Post by pine on May 13, 2008 19:34:55 GMT -5
I finally get to rewrite this as I originally intended it to turn out. It was my first ever, and it was very, very, very, ah. . .lousy.
Anyway. . .
Picture: Click
Name: Pinecandle
Gender: She-cat
Age: 22 moons
Clan: Arcticclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Amoung the underbrush, Pinecandle blends in like a shadow. Her golden brown pelt is broken up by dark brown classic tabby markings, making her nearly impossible to see if she sits very still. The hairs on her face are darker, tipped with grey, and her whisker pads and chin are a lighter beige. He whiskers are bright white and stand out against the rest of her. Her underbelly and paws are the same color as her throat - tan.
No matter what her mood is, Pinecandle's eyes are always intense, alert-looking, tense, as if she were hunting you - watching every small move you make. They are a light green, hence her name, and are oval and slanted, giving her a wild look. Her pupils are always slightly vertical.
Pinecandle is built for the weather. She is solidly built, with strong, longish legs and a thick, water proof coat. Her head is broad and her ears are wide and spaced far apart. Her muzzle is strong and square, with a wide dark red nose. She as a slightly short tail, which looks wider than it is because of the longer fur on it. Under her left front paw, there is a white mark, and on her right flank there is a group of distinctive scars from a fight.
Speaking of paws, Pinecandle's are broad and stong, helping her walk through snow without sinking very deeply. Rings of darker fur show where her 18 razor-sharp claws are hidden. The claws themselves are translucent grey in color.
Personality: One word descibes Pinecandle fairly well - paranoid. She sees enemies everywhere, even where there are really allies. Obviously, she has trouble making friends, but would trust the ones she has without question. If one of these friends were to betray her, she'd go nuts and form yet another grudge - she takes everything personally, and is always trying to remind herself not to. She is an excellent fighter, a bad combination with a borderline schitzo cat.
Say something to Pinecandle, and you will most likely be replied to with a snarl. She doesn't really enjoy socializing, in case you didn't guess. When cats are nice to her, she just doesn't know how to react. Insult her or challenge her, and you've got another thing coming. She goes into a rage and will use any excuse to attack. She's especially touchy about the warrior code - she sticks to the Warrior Code like a catapillar to a leaf and would die for her clan. When it come to any other cats, they can rot in the Place of No Stars for all she cares.
As for her hopes and dreams - no cat will ever know what Pinecandle want from life - except Pinecandle, of course. She longs for respect, and, though she'd never admit it, even to herself, power. A mate if also high on her list, though she is in no hurry to go there - her cynical side wouldn't really aprove. She loves revenge, but when it comes to everything else. . .she's willing to take what she gets, and not try for anything extra.
Believe it or not, Pinecandle can be friendly, fun-loving, and aventurous, and would be more often if she didn't think the world was out to get her. Occasionally she lets down her, um, hair and has a little fun, but the moment she thinks anyone is watching she returns to her silent, defensive ways. More often, however, she breaks character to become morose and gloomy, and goes off on her own for a while. She's definately a moody cat, and can go from happy to aggresive to sad fast enough to confuse anyone.
History: :o22 moons ago out on the tundra, a liason was occuring. The perpetrators? Rippleheart, a brown tabby she-cat and Eagle, and black tom. Having kept their affair a sercret for a few seasons, the time was ripe for scandal. A certain someone (cough, Frigidpaw, cough) followed his mentor out onto the ice, and, to his joy, discovered her snoozing in an abandoned rabbit burrow with a rogue and what he assumed was their kit. Frigidpaw joyously returned to the Arcticclan camp to share the news. Rippleheart was less joyously kicked out when she refused to stop seeing Eagle. Ripleheart, a romantic adventurer, and Eagle, a dark, mysterious, not to mentionion hot fighter decided they couldn't keep Pinekit because of the traveling they'd be doing and left her with Arcticclan.
Pinekit was raised by another Arcticclan queen, and, once she got over the fact that her parents had left her behind, she promptly forgot that she wasn't pure clan cat. After six moons, she was apprenticed under the warrior Hawkclaws. She quickly showed her dismal hunting skills and was an apprentice for another 10 moons, even though she was a great asset in battle.
Soon after her 12th moon began, Pinepaw was annoyed about being held back and decided to prove herself to everyone once and for all. She went off on her own, found the biggest Snowy Owl she could, and killed it. Her reward? A bunch of slashes on her flank and another four moons as an apprentice. When the day finally came, she was given the name Pinecandle because her eyes are the color of said candles.
The most important thing (to Pinecandle) to happen to her was a fight with Iceclan warrior Icestorm. The Arcticclan deputy Snowstorm died and left her kits to Iceclan, which was a betrayal of Arcticclan. Pinecandle went a bit crazy and attacked, but to no avail. All but one kit went to Iceclan. She has sworn to gain revenge upon the warrior, therefore compensating for the dignity she lost.
