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Name: Riversong
Age: 41 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Senior Warrior [Deputy?]
Picture:
Description:
Riversong is an average-sized she-cat. She is of a slender, graceful build, and possesses delicate features. Her short fur is blue-gray, and her whiskers seem thin and dainty. But don't let her elegant appearance fool you, finely developed muscles ripple beneath her pelt, and that meticulous way in which she moves translates directly into deadly precision in battle. What she lacks in mass, she seems to make up for in skill and accuracy.
Lithe and sylphlike in stature, this silver she-cat's diplomatic value goes beyond her genteel composure in civil meetings and extends into her physical charm, one which inspires many toms to treat her with a certain level of tact. Not overly aware of this aspect, she is generally modest about what is undeniably an attractive physique.
When walking purposefully, Riversong's stride becomes long, easy, and ground covering, as she engages her body correctly and athletically. She is quite fit.
Description Summary: An average, short-haired silver she-cat with amber-green eyes.
Personality:
Riversong is a perfectionist. She likes to do things correctly and thoroughly. Detail oriented and meticulous, she is one to see a task through to the end. As one who is passionate about the warrior code, this cat lives by it, and revels in the traditions and ceremonies that thread clan life. She is undeniably dedicated to the members of her clan, and sustains a healthy distrust of outside cats – particularly those of other clans. Riversong comes across as demure and courteous in civil dealings, and therefore is a valuable political asset. She believes in StoneClan, and is very proud of the clan that she calls her own; likewise, she is a confident and pragmatic individual.
Though generally friendly, cats that Riversong genuinely dislikes will often be met with an icy wall of indifference. She does not, however, lack in the charisma section, and is more than capable of dealing civilly with these cats when necessary. She doesn't have too much of a temper on her, and it generally takes a quite a bit to make her angry. But when she does become angry, she can seethe over it for days at a time. Regardless, she will forgive most everything. A fierce friend and clanmate, Riversong stands up for that which she values.
History:
Riverkit was the only kit in her litter, born in StoneClan during a warm newleaf day. Her birth was easy and fast, and thus she grew to be quite healthy. While her name was not selected for any express reason, it seemed to fit her, and as she developed and grew, her movements became fluid and strong. An exceptionally responsible apprentice, Riverpaw very rarely complained about her duties, and impressed both her mentor and her other clanmates with her hard, devoted work. Her fellow apprentices were not always so keen on her, though, especially when she informed on them when they snuck out of camp more than once. She became a skillful hunter, practicing on her own, and seeking advice from all who she could. In fighting, the slight she-cat thrived with her vigilant, calculating technique, and her ability to be studious in her practice. A bit of a prodigy, Riverpaw received her warrior name after chasing a rogue off of StoneClan territory that she discovered while hunting at 12 moons old. Riversong slipped right into her role as a warrior, always a helpful and welcome presence. After becoming mates with Nightfur, a black-and-white tom who she'd trained with when they were apprentices, she had one kit, Melodykit – later, Melodypond. Her mate later died of greencough, but she did her share of grieving and moved on. She mentored one tom, Turtlepaw, later Turtlefang, who was badly injured in a freak accident involving a tree branch, and moved to the elder's den early, as the event left him permanently crippled. Riversong has remained a notable, prominent member of StoneClan, with great capacity for leading patrols and infinite willingness to assist those who require assistance.
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Name: Riversong
Age: 41 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StoneClan
Rank: Senior Warrior [Deputy?]
Picture:
Description:
Riversong is an average-sized she-cat. She is of a slender, graceful build, and possesses delicate features. Her short fur is blue-gray, and her whiskers seem thin and dainty. But don't let her elegant appearance fool you, finely developed muscles ripple beneath her pelt, and that meticulous way in which she moves translates directly into deadly precision in battle. What she lacks in mass, she seems to make up for in skill and accuracy.
Lithe and sylphlike in stature, this silver she-cat's diplomatic value goes beyond her genteel composure in civil meetings and extends into her physical charm, one which inspires many toms to treat her with a certain level of tact. Not overly aware of this aspect, she is generally modest about what is undeniably an attractive physique.
When walking purposefully, Riversong's stride becomes long, easy, and ground covering, as she engages her body correctly and athletically. She is quite fit.
