Post by rose on May 24, 2008 18:44:02 GMT -5
Name -- Tigerheart
Age -- 34 moons
Gender -- Female
Alignment -- Good
Clan -- StreamClan
Rank -- Warrior(Adult)
Picture -- www.lasthope.ie/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/22mar_arthur_cat.jpg
Appearance -- Tigerheart is a thin-looking yet strong feline. Her figure seems graceful to others, and generally long.(I'll explain in a moment.) Her pelt color is rather plain-A mix of both black and white. The black part of her coat extends over her entire tail, most of her head and back, most of her flanks, and a few rather small spots on her legs. White is the dominant color on her pelt, covering her belly, most of her legs, the bottom half of her face, her chest, and a small amount on her flanks. The black on her face extends about halfway down, where white takes over. The white also cuts a 'V' shape into the black with the point around the center of her forehead. The edges of the colors on her flanks are rather jagged and hard to see at times, though black is easily the dominant hue here. Her face shape is mostly narrow, with a short muzzle that rounds off at the end. Tigerheart's legs are thin and narrow, looking as if they can not support her weight. Her back legs are just a tad longer than her front, making her head appear a little bit lower than her rump at times. The tail of this creature matches the rest of her, long and whip-like. The tail itself is mainly black, with only a few white hairs toward it's base. Tigerheart is also slightly taller than your average female, making her appear larger to several cats. Her eyes are a dull yellow that seem to sparkle with a demanding nature at all times.
Short Description -- Black and white she-cat with yellow eyes and a fierce attitude.
Personality -- Tigerheart's personality seems to match her name perfectly. She is by no means the kind and caring she-cat that some once believed her to be. This she-cat has a clever attitude that makes her somewhat....tricky to deal with. Her attitude it something to fear, seeing as it can make her extremely fierce. An arguement is something she enjoys immensly, to the dislike of the other cat. She acts like she fears nothing and no one while bottling up her fear inside. Being of a demanding nature, she is a hard working warrior that takes insults from no one. She likes to challenge herself and becomes quite upset if she fails. Tigerheart is an independed feline, prefering to 'work and be alone' most of the time. Her discomfort even extends into the warrior's den and she often sneaks out of the den to sleep beneath the stars. Through it all, Tigerheart is brave, demanding, and fierce-just as her namesake would suggest. Though she can be prickly and gruff, her heart has softened in recent moons.
History -- This she-cat was born on a moonless night to a young queen by the name of Moonheart. At first she had no name, for nothing seemed right for the small kit. For a few days, the kit went nameless. It was not until about two weeks after birth that the name she was destined to have revealed itself. The young she-cat was quite fierce even from birth, and that fact made itself known. She allowed no one to boss her around, and was always ready for a playfight. It was then that she was given the name Tigerkit. Nothing much happened to Tigerkit until she was about five moons old. Only a moon before she was apprenticed, her father, Rippedpelt, was killed in a battle. Her mother was different after that, quieter and more distracted than ever.
Tigerkit soon became Tigerpaw, reaching the next stage in her life. She was apprenticed to a tough, senior warrior by the name of Hawkfeather. This tom loved pushing his apprentices to their limits, and Tigerpaw was often exausted after each training. The training sessions being from dawn to dusk, she had hardly any time to just get to know the other apprentices. Tigerpaw saw each threat as a chance to fight, every hunting session a challenge. The she-cat relished in it, exceeding even her mentor's expectations who thought she was a mere, weak kit. Tigerpaw was soon made a warrior at about 18 moons.
When Tigerheart's mentor died, the hit was harder than she expected. He had become her friend, the one she trusted most. The blow was worsened when her mother died not even a moon later from greencough. Since then, Tigerheart has yet to come close to one as she did those two cats.
Lineage --
Sire-Rippedpelt-Deceased
Dam-Moonheart-Deceased
She has no sibilings, for she was born in a litter that contained only her.
RP Sample -- The moonlight shone down through the dark night, shining down on the camp that had been there for too many moons to count. Several leaves blocked some of the mystical light, giving the clearing a secretive and dappled look. A light wind blew, rattling the leaves of the towering trees together. The only sounds heard were the wind and this dry rattling from the moon-kissed leaves. It was during these dark hours when time and the star-covered night seemed endless. Or so thought one she-cat.
A lone cat sat in the middle of the camp clearing, her head tilted toward the moon. She was silent and calm as the cats of StreamClan slept soundly around her. She could hear quiet breathing and the occasional slurred murmur easily, as if they were the only things that existed in the despairing world. She was relaxed; something rare for Tigerheart. Usually she was demanding and loud, but not now. Not at night. It was like her personality slipped away with the setting sun, and returned each morning in it's furious and shining glory.
The young she-cat twitched her long, white whiskers as a few wisps of clouds curled around the moon, making it seemed frayed. On this night, the stars seemed brighter on their ebony-colored background than usual. Suddenly she felt a longing begin deep in her heart. It was longing, longing for her family. It was strange; she had never felt this way.
"Are you up there Moonheart?" she whispered, not expecting an answer. Hearing only the wind, the warrior sighed as the light of the dawn soon began to come to the earth. Though Tigerheart had not slept much, she knew she would remain where she was, enjoying the last few minutes of the night that held so much magic and mystery for her.
