Post by Deleted on Jan 27, 2013 22:02:42 GMT -5
Name: Poisonleaf.
Age: 26 moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Clan: NightClan.
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Poisonleaf is a pretty she-cat, with long fur, long, elegant legs, compact paws, and a slim build. Her coat is a mix of black, white, and orange, the three colors mixing and swirling around each other, forming a unique and mesmerizing pattern. She moves with a grace that comes from confidence, and a confidence that comes from pride. Her body is long, lithe, and agile. While her strength may not be fighting, she's quick, and quite an able tree climber. With compact paws, she carries herself with a self-assured confidence, knowing that she /is/ worth it. Her eyes, emotionless pits, are a deep, light green, oft narrowed. Not in anger, or confusion, but more a subtle seductive technique, knowing that whatever happens, she will, in the end, get what she wants, and maintain her grace and pride throughout.
Description Summary: A long-furred calico she-cat with green eyes.
Personality: Poisonleaf is a volatile, unpredictable cat. She's strong and proud, never one to take no for an answer. In her green eyes, the world is hers for the taking. Anyone who tells her no or stands in her way is merely a threat to be eliminated. She can't back down, she can't say no. She never backs down from a fight, not from a will to win or be the best, but in order to maintain her pride, ego, and self-esteem. She's been known to risk everything for pride, and as of yet, hasn't failed herself.
However, hiding beneath her pretty, can't-catch-me smile, lies a darker core. Her lack of family and unstable upbringing took a toll on her psyche. Poisonleaf's world is almost black and white. If she isn't the best, if she isn't perfect, if she isn't wanted, she's nothing. If things don't go exactly her way, she's destroyed. She's been known to switch between extremely high highs, when everything in her world is going exactly the way she plans, and extremely low lows, when she's disappointed herself or disappointed someone she [secretly] cares about.
Though she appears fearless, untouchable, unbreakable, Poisonleaf dangles on the very edge of sanity, her stability very fragile indeed. She refuses to let anyone know, however, and prefers to hide behind the facades she's built for herself. She tries to allow others to get close to her, without ever really letting them get to her core, but she isn't always successful. When someone does manage to break through, however, she doesn't show it like most would. Instead of getting close and getting to know them better, she prefers a darker, more dangerous route. This can result in violent and even potentially deadly relationships, but she doesn't mind. Actually, she thrives on the danger. The rush of adrenaline she gets when butting heads only makes her want it more. Danger and violence thrill her, give her a high like no other, and she wouldn't trade that feeling for any amount of perfect relationships. Dysfunction is all she knows, and if she has it her way, it's all she will ever know.
History: Poisonkit was birthed as a result of a violent relationship between Narrowstep, a lean she-cat who's had one too many heartbreaks, and Cindermask, a tom with a twisted passion for loving and leaving. It all began when Cindermask wooed a young, foolish Narrowstep. The two had a fast-paced, whirlwind relationship, that soon resulted in a pregnant Narrowstep. Narrowstep, thinking she and Cindermask were perfectly in love, had no objection to making her pregnancy public. But when she announced it, Cindermask denied the relationship, instead humiliating her in front of the entire Clan. Cindermask, being an older, respected warrior, was, naturally, taken at his word, and Narrowstep was shunned as having fatherless kits.
Narrowstep gave birth to not one, not two, not three, but five kits. To her, the large, healthy litter was an added insult to Cindermask's humiliating act of rejection. Shortly after the kits opened their eyes, Narrowstep took the litter of five out into the forest one night. The young kits went along willingly, and Narrowstep took them deep into NightClan territory, taking turns carrying them at times. There, she began to slaughter them, wanting nothing to do with the living proof of her relationship with Cindermask. After Narrowstep lashed out at the first kit, the others panicked, and though the queen did her best to make sure none escaped her grasp, one of her kits, a calico she-kit, managed to survive.
