Post by BlooRey DVD on Jul 3, 2017 19:25:21 GMT -5
Name: Rose With Crimson Petals
Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Cave Guard
Picture:
Headshot | Additional Photo | Additional Photo 2
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Description:
Rose possesses a frame typical of Tribe Cave-Guards, especially in her line. Although not particularly tall, her shoulders are broad for a she-cat and have been fine tuned to spread her weight in such a way so as to root her to the ground. She's incredibly sturdy on her paws, with toes that splay and adjust to any sudden transfer of weight. This makes her difficult to move, especially when she doesn't want to move. It isn't difficult to imagine this particular she-cat proving to be a worth opponent in a one-on-one confrontation. And when anger finds her? It certainly isn't impossible to imagine her ripping you to shreds.
In further contrast to her adopted sister, Rose has a short muzzle, with ears on the smaller side of average. Her facial structure is also not as thin and narrow as Peregrine's, adding to her powerful physique. Perhaps the only thing she does share with the long-limbed she-cat is the existence of tabby stripes. Rose has a grand total of four visible stripes, considerably less than her sister, all of them concentrated on her forehead between her eyes. The vast majority of her remaining fur is unmarked, save for subtle shifts in the overall shade of her pelt color.
Although mostly banking on the darker end of the ginger spectrum, Rose does have some lighter spatterings of ginger fur throughout her coat. These lighter portions are concentrated above her eyes, in her chest fur, and along her shoulders. Her ginger fur is thick, convenient for protecting her skin from stray claws in the heat of battle. It is longest along her neck, resembling a lion's mane in the colder moons. The long fur continues down her belly and along her tail, accenting the attitude behind every twitch of the appendage.
Aside from the four tabby stripes, her face also sports her most obvious marking. Just beneath her red-brown nose, her fur is a creamy white as though to match her long white whiskers. The marking follows the curve of her muzzle to her mouth, where it expands. The light fur claims all of her chin, and extends into her neck fur before it is consumed by the dark ginger fur there. Along the bridge of her muzzle, as though contrasting the off-white marking beneath her nose, her fur is visibly darker, sharpening the slant from her eyes to her nose. This particular shift in color highlights her gaze, which is an intricate mixture of yellow and green with amber flecks littered throughout.
Description Summary: A sturdy, dark ginger she-cat with long fur and amber-flecked green eyes.
Personality:
When it comes to interacting with members of the Tribe, Rose portrays a pleasant and jubilant she-cat. She will greet them with a wave of her tail and a warm quip about current events. She rarely turns down tasks asked of her, apparently always prepared to do everything she can for the Tribe. So deep is her loyalty, that should anything pose a threat to the well-being of herself or a Tribe member, her jovial nature will recede and be immediately replaced by much more aggressive tendencies. Or that is what those less suspicious and those less observant might think of the ginger she-cat.
To those less inclined to simply believe, and more willing to squint passed her ebullience, something else might be revealed. The slightest tightness to her voice as she cheerily agrees to join a departing group of Prey-Hunters, a strange lilt to her voice as she easily forgives a To-Be for having stepped on her tail; minuscule and inexplicable clues litter her personality. Although she is never sarcastic or mocking, some might feel a sense of unease near her. Is it just your imagination, or does this high-spirited she-cat come off as too... Fake.
You'd be right to think her dishonest. Independent and highly adaptable, it takes quite a shove to derail this she-cat when she has her mind set on something. With a cunning nature and a sharp mind, Rose is certainly not above deceit to achieve what she desires. After all, she's been playing much of the Tribe since she was a kit, though her most common target is her adopted sister Peregrine. Despite being a dominant she-cat at heart, the ginger Cave-Guard is meticulous in her selection of victims over which to exert her controlling nature. Those who see this side of her are typically those of like mind, or those she knows she can control.
Dig further, and you'd soon realize her spurts of aggression are not a manifestation of her undying loyalty to the Tribe of Forgotten Waters. These outbursts are instances where her control slips, where the mask crumbles away to reveal a nature more true to who she is. Extraordinarily competitive and highly unpredictable when provoked, Rose is a dangerous she-cat, constantly padding along a thorn-sharp edge of control. She also possesses a fascination with the macabre; although she rarely bothers to soil her own paws, death is enthralling to her. Whether it be watching the physical life drain from something, or glimpsing the moment a spirit is broken, she can't help the pleasant tingle that shivers up her spine.
