Post by .::Rosebracken::Augustdream::. on Oct 15, 2006 15:50:22 GMT -5
Name: Rosebracken
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Iceclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Black Silver Abyssinian, with short, ticked fur. She has deep, ivory-olive green eyes and a faded pink nose. Ears are large and pointed, with a silver sheen to them. Her paws are small and rounded, with black pads. There is a bit of a sharp peak at the top end of her paws, which makes her claws easier to sheah and unsheath. Her head is a intermediate shape, not a wedge, or a circle, but in between. Her features are smooth, covered with silky fur that flow over them. Her eyes are kind, but they have a worn look as if she has a rugged past. She is quite lean, and at a medium height. She has a scar that runs over one back paw. The scar has been there since kit hood. Her tail is long and thin, with a beautiful black stripe down the middle. The tip is also black.
History: Rosebracken was born a rouge, and lost. She was fund by a Iceclan patrol, snuggled in a crib of bracken, and with a rose tucked between her paws. A she-cat named Tawnyhawk took pity on her and walked up to bring her to camp. But a fox leaped out and went after the kit. Rosebracken, a tiny kit leapt at the fox and landed on it's muzzle. She held on with her tiny claws. Finally though, she was thrown off and landed at Tawnyhawk's feet. The cat picked her up and ran back to camp as the rest of the patrol finished off the fox. Tawnyhawk kept the kit as her own, and cared for it greatly. Rosebracken wad always left out of other kit games, and was shunned by most of the clan for her mysterious past. She grew up with only one friend, Sootfeathers, who was a lazy young cat, and didn't care about pasts. Rosebracken trained hard as an apprentice, and became a warrior at a young age. She inherited some great ambitions from her rouge family, and was always keen and sharp in battle. All cats are wary of her, especially when she lets out her eerie rouge battle cry. She has always worked harder than any other cat to show that she is loyal. Only recently before becoming a deputy find out that she was a rouge. Her mother died telling her the truth on one foggy day. Rosebracken likes to go out and stare at the river, at night. She recently befriended a fox named Nettle after Sootfeathers death. She sneaks out when ever she can to see him, and she fights by his side in battle. After knowing a bit of her past, Rosebracken set off to find her family, and learn who she really is. She finds the rouge camp, and meets her family. They prompt her to stay, but Rosebracken says she must go back to the clans. Her visit is short, and she leaves to return to her clan. On returning, her true love, Comettail, has fallen in love with another cat and is about to become a father. He is quite proud, but, upon the birth, his mate, Cresenttail, dies and so do the kits. He goes into shock and trauma, and becomes a shell of his former self. Also , while she was gone, her former apprentice, Blurrfoot, has left to lead the loner life with a love of his own, Lavenderfur. Now Rosebracken has moved on and is concentrating hard as ever to win trust from her clan mates. She finally does and becomes deputy when Oakstar became Leader. Oakstar always seemed to trust Rosebracken, and because she was a hard working cat, she would make an excellent deputy. Rosebracken has now been deputy for a third of a moon.
Roleplay Sample: Rosebracken padded up to the clearing and sat, waiting for Nettle. The moonlight streamed through the trees, casting an errie mosaic on the ground. She paused, the gurgling of the brook was not far off. She flicked her ear, how long had she been waiting? Then the bushes rustled and out stepped Nettle, he was carrying two rabbits, swinging them by their legs. He set one down in front of Rosebracken, and as soon as his mouth was free to anwser, Rosebracken exploded. "Where have you been, I've been waiting forever?" Nettle diped his small silver gray head to the rabbits. "Hunting, can't you tell?" he anwsered calmly. Rosebracken steemed for a moment then went on. "Yes." she said eventually. "It's just, I have some important news." "What?" asked Nettle, choping on his rabbit. "Well, Iceclan's preparing to attack Marshclan." Rosebracken would usally keep information like this secret, but she knew she could trust Nettle. "And?" asked Nettle, wondering the point."Well, I need some new moves, and tonight's such a good night, I though..." Nettle smiled, he knew what she wanted out of him. He neatly finished her sentence. "We could tussle. Sure, I'm up to a good fight." Rosebracken was happy to hear, she couldn't wait to get going. She waited for Nettle to finish eating, then they went and got a refreshing drink from the brook. Then, they fought.