Age -- 34 moons
Gender -- Female
Alignment -- Good
Clan -- StreamClan
Rank -- Warrior(Adult)
Picture -- www.lasthope.ie/wp-content/uploads/2008/03/22mar_arthur_cat.jpg
Appearance -- Tigerheart is a thin-looking yet strong feline. Her figure seems graceful to others, and generally long.(I'll explain in a moment.) Her pelt color is rather plain-A mix of both black and white. The black part of her coat extends over her entire tail, most of her head and back, most of her flanks, and a few rather small spots on her legs. White is the dominant color on her pelt, covering her belly, most of her legs, the bottom half of her face, her chest, and a small amount on her flanks. The black on her face extends about halfway down, where white takes over. The white also cuts a 'V' shape into the black with the point around the center of her forehead. The edges of the colors on her flanks are rather jagged and hard to see at times, though black is easily the dominant hue here. Her face shape is mostly narrow, with a short muzzle that rounds off at the end. Tigerheart's legs are thin and narrow, looking as if they can not support her weight. Her back legs are just a tad longer than her front, making her head appear a little bit lower than her rump at times. The tail of this creature matches the rest of her, long and whip-like. The tail itself is mainly black, with only a few white hairs toward it's base. Tigerheart is also slightly taller than your average female, making her appear larger to several cats. Her eyes are a dull yellow that seem to sparkle with a demanding nature at all times.
Short Description -- Black and white she-cat with yellow eyes and a fierce attitude.
Personality -- Tigerheart's personality seems to match her name perfectly. She is by no means the kind and caring she-cat that some once believed her to be. This she-cat has a clever attitude that makes her somewhat....tricky to deal with. Her attitude it something to fear, seeing as it can make her extremely fierce. An arguement is something she enjoys immensly, to the dislike of the other cat. She acts like she fears nothing and no one while bottling up her fear inside. Being of a demanding nature, she is a hard working warrior that takes insults from no one. She likes to challenge herself and becomes quite upset if she fails. Tigerheart is an independed feline, prefering to 'work and be alone' most of the time. Her discomfort even extends into the warrior's den and she often sneaks out of the den to sleep beneath the stars. Through it all, Tigerheart is brave, demanding, and fierce-just as her namesake would suggest. Though she can be prickly and gruff, her heart has softened in recent moons.
History -- This she-cat was born on a moonless night to a young queen by the name of Moonheart. At first she had no name, for nothing seemed right for the small kit. For a few days, the kit went nameless. It was not until about two weeks after birth that the name she was destined to have revealed itself. The young she-cat was quite fierce even from birth, and that fact made itself known. She allowed no one to boss her around, and was always ready for a playfight. It was then that she was given the name Tigerkit. Nothing much happened to Tigerkit until she was about five moons old. Only a moon before she was apprenticed, her father, Rippedpelt, was killed in a battle. Her mother was different after that, quieter and more distracted than ever.
Tigerkit soon became Tigerpaw, reaching the next stage in her life. She was apprenticed to a tough, senior warrior by the name of Hawkfeather. This tom loved pushing his apprentices to their limits, and Tigerpaw was often exausted after each training. The training sessions being from dawn to dusk, she had hardly any time to just get to know the other apprentices. Tigerpaw saw each threat as a chance to fight, every hunting session a challenge. The she-cat relished in it, exceeding even her mentor's expectations who thought she was a mere, weak kit. Tigerpaw was soon made a warrior at about 18 moons.
When Tigerheart's mentor died, the hit was harder than she expected. He had become her friend, the one she trusted most. The blow was worsened when her mother died not even a moon later from greencough. Since then, Tigerheart has yet to come close to one as she did those two cats.
Lineage --
Sire-Rippedpelt-Deceased
Dam-Moonheart-Deceased
She has no sibilings, for she was born in a litter that contained only her.
RP Sample -- The moonlight shone down through the dark night, shining down on the camp that had been there for too many moons to count. Several leaves blocked some of the mystical light, giving the clearing a secretive and dappled look. A light wind blew, rattling the leaves of the towering trees together. The only sounds heard were the wind and this dry rattling from the moon-kissed leaves. It was during these dark hours when time and the star-covered night seemed endless. Or so thought one she-cat.
A lone cat sat in the middle of the camp clearing, her head tilted toward the moon. She was silent and calm as the cats of StreamClan slept soundly around her. She could hear quiet breathing and the occasional slurred murmur easily, as if they were the only things that existed in the despairing world. She was relaxed; something rare for Tigerheart. Usually she was demanding and loud, but not now. Not at night. It was like her personality slipped away with the setting sun, and returned each morning in it's furious and shining glory.
The young she-cat twitched her long, white whiskers as a few wisps of clouds curled around the moon, making it seemed frayed. On this night, the stars seemed brighter on their ebony-colored background than usual. Suddenly she felt a longing begin deep in her heart. It was longing, longing for her family. It was strange; she had never felt this way.
"Are you up there Moonheart?" she whispered, not expecting an answer. Hearing only the wind, the warrior sighed as the light of the dawn soon began to come to the earth. Though Tigerheart had not slept much, she knew she would remain where she was, enjoying the last few minutes of the night that held so much magic and mystery for her.