Those not of the Tribe are most likely to see an aggressive she-cat with somewhat... Questionable tendencies. Exceptions to this are triggered by the presence of a Tribe member, for Tribe presences always overrides that of a non-Tribe member when it comes to showing her darker side. Can't let moons of work go to waste over some worthless non-Tribe cat, after all.
History:
Rose With Crimson Petals was born to two proud Cave-Guards by the name of Rock on Mountain Top and Mist of Early Dawn. Mist was a ginger and white tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes, where as Rock was a brown tom with amber eyes. Both were bulkier of frame, a typical gateway to Cave-Guard status in the Tribe of Forgotten Waters. The pair had had eyes for one another for many moons, beginning when Rock was a To-be and Mist a young Cave-Guard. The two became mates shortly following Rock's appointment as Cave-Guard, and early into Mist's fortieth moon she gave birth to a single kit.
Admittedly, Rose was doted upon by both her parents, being the only object of their affection. Her first five moons of existence were absolutely blissful. Though she struggled somewhat with the idea of playing nice (Rose was a more aggressive kit, and extremely competitive), she managed to wriggle her way out of trouble with an innocent flattening of her ears and a soft "I didn't know!". Oh, how she could have lived her whole life that way. But the world had a different idea. After a hunt which her father accompanied, a weird kit was brought into the Tribe with injuries caused by a falcon's talons.
For some stupid reason, Stoneteller decided that her family would be the ones to raise the abandoned kit, apparently named Peregrine. Rose grumbled endlessly to her mother, demanding to know why this Peregrine had to live with them. What kind of kit didn't know where they'd come from, anyway?
Rose was, to put it lightly, dissatisfied with the addition to their family. Even at the young age of five moons, she tolerated the bizarre she-cat by determining scenarios by which she might cut the long-limbed she-cat from her family. Peregrine didn't even look right, and would certainly make a terrible Cave-Guard. Despite Peregrine's apparent fascination with Rose, the red she-kit made it her mission to avoid the brown and cream kit at all costs. Until, of course, Rose zeroed in on one of Peregrine's most important flaws; passivity and malleability. The ruddy she-kit figured out she could shun the slender she-kit from her games (Peregrine was terrible at wrestling, always claiming Rose was hurting her) by giving Peregrine dumb tasks. The peculiar she-kit once spent an entire afternoon counting the imperfections in the stone wall. How ridiculous was that? Ridiculous, and absolutely perfect. In the same vein, she told Peregrine not to mention the assigned task to their mother, because it was their secret. That seemed to shut up the annoying kit. At least, Rose never got in trouble for not including her 'sister'.
Rose was named a To-be a full moon before Peregrine, and that moon was fabulous. No longer forced to spend time with the weird kit, Rose could focus on a much more important task: becoming a Cave-Guard like her parents. The ruddy To-be's promisingly sturdy frame seemed to indicate she'd taken after her parents in build. Her education was entrusted to one of her father's close friends, Eagle That Shrieks at Dusk. Eagle was a gruff, jet black tom who was not inclined to accept any nonsense. Not that Rose cared; her goal was to learn from him, not befriend him, and as far as she could tell? He was an excellent Cave-Guard.
She threw herself into training, learning quickly despite the many scolds she received. Apparently she was a little too rough when sparring. But what was she expected to do? Go easy? What a ludicrous notion; she'd never learn if she went easy. Rose could have gone her entire mentorship in a similar adrenaline fueled high if it hadn't been for one massive detail. Stoneteller named Peregrine a Prey-Hunter To-be. A Prey-Hunter? Her family was notorious for being Cave-Guards. Stars above, this damn, long-legged she-cat was doing a fine job of ruining Rose's life.
If Eagle had thought her to be aggressive before, he was sorely mistaken. Scolding turned to lectures, of which Rose listened bitterly, claws raking the cave floor. Stars knew what path she might have plunged down if it hadn't been for one detail; Peregrine was good, when she could rein in her focus. This fired the red-furred she-cat's determination to be better. She would not allow that thing to out perform her. Rose learnt to funnel her aggression into concentration, and to hide her attitude behind a pleasant-enough mask.
Outside of training, Rose preferred to surround herself with cats who were not Peregrine. Her favorite little trick was preoccupying her bizarre sister with suggestions dancing on the edge of orders. Much like when they were younger, Peregrine never questioned a single one. As both she-cats' bodies continued to grow, so too did the distance between them. Placating her parents was the most difficult part of this development, though they seemed to believe her whenever she batted her eyes and proclaimed that "There's just so much to learn, so much to do. For the Tribe!".
