Post by Deleted on May 5, 2013 18:55:54 GMT -5
NAME! twitchkit twitchpaw twitchtail
AGE! 34 moons
RANK! warrior
GENDER! female
CLAN! windclan
SHORT DESC.! delicate calico she-cat with mossy green eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
PERSONALITY!
HISTORY!
RP EXAMPLE!
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AGE! 34 moons
RANK! warrior
GENDER! female
CLAN! windclan
SHORT DESC.! delicate calico she-cat with mossy green eyes
FULL DESCRIPTION!
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--- born to a mother and father of both calico descent, it is only natural this little feline has the distinct calico markings all over her body. her undercoat is a thick creamy paste-like color, and covers about half her body. her secondary coloring is a rich yet light orange, which blends with the cream to create a nice even, shallow tone that brings out the harsh tones of black and soft tones of grey and brown. most of her colorful markings are spotted throughout her coat, and thin out toward her underbelly. fire-like orange circles encompass her paws and tail, and the end of her is dotted with a light shade of brown, just like her eartips. the orange blends into the brown around her maw area, and the brown darkens and becomes more distinct at her tabby markings. trails like tears from her eyes, the streaks of color that leave her glowing green orbs are a darkened ash. her nose is light and pink, although her personality tends to taint it brown. twitch is a very small cat for her age, and most believe she has already stopped growing. her forte is speed, which means her legs are her prize. although appearing skinny, they ripple with muscle and definition beneath the surface, stretching long though short. her tail is almost as long as her torso, but not quite. however small she may be, however, she somehow manages to puff out and exemplify the size and build of a well-trained, seasoned warrior during battle.
PERSONALITY!
--- bundled with energy, this little she-cat is ready for anything, anytime. she is extremely alert, and always on the prowl. when she was in the nursery, she drove everyone wild with her games and constant need for supervision and attention. never is there a moment of rest when this bugger is around. her tireless energy gives her the ability of great speed, in both the literal and figurative sense. twitch is a fast thinker, always coming up with last minute plans, questions, and solutions. she loves to question the world; why things are the way they are, how they came to be, what will happen, ect. most often than not, other cats become fed up with her curious ways and disregard her. it never seems to phase her, however, for she is often seen bouncing around from friend to friend, not really caring who sticks around. only her closest companions realize that deep down, losing friends hurt her. but she doesn't dare show it- for she is the fearless, invincible twitch! (or so she likes to say.) when it comes to a big catch or stealthy battle plan, she's not afraid to use her bragging rights, and often over-extends them. she is most mistaken for a kit, and gets easily offended by this. although, she never stays in a bad mood, she's little miss sunshine. do not underestimate her, however, for she has a very dark and twisted side. count her out, and you'll be sorry.
despite her outer personality, it's not always rainbows and unicorns with twitchtail. sometimes, she finds it impossible to ward off evil thoughts, or pull herself out of the puddle on a bad day. she can fake it, though, and sometimes, it's what she does best. she never likes to show off her bad side, even to her closest friends. she often tries to keep it locked away in something peculiarly similar to pandora's box. everyone gets angry, however, and sometimes twitch let's others get the best of her. although she tries to play it off by being friendly with it and perhaps shoving a smile in their face, twitch never admits that she loves a good banter every once in a while. in all honesty, one should never underestimate her power to go from innocent sweetheart to sarcastic in 0.2 seconds flat. she doesn't often experience these mood swings, however, sometimes they are inevitable. when she gets into one of these moods, she's rather like a raging hurricane, and nearly impossible to stop. her banter often includes sharp, witty, and sarcastic comebacks, rather than brute name calling, and when she can, she would prefer to keep her claws shed. she doesn't want her clanmates to know about her rather dark side, and thus, often prefers to deal with quarrels and squalor's in private. it's understandable, though, right?
HISTORY!
--- born of calico descent, twitchtail was born when her mother, a fearless, wild she-cat, fell in love with her father, a cautious, quiet tom. to everyone else in the clan, it seemed like perfect love at first sight- they had been friends in the nursery, training buddies as apprentices, and eventual mates as warriors. however, the real truth was something that twitchtail's mother preferred to keep behind closed den doors. although she did genuinely love her mate, twitchtail's mother often found herself fawning in private over another, younger, more handsome male in the clan. already pregnant, the she-cat decided it would be wise to keep away from the tom, who had been beginning to catch on, and was responding in quite the positive manner. as moons went on however, her mother kitted, and the other tom began to doubt himself about his thoughts of her feelings for him. just a moon and a half after twitchtail, then twitchkit, was born, her father was on a patrol, and was killed by a falling tree while stalking a mouse. the other tom realized his opportunity, and swooped in to save poor, distressed twitchtail's mother, who was hopeless lost in grief for her dead mate.the rest of the clan simply thought it was just genuine compassion, and didn't think twice of it, as twitchtail's mother was once again, publicly swept off her feet. two moons after her father was declared deceased, twitchtail's mother took on the other tom as official mate, and became pregnant once more, just two moons down the road.
during those several moons of long learning before and after her apprenticeship, twitchtail fell in love. although she was only an apprentice, she genuinely believed she knew what true love was, and believed she felt it toward her life-long companion thus far, a tom by the name of harepaw. he was compassionate, strong, and a protector to twitchtail. he was her beacon in the storm, and she hoped that some day, they would have a life together, just like her mother and her real father had. she kept hoping this, until after their warrior ceremony, two days after their vigil to be exact- when she finally had the courage to announce her feelings to hareclaw- fully grown by then. that night, she nudged him, sleepy and quite grumpy, out of the warrior den, and up the moor slopes, to a place they always went as apprentices. under the moonlight, she found the courage to say what she felt needed to be said. unfortunately, his reply was not everything had had hoped for and more- it was the opposite. he admitted to being in love with her sister, as sickly as she was. twitchtail, sad and lonely on the inside, accepted this fact, and told him to tell her. she even admitted that she was sure her sister liked him, too, no matter how much it hurt her.
