated to nothing more than a slit against the bright sun high light. from her position on the ground, her topaz eyes stared through the blades of grass into the blue sky. from the time she had arrived out in the meadow, long white feathers reached out towards the sun, though they held no threat of rain. a little laugh forced it's way through her maw as she averted her gaze from the sky again. how could something this beautiful exist in a world this cruel and unfair? it was like a sick joke, and the joke was on her.
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