Post by Winterstar on Dec 28, 2011 12:12:34 GMT -5
...GENERAL...
Name: Wintersong
Name Explanation: Winter--as in the season of winter, technically called snowfall. She received this part of her name based partially on her coat coloration, but she also gained it because this was the season that she was born in. Song--a hobby of hers is to sing, but her voice is very beautiful in general, sounding something like the smooth ring of a bell.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons
Clan: Pending
Rank: Pending
...APPEARANCE...
Fur and markings: Her entire pelt is a snowy white, though seems to darken to a light shade of gray around her chest and belly. There is a single black patch near her left eye, stretching across her cheek into an awkward star shaped form.
Eyes: Her left eye is a beautiful green, the shade of grass on a summer's day. Her right eye is a very pretty blue, taking the shade of water reflecting on ice, like an iceberg. (one blue eye and one green eye are a common trait among Turkish Angora cats)
Description: She is slender and lithe. Her legs are long, leaving her to be a rather tall female. Her muscles are well trained, making her a decent fighter in general. Her stance is tall and proud, showing others that she will not submit or be belittled. Her gaze is generally blank, showing nothing that will reveal her emotions to others. She does not like to show these things to others, for she believes it is a weakness. Her paws are a decent size compared to her body, unlike her massively long tail, and they are compact. It gives her good footing. Her claws are long and curved, nearly constantly sharp. Her ears are rather large, with tufts of white poking out from them, and the skin is a very pretty shade of pink.
Her fur is long and wispy at the ends. On her forehead, the tufts in her ears add to the length that sticks out. From her chin, chest, and belly, the fur droops as though it has been flattened down by rain. When her tail is down, it looks as though it has been flattened by rain as well, but when it is held high, it looks like a massive white feather with little definition. There are tufts sticking out between the parts of her pads, leaving the pink color nearly invisible. Her nose is a soft shade of pink as well, and it is surrounded by many long whiskers. Her whiskers are several inches long, another Turkish Angora trait, and seem white in color.
...PERSONALITY...
Personality Traits:
- Sly ;; she can generally easily lie her way out of any situation, but sometimes it may not always work.
- Hearing ;; she learns plenty of things this way. She loves to listen to things, even those that she is not meant to hear.
- Cold ;; this makes her a fierce person, a good leader, but it also makes her lonely.
- Awkward ;; she is no good when it comes to talking to someone on a regular basis. Trying to relate to others is a horrid weakness of hers.
Fears:
- Being alone ;; despite her distance from others, she does not wish to lose them nor be on her own. Detachment is something she fears.
- Falling ;; in other words, she does not like being up high, for she fears she will fall over the edge of whatever it is and be lost forever.
- Water ;; she has a massive, severe dislike of water. Rain does not bother her, but puddles and rivers and such irritate her to no end. Drowning is something she fears out of this.
Quirks: Her whiskers twitch whenever she tries to talk normally to someone, and her tail always curls over her back when she tries.
Ideals:
- Beauty ;; not only of herself, but of the things around her. In a certain aspect, she sees something as well-working as beautiful. When it comes to herself, of course, she likes to be beautiful all the time.
- Preservation ;; when it comes to tradition and pack ways, she likes to keep everything the same. Change is unwelcome to her, and she will fight it to the very end.
- Fate ;; she is a firm believer in accepting it, and it is not something that she will fight. If she believes her fate has come to take her, then she will accept it completely.
- Sound ;; this mostly pertains to music and singing, but she appreciates sound no matter what it is, even if it hurts her ears.
Personality: Poised and strong, she does not like to reveal her emotions to others. She hides most of what she feels and puts on a facade to fool everyone. She is a sly female who can get whatever she wants, though is at a loss should anyone break through those barriers. On the inside, she is a hurt little kitten who only wants the love of someone that will truly care for her. Her ideals are strange, but she knows that they are something only she will appreciate. She does not believe anyone will ever come to love her, especially considering the things she has gone through, and she has detached herself from bonding with anyone. She does care about those around her, but she would never say it nor show it out right. She would do those things indirectly, then take no credit for them.