It was her fourteenth moon when she was finally named a full Cave-Guard, thankful to be released from the critical, overly watchful eye of Eagle. Now she was free. ...More of less. She had duties to attend to now, but she no longer had some kit-sitter following her around wherever she went. Rose would enjoy this new-found independence for the greater part of three moons before the Tribe of Endless Hunting decided to unleash a chain of events that made her certain they were mocking her.
First, Peregrine was named a full-fledged Prey-Hunter. That meant the brown she-cat could go out hunting whenever she liked. Prey-Hunters required a Cave-Guard escort, and guess who Peregrine's favorite Cave-Guard was? As though that weren't enough, another outsider showed up at their cave entrance. Whatever story this Featherstep offered to explain her appearance, Rose didn't bother to listen, nor did she particularly care. Now there were two cats Rose had to make an effort to avoid. Fantastic.
Life proceeded pretty normally for a few moons, until...
Rose had been distracted, therefore failed to notice Peregrine and her little designated hunting group trot up to her. Of course, they wanted to go out, and were requesting an escort. Another nearby Cave-Guard overheard, and piped up that he would love to join too, effectively trapping her in this duty. Begrudgingly, the twenty-three moon old Cave-Guard agreed, falling to the back of the group to avoid as much small-talk as possible. The world around them was bland as ever, the birds of prey not even bothering to show their faces that day. She might have dozed off on her paws had it not been for the foreign roar that erupted from the mountain itself. They raced back to the cavern, to find it in shambles; the roof had caved in, burying many of their Tribe members within. Some had managed to escape relatively unscathed, while others were severely injured. Among the casualty list was the Stoneteller, and both her parents.
The Tribe mourned their losses, each adapting their own method to dealing with this grief. Rose chose to clench her teeth and push through like it didn't bother her, even as she silently cursed the Tribe of Endless Hunting. And then that foreigner, Featherstep, piped up about some promise of a new home beyond the mountain. Most of the survivors seemed to find a sense of hope from the story. Rose really only agreed to go because there was little left here. And so, the remaining cats set out to find new lands.
Other: Her adopted sister is Peregrine. Will require use of 16th character slot. Distantly related to Pinestar of NightClan (okayed with Jet as an explanation for their similar appearances)
Age: 31 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Tribe of Forgotten Waters
Rank: Cave Guard
Picture:
Headshot | Additional Photo | Additional Photo 2
All images owned by KIO-Fotos
Description:
Rose possesses a frame typical of Tribe Cave-Guards, especially in her line. Although not particularly tall, her shoulders are broad for a she-cat and have been fine tuned to spread her weight in such a way so as to root her to the ground. She's incredibly sturdy on her paws, with toes that splay and adjust to any sudden transfer of weight. This makes her difficult to move, especially when she doesn't want to move. It isn't difficult to imagine this particular she-cat proving to be a worth opponent in a one-on-one confrontation. And when anger finds her? It certainly isn't impossible to imagine her ripping you to shreds.
In further contrast to her adopted sister, Rose has a short muzzle, with ears on the smaller side of average. Her facial structure is also not as thin and narrow as Peregrine's, adding to her powerful physique. Perhaps the only thing she does share with the long-limbed she-cat is the existence of tabby stripes. Rose has a grand total of four visible stripes, considerably less than her sister, all of them concentrated on her forehead between her eyes. The vast majority of her remaining fur is unmarked, save for subtle shifts in the overall shade of her pelt color.
Although mostly banking on the darker end of the ginger spectrum, Rose does have some lighter spatterings of ginger fur throughout her coat. These lighter portions are concentrated above her eyes, in her chest fur, and along her shoulders. Her ginger fur is thick, convenient for protecting her skin from stray claws in the heat of battle. It is longest along her neck, resembling a lion's mane in the colder moons. The long fur continues down her belly and along her tail, accenting the attitude behind every twitch of the appendage.
Aside from the four tabby stripes, her face also sports her most obvious marking. Just beneath her red-brown nose, her fur is a creamy white as though to match her long white whiskers. The marking follows the curve of her muzzle to her mouth, where it expands. The light fur claims all of her chin, and extends into her neck fur before it is consumed by the dark ginger fur there. Along the bridge of her muzzle, as though contrasting the off-white marking beneath her nose, her fur is visibly darker, sharpening the slant from her eyes to her nose. This particular shift in color highlights her gaze, which is an intricate mixture of yellow and green with amber flecks littered throughout.
