Post by BlooRey DVD on Jan 4, 2013 21:13:15 GMT -5
Name: Brokenkit -> Brokenpaw -> Brokensong -> Silentsong
Age: 34 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: TreeClan
Rank:Kit -> Apprentice (Mentored by Larchclaw) ->Warrior
Picture: Click, Click, Click, Click
Description: Upon first glance, this she-cat looks like a tortoiseshell tabby Maine Coon, nothing more and nothing less. While that sums up her coat, which is a mix of black, orange and bits of white here and there, with the tabby stripes marking her tortoiseshell coat, there’s something that leaves out. However, we’ll start with her looks. She has a coat which is a little bit on the longer side, but not as long as some. Her nose is a soft pink color, flecked with a bit of black here and there. She has a sort of dotted white stripe down her nose, and long white whiskers. She has long, elegant ears, with a lean body structure, half hidden behind her coat. The white on her pelt sticks to her chest and stomach area, covering most of her hind legs, and her toes as well.
Brokensong’s eyes are an interesting color, almost combining two. They could be described as green, but in some lights, may look hazel. Should she have the opportunity, she would probably say they were hazel, with green accents. Her tail is a bit on the long side, with the same long fur covering it. She is very balanced, and often looks thoughtful. She has an almost dainty stride, with pink pads on the base of her paws. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to fight. As she trained to be a warrior, this was a lot of what she had to focus on, as conversations…. Aren’t exactly her thing.
Since birth, Brokensong has been mute. She’s never spoken, never had the opportunity to do so. Everything about Brokensong is physical. Those who don’t know her very well don’t know how to handle her, because she can’t reply. Not many bother to figure out a way to communicate. This makes it so that a lot of the time, Brokensong can be found alone.
She does give cues as to how she's feeling through her body. When she's content, her tail often moves in slow, swishing arcs, and her eyes often drift closed. When she is happy, and where a cat would normally purr, you need to watch her paws. She kneads softly, a gentle movement, but it shows that she likes whatever is happening, and her eyes show it too. Her anger or fear is depicted in the same way as most, through her ears and tail, save for the hissing or trembling voice.
Description Summary: Average sized, mute tortoiseshell tabby with long fur and hazel-green eyes.
Personality: Brokensong has never seen herself as unlucky because she can’t communicate in the manner that others do. She had the opportunity to become a very bitter she-cat, but she didn’t. She’s actually a very positive she cat, and extremely curious. Brokensong has never had the opportunity to ask proper questions, though this isn’t to say that just because she can’t speak, she doesn’t think. Brokensong often asks herself questions, but instead of vocalizing them, she’ll be drawn to the subject of her question like a moth to a flame. As earlier mentioned, she’s a very physical she-cat, not only in her cues, but also in her actions.
She has been known to wander up to things, even if she has no idea what it might be, simply because no one understands when she’s trying to ask what it is. She does her best not to become frustrated with who cats misinterpret her, or don’t try to understand her at all. She is not an ill-wishing she-cat, but sometimes it gets the better of her, and she does become a solitary she-cat. She doesn’t hate the fact she is mute, but she isn’t happy to be mute either. She looks at it in an almost bittersweet way. When she thinks about her condition, she often has a sad smile.
There is the high possibility that, had she been able to speak, Brokensong would have been a very philosophical she-cat. Her mind is almost constantly at work, sometimes thinking about herself, but most of the time about the world around her. It’s true that she sometimes wonders what she would sound like, had she been able to speak. In her dreams, she can speak, but her voice never seems to be the same in each dream. It constantly changes as her mind continuously wonders.
She is a very gentle, loving she-cat who would love the chance to get to know someone, and for someone to get to know her. She’s a romantic girl at heart, honestly wishing for someone to sweep her off her paws. But she can’t help but hear that tug in the back of her mind, that voice she hates so much. “Who would want a she-cat who can’t speak as their mate?”