Relationships: None
IC: Not First Character
Motto/Themesong: Still waiting for inspiration to punch me in the face
Anyway. . .
Picture: Click
Name: Pinecandle
Gender: She-cat
Age: 22 moons
Clan: Arcticclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Amoung the underbrush, Pinecandle blends in like a shadow. Her golden brown pelt is broken up by dark brown classic tabby markings, making her nearly impossible to see if she sits very still. The hairs on her face are darker, tipped with grey, and her whisker pads and chin are a lighter beige. He whiskers are bright white and stand out against the rest of her. Her underbelly and paws are the same color as her throat - tan.
No matter what her mood is, Pinecandle's eyes are always intense, alert-looking, tense, as if she were hunting you - watching every small move you make. They are a light green, hence her name, and are oval and slanted, giving her a wild look. Her pupils are always slightly vertical.
Pinecandle is built for the weather. She is solidly built, with strong, longish legs and a thick, water proof coat. Her head is broad and her ears are wide and spaced far apart. Her muzzle is strong and square, with a wide dark red nose. She as a slightly short tail, which looks wider than it is because of the longer fur on it. Under her left front paw, there is a white mark, and on her right flank there is a group of distinctive scars from a fight.
Speaking of paws, Pinecandle's are broad and stong, helping her walk through snow without sinking very deeply. Rings of darker fur show where her 18 razor-sharp claws are hidden. The claws themselves are translucent grey in color.
Personality: One word descibes Pinecandle fairly well - paranoid. She sees enemies everywhere, even where there are really allies. Obviously, she has trouble making friends, but would trust the ones she has without question. If one of these friends were to betray her, she'd go nuts and form yet another grudge - she takes everything personally, and is always trying to remind herself not to. She is an excellent fighter, a bad combination with a borderline schitzo cat.
Say something to Pinecandle, and you will most likely be replied to with a snarl. She doesn't really enjoy socializing, in case you didn't guess. When cats are nice to her, she just doesn't know how to react. Insult her or challenge her, and you've got another thing coming. She goes into a rage and will use any excuse to attack. She's especially touchy about the warrior code - she sticks to the Warrior Code like a catapillar to a leaf and would die for her clan. When it come to any other cats, they can rot in the Place of No Stars for all she cares.
As for her hopes and dreams - no cat will ever know what Pinecandle want from life - except Pinecandle, of course. She longs for respect, and, though she'd never admit it, even to herself, power. A mate if also high on her list, though she is in no hurry to go there - her cynical side wouldn't really aprove. She loves revenge, but when it comes to everything else. . .she's willing to take what she gets, and not try for anything extra.
Believe it or not, Pinecandle can be friendly, fun-loving, and aventurous, and would be more often if she didn't think the world was out to get her. Occasionally she lets down her, um, hair and has a little fun, but the moment she thinks anyone is watching she returns to her silent, defensive ways. More often, however, she breaks character to become morose and gloomy, and goes off on her own for a while. She's definately a moody cat, and can go from happy to aggresive to sad fast enough to confuse anyone.
History: :o22 moons ago out on the tundra, a liason was occuring. The perpetrators? Rippleheart, a brown tabby she-cat and Eagle, and black tom. Having kept their affair a sercret for a few seasons, the time was ripe for scandal. A certain someone (cough, Frigidpaw, cough) followed his mentor out onto the ice, and, to his joy, discovered her snoozing in an abandoned rabbit burrow with a rogue and what he assumed was their kit. Frigidpaw joyously returned to the Arcticclan camp to share the news. Rippleheart was less joyously kicked out when she refused to stop seeing Eagle. Ripleheart, a romantic adventurer, and Eagle, a dark, mysterious, not to mentionion hot fighter decided they couldn't keep Pinekit because of the traveling they'd be doing and left her with Arcticclan.
Pinekit was raised by another Arcticclan queen, and, once she got over the fact that her parents had left her behind, she promptly forgot that she wasn't pure clan cat. After six moons, she was apprenticed under the warrior Hawkclaws. She quickly showed her dismal hunting skills and was an apprentice for another 10 moons, even though she was a great asset in battle.
Soon after her 12th moon began, Pinepaw was annoyed about being held back and decided to prove herself to everyone once and for all. She went off on her own, found the biggest Snowy Owl she could, and killed it. Her reward? A bunch of slashes on her flank and another four moons as an apprentice. When the day finally came, she was given the name Pinecandle because her eyes are the color of said candles.
The most important thing (to Pinecandle) to happen to her was a fight with Iceclan warrior Icestorm. The Arcticclan deputy Snowstorm died and left her kits to Iceclan, which was a betrayal of Arcticclan. Pinecandle went a bit crazy and attacked, but to no avail. All but one kit went to Iceclan. She has sworn to gain revenge upon the warrior, therefore compensating for the dignity she lost.
Relationships: None
IC: Not First Character
Motto/Themesong: Still waiting for inspiration to punch me in the face