...HISTORY...
Family and friends: Snowclaw is her mother and is an elder in DuskClan. Copperblaze is her father and is an elder in DuskClan. Ripplepool is her older sister and is a Warrior in DuskClan.
History: When snowfall came, her mother was near the end of her pregnancy. Her belly was large and swollen, literally ready to pop at any moment. When the birthing began, it was bitterly cold outside and the snow threatened to penetrate the Nursery walls. The birthing process itself did not take long, but it seemed like many moons to Snowclaw before it was long over. With the birth she was gifted two beautiful females. One of them had pure, snow white fur, which she named Winterkit. The second one was brownish-gray like her father, but she passed away before she could reach the nipples to suckle for milk.
Despite being an apprentice, Ripplepaw (now Ripplepool) did as much as she could to tend to her mother's needs. She hunted for her, fetched the Medicine Cat when she needed him, and even changed her bedding. All the while, she watched her younger sister grow and watched her inside get shredded. Ripplepool became a Warrior when Winterkit became Winterpaw, and was assigned to a very mean, very well-trained Warrior as a mentor. His name was Hawktalon, and he was nearing the end of his fighting days. Winterpaw would be his last apprentice and he knew it, though he was not willing to accept it.
Not only did Hawktalon push Winterpaw so hard to become better than every other apprentice she was with, her father was not kind about it either. Her mother was caring for her when she needed it, but even Winterpaw grew tired of the constantly changing attitudes that were shown towards her. She hated that no one except her sister seemed to truly care about her well being. She knew her mother did too, but she was biased just as her father was. She spent more time alone, training and hunting, becoming better to exceed everyone's expectations. Ripplepool was certainly impressed, but she was also worried. At least the little white female sang whenever she was alone.
Winterpaw grew well along with the other apprentices, and she became a very beautiful female. When they all reached the correct age and had proved themselves worthy, the apprentices of her age were promoted to Warriors. This was one of the few things in her life that made her happy, for it meant that she would not be hounded by anyone anymore to try harder. At least, that's what she believed. The first thing her father did was tell her that she should have done better, should have tried harder. This angered her and she shut herself off from him completely. She grew to rarely speak to her mother, though Snowclaw was grateful whenever she did. Ripplepool is the only one she exchanges words with on a daily basis.
One day, she was out hunting when her old mentor found her and forced her back to camp with her kill. In front of everyone, he attempted to force her into submission and come upon her in an unruly way. Ripplepool snarled at him and he shouted profanities at her, continuing with his work. Enraged, Wintersong attacked him without warning. Her fur stuck out in every direction and she battered him until she was forcefully pulled away from him and pinned down by her own sister. Hawktalon was taken to rest in the Medicine Cat's den. She visited later that night and spoke with the healer, asking him to end the old man's life. He agreed, and slipped the male some deathberries. No one would know but them.
...RP EXAMPLE...
This is from WonderWhy and my character Moonrose.
The only sound that she managed to pick up in her own massive ears were the sound of her own white feet crunching down the snow as she padded through it, remaining left of the border as she had been for the last hour or so. Though her crimson pelt was not helping her with any sort of camouflage or even much warmth for that matter, she was still up for patrolling all day. Activity in this sort of weather was important, lest someone waste away by sitting in their den all day long all winter. Hunting for yourself and training and patrolling would be especially important this season, for winter left packs vulnerable. With little food to feed the pack, strength would dwindle. Keeping the heart of the pack strong was more important to her than to keep herself fed. Granted, that was an important thing as well, but she needed to be sure that everyone else was safe and well-fed, even with low supplies.