History:Thornshadow and Larkfern of TreeClan bore a litter of a single kit. This kit was a quiet little kit, never mewling, never crying out. To begin, it didn’t worry the parents. They had a beautiful little she-kit. However, when the litters who were born after her began speaking and she did not, they knew something was wrong. They would speak to her, and she would understand, she would react, but she would never reply. And then, one day, Larchfern asked the little she-kit a question, and watched the young kit. The kit, still unnamed as the parents could not think of a suitable name for her, blinked up at her mother for a moment, before opening her mouth. Her mouth moved exactly as any meowing cat’s should, but there was no sound.
It was determined that the little she-kit was mute. She could not purr, she could not meow. Larchfern began calling the kit “My Broken Little Songbird”, thus giving her the name Brokenkit. It wasn’t meant to be insulting, and the little she-kit did her best not to take it as an insult. She grew up, trying to play with the other kits, but it was hard when she could not speak to them as such a young age.
There was some skepticism as to whether she should train to be a warrior or not. In the end, her father pushed her on saying that “She may not have a voice, but she has the heart and the potential of any other apprentice.” She thus became Brokenpaw, apprentice to Larchclaw. Larchclaw was a smaller tom, not as outgoing and ready to clash heads as some of the other toms, but he was kind and he was patient with his apprentice. He cared for her just as any mentor should care for their apprentice, and he loved nothing more than to see her excel.
Brokenpaw’s first real heartbreak was when she was about nine moons old. Her mother, Larkfern, who had supported her from the beginning, was killed in a battle. Her father tried to comfort her, but there was only so much a father could do. Brokenpaw began focusing more and more on her training. At ten moons, she tried the game of love once, but the tom had gone for someone else. Her training became her everything, and Larchclaw was her biggest ally.
Finally the day came when she could be rewarded for her work. She was given the warrior name of Brokensong, in honor of her mother’s nickname for her, Broken Little Songbird. Now Brokensong lives as a young warrior, often solitary but working hard to serve her Clan to the best of her ability.
RP Example: N/A
Other: She's the mute kitty I paid for ^_^
Age: 34 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: TreeClan
Rank:
Picture: Click, Click, Click, Click
Description: Upon first glance, this she-cat looks like a tortoiseshell tabby Maine Coon, nothing more and nothing less. While that sums up her coat, which is a mix of black, orange and bits of white here and there, with the tabby stripes marking her tortoiseshell coat, there’s something that leaves out. However, we’ll start with her looks. She has a coat which is a little bit on the longer side, but not as long as some. Her nose is a soft pink color, flecked with a bit of black here and there. She has a sort of dotted white stripe down her nose, and long white whiskers. She has long, elegant ears, with a lean body structure, half hidden behind her coat. The white on her pelt sticks to her chest and stomach area, covering most of her hind legs, and her toes as well.
Brokensong’s eyes are an interesting color, almost combining two. They could be described as green, but in some lights, may look hazel. Should she have the opportunity, she would probably say they were hazel, with green accents. Her tail is a bit on the long side, with the same long fur covering it. She is very balanced, and often looks thoughtful. She has an almost dainty stride, with pink pads on the base of her paws. This doesn’t mean she doesn’t know how to fight. As she trained to be a warrior, this was a lot of what she had to focus on, as conversations…. Aren’t exactly her thing.
Since birth, Brokensong has been mute. She’s never spoken, never had the opportunity to do so. Everything about Brokensong is physical. Those who don’t know her very well don’t know how to handle her, because she can’t reply. Not many bother to figure out a way to communicate. This makes it so that a lot of the time, Brokensong can be found alone.
She does give cues as to how she's feeling through her body. When she's content, her tail often moves in slow, swishing arcs, and her eyes often drift closed. When she is happy, and where a cat would normally purr, you need to watch her paws. She kneads softly, a gentle movement, but it shows that she likes whatever is happening, and her eyes show it too. Her anger or fear is depicted in the same way as most, through her ears and tail, save for the hissing or trembling voice.