Narrowstep had left the kits for dead, and the kill site wasn't found until a hunting patrol stumbled upon the bloody mess two days later. They were shocked to find the sole survivor, covered in blood and injured herself, but still somehow alive. The patrol rushed the kit back to the camp, taking her immediately to the medicine cat's den. That afternoon, as Narrowstep, who had returned to her warrior duties after crying tragedy, passed the medicine cat's den on her way out of camp, the surviving kit stumbled out, small and covered in cobwebs [to hold her wounds closed]. Narrowstep recognized her immediately, and hissed furiously. She lunged at the she-kit, but was restrained by other warriors.
Now that the truth was out, Narrowstep was forced back to the nursery to care for her unnamed kit. Narrowstep hated the she-kit, and was ordered a constant watch until the kit was old enough to be weaned. Out of spite, Narrowstep named her kit Poisonkit, seeing her as the reason her relationship and her life had been ruined. After Poisonkit was old enough to be weaned, Narrowstep was exiled from the Clan.
Poisonkit managed to survive into her apprenticeship, parentless, and she was relieved when she finally moved out of the empty nursery. Poisonpaw managed to survive her apprenticeship as well, with no more attacks on her life. Narrowstep, shamed, humiliated, and unwanted, fled the Clan territories, heading deeper into the mountains, while Cindermask continued to thrive as a trusted senior warrior.
Poisonpaw strove to excel at everything she did. Borne of a proud father, his innate pride bled into her subconscious. She first noticed her love of attention when she noticed an apprentice from another Clan blatantly staring at her at a Gathering. She had taken extra time that day to make sure her pelt was sleek and clean, and it obviously paid off. A fellow apprentice later spoke to her about how the staring apprentice marveled at Poisonpaw's beauty. This, of course, triggered her built-in pride meter, and she began working harder to be noticed. She groomed herself daily, trained harder, and worked harder than ever to be the best she could, if only to gain attention.
Poisonpaw was made a warrior without much fuss, and as she aged, she matured. Confidence filled her step, power and prowess in her gaze. When Poisonpaw became Poisonleaf, she was no longer the unwanted miracle survivor, but a strong, proud she-cat with nothing to lose.
RP Example: --
Other: Theme song!
Age: 26 moons.
Gender: She-cat.
Clan: NightClan.
Rank: Warrior
Picture:
Description: Poisonleaf is a pretty she-cat, with long fur, long, elegant legs, compact paws, and a slim build. Her coat is a mix of black, white, and orange, the three colors mixing and swirling around each other, forming a unique and mesmerizing pattern. She moves with a grace that comes from confidence, and a confidence that comes from pride. Her body is long, lithe, and agile. While her strength may not be fighting, she's quick, and quite an able tree climber. With compact paws, she carries herself with a self-assured confidence, knowing that she /is/ worth it. Her eyes, emotionless pits, are a deep, light green, oft narrowed. Not in anger, or confusion, but more a subtle seductive technique, knowing that whatever happens, she will, in the end, get what she wants, and maintain her grace and pride throughout.
Description Summary: A long-furred calico she-cat with green eyes.
Personality: Poisonleaf is a volatile, unpredictable cat. She's strong and proud, never one to take no for an answer. In her green eyes, the world is hers for the taking. Anyone who tells her no or stands in her way is merely a threat to be eliminated. She can't back down, she can't say no. She never backs down from a fight, not from a will to win or be the best, but in order to maintain her pride, ego, and self-esteem. She's been known to risk everything for pride, and as of yet, hasn't failed herself.
However, hiding beneath her pretty, can't-catch-me smile, lies a darker core. Her lack of family and unstable upbringing took a toll on her psyche. Poisonleaf's world is almost black and white. If she isn't the best, if she isn't perfect, if she isn't wanted, she's nothing. If things don't go exactly her way, she's destroyed. She's been known to switch between extremely high highs, when everything in her world is going exactly the way she plans, and extremely low lows, when she's disappointed herself or disappointed someone she [secretly] cares about.