Description Summary: A sturdy, dark ginger she-cat with long fur and amber-flecked green eyes.
Personality:
When it comes to interacting with members of the Tribe, Rose portrays a pleasant and jubilant she-cat. She will greet them with a wave of her tail and a warm quip about current events. She rarely turns down tasks asked of her, apparently always prepared to do everything she can for the Tribe. So deep is her loyalty, that should anything pose a threat to the well-being of herself or a Tribe member, her jovial nature will recede and be immediately replaced by much more aggressive tendencies. Or that is what those less suspicious and those less observant might think of the ginger she-cat.
To those less inclined to simply believe, and more willing to squint passed her ebullience, something else might be revealed. The slightest tightness to her voice as she cheerily agrees to join a departing group of Prey-Hunters, a strange lilt to her voice as she easily forgives a To-Be for having stepped on her tail; minuscule and inexplicable clues litter her personality. Although she is never sarcastic or mocking, some might feel a sense of unease near her. Is it just your imagination, or does this high-spirited she-cat come off as too... Fake.
You'd be right to think her dishonest. Independent and highly adaptable, it takes quite a shove to derail this she-cat when she has her mind set on something. With a cunning nature and a sharp mind, Rose is certainly not above deceit to achieve what she desires. After all, she's been playing much of the Tribe since she was a kit, though her most common target is her adopted sister Peregrine. Despite being a dominant she-cat at heart, the ginger Cave-Guard is meticulous in her selection of victims over which to exert her controlling nature. Those who see this side of her are typically those of like mind, or those she knows she can control.
Dig further, and you'd soon realize her spurts of aggression are not a manifestation of her undying loyalty to the Tribe of Forgotten Waters. These outbursts are instances where her control slips, where the mask crumbles away to reveal a nature more true to who she is. Extraordinarily competitive and highly unpredictable when provoked, Rose is a dangerous she-cat, constantly padding along a thorn-sharp edge of control. She also possesses a fascination with the macabre; although she rarely bothers to soil her own paws, death is enthralling to her. Whether it be watching the physical life drain from something, or glimpsing the moment a spirit is broken, she can't help the pleasant tingle that shivers up her spine.
Those not of the Tribe are most likely to see an aggressive she-cat with somewhat... Questionable tendencies. Exceptions to this are triggered by the presence of a Tribe member, for Tribe presences always overrides that of a non-Tribe member when it comes to showing her darker side. Can't let moons of work go to waste over some worthless non-Tribe cat, after all.
History:
Rose With Crimson Petals was born to two proud Cave-Guards by the name of Rock on Mountain Top and Mist of Early Dawn. Mist was a ginger and white tabby she-cat with brilliant green eyes, where as Rock was a brown tom with amber eyes. Both were bulkier of frame, a typical gateway to Cave-Guard status in the Tribe of Forgotten Waters. The pair had had eyes for one another for many moons, beginning when Rock was a To-be and Mist a young Cave-Guard. The two became mates shortly following Rock's appointment as Cave-Guard, and early into Mist's fortieth moon she gave birth to a single kit.
Admittedly, Rose was doted upon by both her parents, being the only object of their affection. Her first five moons of existence were absolutely blissful. Though she struggled somewhat with the idea of playing nice (Rose was a more aggressive kit, and extremely competitive), she managed to wriggle her way out of trouble with an innocent flattening of her ears and a soft "I didn't know!". Oh, how she could have lived her whole life that way. But the world had a different idea. After a hunt which her father accompanied, a weird kit was brought into the Tribe with injuries caused by a falcon's talons.
For some stupid reason, Stoneteller decided that her family would be the ones to raise the abandoned kit, apparently named Peregrine. Rose grumbled endlessly to her mother, demanding to know why this Peregrine had to live with them. What kind of kit didn't know where they'd come from, anyway?
Rose was, to put it lightly, dissatisfied with the addition to their family. Even at the young age of five moons, she tolerated the bizarre she-cat by determining scenarios by which she might cut the long-limbed she-cat from her family. Peregrine didn't even look right, and would certainly make a terrible Cave-Guard. Despite Peregrine's apparent fascination with Rose, the red she-kit made it her mission to avoid the brown and cream kit at all costs. Until, of course, Rose zeroed in on one of Peregrine's most important flaws; passivity and malleability. The ruddy she-kit figured out she could shun the slender she-kit from her games (Peregrine was terrible at wrestling, always claiming Rose was hurting her) by giving Peregrine dumb tasks. The peculiar she-kit once spent an entire afternoon counting the imperfections in the stone wall. How ridiculous was that? Ridiculous, and absolutely perfect. In the same vein, she told Peregrine not to mention the assigned task to their mother, because it was their secret. That seemed to shut up the annoying kit. At least, Rose never got in trouble for not including her 'sister'.