Description Summary: Average sized, mute tortoiseshell tabby with long fur and hazel-green eyes.
Personality: Brokensong has never seen herself as unlucky because she can’t communicate in the manner that others do. She had the opportunity to become a very bitter she-cat, but she didn’t. She’s actually a very positive she cat, and extremely curious. Brokensong has never had the opportunity to ask proper questions, though this isn’t to say that just because she can’t speak, she doesn’t think. Brokensong often asks herself questions, but instead of vocalizing them, she’ll be drawn to the subject of her question like a moth to a flame. As earlier mentioned, she’s a very physical she-cat, not only in her cues, but also in her actions.
She has been known to wander up to things, even if she has no idea what it might be, simply because no one understands when she’s trying to ask what it is. She does her best not to become frustrated with who cats misinterpret her, or don’t try to understand her at all. She is not an ill-wishing she-cat, but sometimes it gets the better of her, and she does become a solitary she-cat. She doesn’t hate the fact she is mute, but she isn’t happy to be mute either. She looks at it in an almost bittersweet way. When she thinks about her condition, she often has a sad smile.
There is the high possibility that, had she been able to speak, Brokensong would have been a very philosophical she-cat. Her mind is almost constantly at work, sometimes thinking about herself, but most of the time about the world around her. It’s true that she sometimes wonders what she would sound like, had she been able to speak. In her dreams, she can speak, but her voice never seems to be the same in each dream. It constantly changes as her mind continuously wonders.
She is a very gentle, loving she-cat who would love the chance to get to know someone, and for someone to get to know her. She’s a romantic girl at heart, honestly wishing for someone to sweep her off her paws. But she can’t help but hear that tug in the back of her mind, that voice she hates so much. “Who would want a she-cat who can’t speak as their mate?”
History:Thornshadow and Larkfern of TreeClan bore a litter of a single kit. This kit was a quiet little kit, never mewling, never crying out. To begin, it didn’t worry the parents. They had a beautiful little she-kit. However, when the litters who were born after her began speaking and she did not, they knew something was wrong. They would speak to her, and she would understand, she would react, but she would never reply. And then, one day, Larchfern asked the little she-kit a question, and watched the young kit. The kit, still unnamed as the parents could not think of a suitable name for her, blinked up at her mother for a moment, before opening her mouth. Her mouth moved exactly as any meowing cat’s should, but there was no sound.
It was determined that the little she-kit was mute. She could not purr, she could not meow. Larchfern began calling the kit “My Broken Little Songbird”, thus giving her the name Brokenkit. It wasn’t meant to be insulting, and the little she-kit did her best not to take it as an insult. She grew up, trying to play with the other kits, but it was hard when she could not speak to them as such a young age.
There was some skepticism as to whether she should train to be a warrior or not. In the end, her father pushed her on saying that “She may not have a voice, but she has the heart and the potential of any other apprentice.” She thus became Brokenpaw, apprentice to Larchclaw. Larchclaw was a smaller tom, not as outgoing and ready to clash heads as some of the other toms, but he was kind and he was patient with his apprentice. He cared for her just as any mentor should care for their apprentice, and he loved nothing more than to see her excel.
Brokenpaw’s first real heartbreak was when she was about nine moons old. Her mother, Larkfern, who had supported her from the beginning, was killed in a battle. Her father tried to comfort her, but there was only so much a father could do. Brokenpaw began focusing more and more on her training. At ten moons, she tried the game of love once, but the tom had gone for someone else. Her training became her everything, and Larchclaw was her biggest ally.
Finally the day came when she could be rewarded for her work. She was given the warrior name of Brokensong, in honor of her mother’s nickname for her, Broken Little Songbird. Now Brokensong lives as a young warrior, often solitary but working hard to serve her Clan to the best of her ability.
RP Example: N/A
Other: She's the mute kitty I paid for ^_^