Though she appears fearless, untouchable, unbreakable, Poisonleaf dangles on the very edge of sanity, her stability very fragile indeed. She refuses to let anyone know, however, and prefers to hide behind the facades she's built for herself. She tries to allow others to get close to her, without ever really letting them get to her core, but she isn't always successful. When someone does manage to break through, however, she doesn't show it like most would. Instead of getting close and getting to know them better, she prefers a darker, more dangerous route. This can result in violent and even potentially deadly relationships, but she doesn't mind. Actually, she thrives on the danger. The rush of adrenaline she gets when butting heads only makes her want it more. Danger and violence thrill her, give her a high like no other, and she wouldn't trade that feeling for any amount of perfect relationships. Dysfunction is all she knows, and if she has it her way, it's all she will ever know.
History: Poisonkit was birthed as a result of a violent relationship between Narrowstep, a lean she-cat who's had one too many heartbreaks, and Cindermask, a tom with a twisted passion for loving and leaving. It all began when Cindermask wooed a young, foolish Narrowstep. The two had a fast-paced, whirlwind relationship, that soon resulted in a pregnant Narrowstep. Narrowstep, thinking she and Cindermask were perfectly in love, had no objection to making her pregnancy public. But when she announced it, Cindermask denied the relationship, instead humiliating her in front of the entire Clan. Cindermask, being an older, respected warrior, was, naturally, taken at his word, and Narrowstep was shunned as having fatherless kits.
Narrowstep gave birth to not one, not two, not three, but five kits. To her, the large, healthy litter was an added insult to Cindermask's humiliating act of rejection. Shortly after the kits opened their eyes, Narrowstep took the litter of five out into the forest one night. The young kits went along willingly, and Narrowstep took them deep into NightClan territory, taking turns carrying them at times. There, she began to slaughter them, wanting nothing to do with the living proof of her relationship with Cindermask. After Narrowstep lashed out at the first kit, the others panicked, and though the queen did her best to make sure none escaped her grasp, one of her kits, a calico she-kit, managed to survive.
Narrowstep had left the kits for dead, and the kill site wasn't found until a hunting patrol stumbled upon the bloody mess two days later. They were shocked to find the sole survivor, covered in blood and injured herself, but still somehow alive. The patrol rushed the kit back to the camp, taking her immediately to the medicine cat's den. That afternoon, as Narrowstep, who had returned to her warrior duties after crying tragedy, passed the medicine cat's den on her way out of camp, the surviving kit stumbled out, small and covered in cobwebs [to hold her wounds closed]. Narrowstep recognized her immediately, and hissed furiously. She lunged at the she-kit, but was restrained by other warriors.
Now that the truth was out, Narrowstep was forced back to the nursery to care for her unnamed kit. Narrowstep hated the she-kit, and was ordered a constant watch until the kit was old enough to be weaned. Out of spite, Narrowstep named her kit Poisonkit, seeing her as the reason her relationship and her life had been ruined. After Poisonkit was old enough to be weaned, Narrowstep was exiled from the Clan.
Poisonkit managed to survive into her apprenticeship, parentless, and she was relieved when she finally moved out of the empty nursery. Poisonpaw managed to survive her apprenticeship as well, with no more attacks on her life. Narrowstep, shamed, humiliated, and unwanted, fled the Clan territories, heading deeper into the mountains, while Cindermask continued to thrive as a trusted senior warrior.
Poisonpaw strove to excel at everything she did. Borne of a proud father, his innate pride bled into her subconscious. She first noticed her love of attention when she noticed an apprentice from another Clan blatantly staring at her at a Gathering. She had taken extra time that day to make sure her pelt was sleek and clean, and it obviously paid off. A fellow apprentice later spoke to her about how the staring apprentice marveled at Poisonpaw's beauty. This, of course, triggered her built-in pride meter, and she began working harder to be noticed. She groomed herself daily, trained harder, and worked harder than ever to be the best she could, if only to gain attention.
Poisonpaw was made a warrior without much fuss, and as she aged, she matured. Confidence filled her step, power and prowess in her gaze. When Poisonpaw became Poisonleaf, she was no longer the unwanted miracle survivor, but a strong, proud she-cat with nothing to lose.
RP Example: --
Other: Theme song!