Description Summary: An average, short-haired silver she-cat with amber-green eyes.
Personality:
Riversong is a perfectionist. She likes to do things correctly and thoroughly. Detail oriented and meticulous, she is one to see a task through to the end. As one who is passionate about the warrior code, this cat lives by it, and revels in the traditions and ceremonies that thread clan life. She is undeniably dedicated to the members of her clan, and sustains a healthy distrust of outside cats – particularly those of other clans. Riversong comes across as demure and courteous in civil dealings, and therefore is a valuable political asset. She believes in StoneClan, and is very proud of the clan that she calls her own; likewise, she is a confident and pragmatic individual.
Though generally friendly, cats that Riversong genuinely dislikes will often be met with an icy wall of indifference. She does not, however, lack in the charisma section, and is more than capable of dealing civilly with these cats when necessary. She doesn't have too much of a temper on her, and it generally takes a quite a bit to make her angry. But when she does become angry, she can seethe over it for days at a time. Regardless, she will forgive most everything. A fierce friend and clanmate, Riversong stands up for that which she values.
History:
Riverkit was the only kit in her litter, born in StoneClan during a warm newleaf day. Her birth was easy and fast, and thus she grew to be quite healthy. While her name was not selected for any express reason, it seemed to fit her, and as she developed and grew, her movements became fluid and strong. An exceptionally responsible apprentice, Riverpaw very rarely complained about her duties, and impressed both her mentor and her other clanmates with her hard, devoted work. Her fellow apprentices were not always so keen on her, though, especially when she informed on them when they snuck out of camp more than once. She became a skillful hunter, practicing on her own, and seeking advice from all who she could. In fighting, the slight she-cat thrived with her vigilant, calculating technique, and her ability to be studious in her practice. A bit of a prodigy, Riverpaw received her warrior name after chasing a rogue off of StoneClan territory that she discovered while hunting at 12 moons old. Riversong slipped right into her role as a warrior, always a helpful and welcome presence. After becoming mates with Nightfur, a black-and-white tom who she'd trained with when they were apprentices, she had one kit, Melodykit – later, Melodypond. Her mate later died of greencough, but she did her share of grieving and moved on. She mentored one tom, Turtlepaw, later Turtlefang, who was badly injured in a freak accident involving a tree branch, and moved to the elder's den early, as the event left him permanently crippled. Riversong has remained a notable, prominent member of StoneClan, with great capacity for leading patrols and infinite willingness to assist those who require assistance.
RP Example:
The dawn of leafbare had left the sand cold and damp with frost. The sky an endless expanse above the barren plain, a silver she-cat wound her way among the stones littering the desert steppe that occupied much of StoneClan's territory. She was sylphlike in stature, with a slender, yet muscular figure that slid across the sands in long, easy strides. The sun was just beginning to rise, and crickets still filled the air with their humming rhythms. Few stars still remained in the dark, yellowing skies, and she could see the luminous halo that foretold the sun rising over the mountain. Trailing a fox-length behind, a brown tabby tom sauntered after her, practically oozing obstinance. Though Fallingstar had organized this small hunting patrol the previous evening, Tumblefur had been positively indignant at being awoken this morning, and had been stomping along brazenly until she had snapped at him about scaring off all of the prey. Generally a very patient soul, Riversong found her good will tested acutely by the tom.
The two had set out in hopes that they could catch some of the crepuscular bounty that awaited them in the rocky crevices. The she-cat paused and looked back at her reluctant clanmate, and motioned with her tail to the left, signaling for them to split up to hunt. In an act of pure insolence, her companion moved to the right, badly acting as if he had missed her cue. Rolling her eyes, she padded to the left. It wasn't worth calling him out on his bad attitude; instead, she opened, her maw, letting the crisp scents of dawn fill her senses. Throughout leaf-fall, the freshkill pile had been dwindling more and more, and her search now reminded her of this. Sighing silently, she followed some stale trails further northwest. This coming season will be harsh, she predicted grimly, lifting her eyes to the distant mountains. Somehow, she felt as if the hardships would not come solely from the lack of prey, nor the glacial weather, but perhaps also from an event. And event that could unsettle her precious clan. When that time comes, she thought with conviction, raising her sights once more to the heavens, I swear to StarClan that I will stand for StoneClan, above all else.
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