Rose was named a To-be a full moon before Peregrine, and that moon was fabulous. No longer forced to spend time with the weird kit, Rose could focus on a much more important task: becoming a Cave-Guard like her parents. The ruddy To-be's promisingly sturdy frame seemed to indicate she'd taken after her parents in build. Her education was entrusted to one of her father's close friends, Eagle That Shrieks at Dusk. Eagle was a gruff, jet black tom who was not inclined to accept any nonsense. Not that Rose cared; her goal was to learn from him, not befriend him, and as far as she could tell? He was an excellent Cave-Guard.
She threw herself into training, learning quickly despite the many scolds she received. Apparently she was a little too rough when sparring. But what was she expected to do? Go easy? What a ludicrous notion; she'd never learn if she went easy. Rose could have gone her entire mentorship in a similar adrenaline fueled high if it hadn't been for one massive detail. Stoneteller named Peregrine a Prey-Hunter To-be. A Prey-Hunter? Her family was notorious for being Cave-Guards. Stars above, this damn, long-legged she-cat was doing a fine job of ruining Rose's life.
If Eagle had thought her to be aggressive before, he was sorely mistaken. Scolding turned to lectures, of which Rose listened bitterly, claws raking the cave floor. Stars knew what path she might have plunged down if it hadn't been for one detail; Peregrine was good, when she could rein in her focus. This fired the red-furred she-cat's determination to be better. She would not allow that thing to out perform her. Rose learnt to funnel her aggression into concentration, and to hide her attitude behind a pleasant-enough mask.
Outside of training, Rose preferred to surround herself with cats who were not Peregrine. Her favorite little trick was preoccupying her bizarre sister with suggestions dancing on the edge of orders. Much like when they were younger, Peregrine never questioned a single one. As both she-cats' bodies continued to grow, so too did the distance between them. Placating her parents was the most difficult part of this development, though they seemed to believe her whenever she batted her eyes and proclaimed that "There's just so much to learn, so much to do. For the Tribe!".
It was her fourteenth moon when she was finally named a full Cave-Guard, thankful to be released from the critical, overly watchful eye of Eagle. Now she was free. ...More of less. She had duties to attend to now, but she no longer had some kit-sitter following her around wherever she went. Rose would enjoy this new-found independence for the greater part of three moons before the Tribe of Endless Hunting decided to unleash a chain of events that made her certain they were mocking her.
First, Peregrine was named a full-fledged Prey-Hunter. That meant the brown she-cat could go out hunting whenever she liked. Prey-Hunters required a Cave-Guard escort, and guess who Peregrine's favorite Cave-Guard was? As though that weren't enough, another outsider showed up at their cave entrance. Whatever story this Featherstep offered to explain her appearance, Rose didn't bother to listen, nor did she particularly care. Now there were two cats Rose had to make an effort to avoid. Fantastic.
Life proceeded pretty normally for a few moons, until...
Rose had been distracted, therefore failed to notice Peregrine and her little designated hunting group trot up to her. Of course, they wanted to go out, and were requesting an escort. Another nearby Cave-Guard overheard, and piped up that he would love to join too, effectively trapping her in this duty. Begrudgingly, the twenty-three moon old Cave-Guard agreed, falling to the back of the group to avoid as much small-talk as possible. The world around them was bland as ever, the birds of prey not even bothering to show their faces that day. She might have dozed off on her paws had it not been for the foreign roar that erupted from the mountain itself. They raced back to the cavern, to find it in shambles; the roof had caved in, burying many of their Tribe members within. Some had managed to escape relatively unscathed, while others were severely injured. Among the casualty list was the Stoneteller, and both her parents.
The Tribe mourned their losses, each adapting their own method to dealing with this grief. Rose chose to clench her teeth and push through like it didn't bother her, even as she silently cursed the Tribe of Endless Hunting. And then that foreigner, Featherstep, piped up about some promise of a new home beyond the mountain. Most of the survivors seemed to find a sense of hope from the story. Rose really only agreed to go because there was little left here. And so, the remaining cats set out to find new lands.
Other: Her adopted sister is Peregrine. Will require use of 16th character slot. Distantly related to Pinestar of NightClan (okayed with Jet as an explanation for their similar appearances)