only three moons later, did they become mates- twitchtail's sister and hareclaw. five moons after that, an unfortunate accident was in the cards, and was trumped on the night of the last gathering of new-leaf. poor hareclaw slipped on the ravine, and tumbled down toward the stream that banked windclan territory- clashing with a rock, and ultimately drowning. although no one was around to witness the tragedy, however, and for a long while, speculations circulated, that perhaps he had been murdered. (much like ashfur had in the original series.) her sister was still sickly, and grief stricken. after the news was delivered, twitchtail spent the next two moons with her sister periodically in the medicine cats den, trying desperately to lift her spirits. there was something her sister wasn't telling her however, and during these moons, her sister was revealed to be pregnant. this was not good; she was sickly and barely able to withstand walking to clan meetings, let alone surviving full on kitting. still, her sister was a fighter, and with twitchtail by her side, she delivered two healthy toms, but not before passing away shortly after the kitting.
devastated by two major losses in her life, twitchtail was nearly dragged under by grief and depression. she had promised her sister, however, that she would look after the two toms; harekit and longkit, respectively. having been promised, twitchtail kept to her word. although she herself could not nurse them, she found a willing queen, and did as best as she could to be a foster mother to her two nephews. although still upset with losses and devastation of other things in clan life, twitchtail kept happy and hopeful through the two bundles of joy. in a way, they saved her, and she let them know this on the eve of their apprentice ceremony. unfortunately, longpaw did not make it past much of his new apprenticeship- disappearing one day without warning. twitchtail continued to look after harepaw, however, loving him as much as she had loved her sister and long-lost companion combined. to this day, she still finds him the best cat in her life.
RP EXAMPLE!
[this is a post of my other character, dovepaw, taken from a similar rp site by the name of anarchy felines. the clans are slightly altered, so forgive that, however, it is more or less the same idea]
Dovepaw was just making her way up the slope to VertigoClan's land. The day had been a rough one, especially since it hadn't been long ago that Havocstar had led them all toward the haven they called VertigoClan territory. The forest had flooded, and every cat had been trapped. Some nearly drowned; others did. Many lives had been lost, and although Dovepaw felt remorse for those who had passed on, she had not known many. The pit of her stomach lie full of solid, mouse-like guilt. With every bite of prey she took, she could feel the life of a forest cat slithering away, into her stomach. It was not her fault; she could not have saved anyone, that was StarClan's job. Regardless, she felt sorrow and pity.
Paws slipping on the last leg of the slope, she came to a stand still at the top, and fought the overwhelming urge to flop down in the mud right there. Her legs were screaming with exhaustion, and her mind was whirling from frantically thinking of survival tactics. Her eyes hurt from constantly squinting to see through the shrouds of rain pouring from the sky. Always on a constant lookout for her mentor throughout the hunting trek, the she-cat was purely exhausted. Still, she knew that outside was no safe place to lie. Especially not with the rain coming down in drops the side of kit paws. Ducking her head to see through the slowly gathering mist, Dovepaw made her way across the clearing, toward the apprentices den.
Nearly treading on a TempestClan elders' tail, she veered sharply to right, attempting to get in to dry, warm shelter the back way. Squishing into the opening through a sea of pelts, she poked her head in sharply. A drop from above dripping onto her head, she flicked her ears and looked around quietly. Every space was filled- some even with two cats. Sighing to herself, she stepped back, running into a VertigoClan tom on her way out. "Sorry." She muttered, not really caring anymore. Her body was growing increasingly tired with every paw step. Now that shelter and rest was in sight, her body wanted nothing but. Musing the thought of squishing into the warriors den, she made her way across the clearing to it slowly, careful not to tread on any paws or kits.
Entrance looking clear, she stepped inside meekly. The dirt underpaw already slightly drier, she looked around, hoping to find an empty nest. Her gaze was met with stares full of disapproval and accusations. It seemed as though every clan was inside, except her own. Her stomach heavy, the thought of
sleeping under a solid tree crossed her mind. It would not keep her substantially dry for long, but it would do. Others might bother her, but at this point, all she would do was tell them to bug off. Nearly asleep on her paws, she scanned the den one last, quick time to make sure she hadn't missed anybody. A familiar scent crossed her nose, and she was instantly an inch more awake.
Runningfox! She thought, relief flooding through her. Stepping into the den completely, she ignored the sharp stares and low, grumbling comments, as she searched for her clanmate. She spotted him resting in a nest amongst two strange cats she did not know. Boldly, she made her way through the field of felines, and into the soft, warm embrace of the toms company. His look was sad and lonely; slightly distant. Hesitating as she came to a halt in front of him, she decided a quiet tom was what she really wanted. Although she herself was loud and annoying, she felt no need to gossip or talk at the moment. She would give the tom a chance with small talk, but he looked as tired as she did.
"Would you mind if I lay down here?" She asked quietly, careful to keep her voice low amongst the strange presence of other clanners. Flicking her tail as another she-cat nearly stomped it off, the silver tabby let her blue eyes wash over the tom. She hadn't known him well, but he was a quite respectable cat, from what she knew. He didn't have many friends, or so she had imagined, but she presumed he was nice. Or at least, tolerable. It was not as if it mattered, however. She would settle for just about anyone at the moment. Even her prickly denmate, Smudgepaw.
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