Moonrose had eaten when she had awoken from her nightmares once more. Yet again, they had not ceased to exist within her mind. For some reason, no matter the amount of meditating she did, the nightmares would not leave her be. At least, for now, she did not kick and scream in the middle of her den, waking up every living creature withing a ten mile radius of her. She suffered silently in her own bed of moss and down feathers, alone. Well, she was warm when she slept, providing some comfort. Her bed was made of dry moss, many down feathers that she had collected over a period of time, grasses, leaves, and even a few pelts of some animals that she had caught. Her bed was well made, and it kept her from freezing at night when she slept alone in her den. There was no one else in there to share it with, allowing her plenty of space, but it certainly was lonely.
The Lyxxus sighed, becoming bored with her patrol for the day. Granted, it was only near noon and she hadn't even traveled across half the territory yet, but there was really not that much to look at. Nothing except the numerous plants that would be hibernating until spring, the bushy pine trees and underbrush, and the snow that draped its chilling blanket across the lands. As pretty as it was when the sun hit it just right, causing it to glitter like precious stones, there was nothing happening. It was simply a still picture for her to look at, for she knew that not many animals (especially certain pack members) would not be rousing from their beds anytime soon to come and gaze upon the scenery. It was cold, there was little food for any animal, and most were miserable. That much she understood.
"I'm not going to be seeing much action today... I suppose a walk will do." She spoke to herself, turning away from the border and padding onwards towards the Slipping Meadow. If there was a view to see from any other place that was more beautiful, she did not care to know about it. She loved gazing upon the Valley from the Meadow, because it captured a perfect picture, if anything. However, the Meadow held many dear memories to the heavily scarred Lyxxus. It was where she had returned from the Mafia lands with Brightness with the injuries that she had obtained from Ebony, the Yagi-Myou Hybrid loner. It was beneath one of the trees that Satinka had laid her down, worked on her injuries the best she could before she went to find Reynard. It was also where Satinka and Nocht seemed to be ready to rip one another apart of either of them neared her.
The thought made her laugh. She was under the influence of many things that day, all sorts of herbs and chemicals rushing through her brain to keep herself from hurting. The pain, though, had to be one of the only things she remembered so clearly. Her multiple cracked ribs, the fur torn off her face, her eye swollen shut. Since that day of being found by Satinka, and healed by her and Aurora, she had not spoken of it at all. She wished she could somehow tell a story of it to someone, like pups. Maybe one day she would be able to tell the story of how she got her scars to some pups who needed scaring, so they would not wander from their dens at night. She would not tell such things to Satinka's or Aurora's pups just yet. They were too young and she probably would not mention it until they asked.
As Moonrose entered the Slipping Meadow, she spotted a figure kicking angrily at an innocent pile of snow. She recognized the wolf as Kalylia, the fiery little female who had made all the wrong assumptions and accusations about her and Nocht that day in the cave. As it stood now, the Guardian could no longer deny her feelings for the male. She had come to accept that there was a great chance she loved him deeply, and it was Kalylia who had made her think about it. Thinking about it made her take it to Satinka, which led to Satinka changing the way she thought of herself. It wasn't appearance that made someone beautiful. However, as she watched the small female, she couldn't help but feel a slight pang of envy. Even though she took pride in her scars, sometimes she wished she did not have them, but they proved to her opponents that she was a worthy fighter and could hold her own.
There was something else she noticed about the female in front of her. An extra tail. She knew Kalylia had been close to her second birthday because of her size, but she hadn't been aware she was that close nor had she known that she had become two years of age. Silently, Moonrose padded through the snow a ways until she was a few feet behind her. Using her Telekinesis, she lifted the snow from around her and held it above her packmate. Shaking it slightly, she allowed fresh snowflakes to fall from her pile around Kalylia, making it seem as though it was snowing. The sun was high in the air, though, with few clouds scattered about the sky. "The second tail marks something special." She said, blinking her sapphire eyes once. "How have you been, Kalylia?"