In a small clearing, there was a one on one battle. Each animal was fighting hard, and they moved with such grace, that you would think the had rehersed. Finally the cat pinned the fox down with a tricky move, and looked as if she was about to finish him off. They bolth paused for a moment, breathing hard, and then stared to laugh. The cat got off the fox and they bolth padded off, as good as friends. The clearing lay empty, ferns swaying in the night breeze.
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Iceclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Black Silver Abyssinian, with short, ticked fur. She has deep, ivory-olive green eyes and a faded pink nose. Ears are large and pointed, with a silver sheen to them. Her paws are small and rounded, with black pads. There is a bit of a sharp peak at the top end of her paws, which makes her claws easier to sheah and unsheath. Her head is a intermediate shape, not a wedge, or a circle, but in between. Her features are smooth, covered with silky fur that flow over them. Her eyes are kind, but they have a worn look as if she has a rugged past. She is quite lean, and at a medium height. She has a scar that runs over one back paw. The scar has been there since kit hood. Her tail is long and thin, with a beautiful black stripe down the middle. The tip is also black.
History: Rosebracken was born a rouge, and lost. She was fund by a Iceclan patrol, snuggled in a crib of bracken, and with a rose tucked between her paws. A she-cat named Tawnyhawk took pity on her and walked up to bring her to camp. But a fox leaped out and went after the kit. Rosebracken, a tiny kit leapt at the fox and landed on it's muzzle. She held on with her tiny claws. Finally though, she was thrown off and landed at Tawnyhawk's feet. The cat picked her up and ran back to camp as the rest of the patrol finished off the fox. Tawnyhawk kept the kit as her own, and cared for it greatly. Rosebracken wad always left out of other kit games, and was shunned by most of the clan for her mysterious past. She grew up with only one friend, Sootfeathers, who was a lazy young cat, and didn't care about pasts. Rosebracken trained hard as an apprentice, and became a warrior at a young age. She inherited some great ambitions from her rouge family, and was always keen and sharp in battle. All cats are wary of her, especially when she lets out her eerie rouge battle cry. She has always worked harder than any other cat to show that she is loyal. Only recently before becoming a deputy find out that she was a rouge. Her mother died telling her the truth on one foggy day. Rosebracken likes to go out and stare at the river, at night. She recently befriended a fox named Nettle after Sootfeathers death. She sneaks out when ever she can to see him, and she fights by his side in battle. After knowing a bit of her past, Rosebracken set off to find her family, and learn who she really is. She finds the rouge camp, and meets her family. They prompt her to stay, but Rosebracken says she must go back to the clans. Her visit is short, and she leaves to return to her clan. On returning, her true love, Comettail, has fallen in love with another cat and is about to become a father. He is quite proud, but, upon the birth, his mate, Cresenttail, dies and so do the kits. He goes into shock and trauma, and becomes a shell of his former self. Also , while she was gone, her former apprentice, Blurrfoot, has left to lead the loner life with a love of his own, Lavenderfur. Now Rosebracken has moved on and is concentrating hard as ever to win trust from her clan mates. She finally does and becomes deputy when Oakstar became Leader. Oakstar always seemed to trust Rosebracken, and because she was a hard working cat, she would make an excellent deputy. Rosebracken has now been deputy for a third of a moon.
Roleplay Sample: Rosebracken padded up to the clearing and sat, waiting for Nettle. The moonlight streamed through the trees, casting an errie mosaic on the ground. She paused, the gurgling of the brook was not far off. She flicked her ear, how long had she been waiting? Then the bushes rustled and out stepped Nettle, he was carrying two rabbits, swinging them by their legs. He set one down in front of Rosebracken, and as soon as his mouth was free to anwser, Rosebracken exploded. "Where have you been, I've been waiting forever?" Nettle diped his small silver gray head to the rabbits. "Hunting, can't you tell?" he anwsered calmly. Rosebracken steemed for a moment then went on. "Yes." she said eventually. "It's just, I have some important news." "What?" asked Nettle, choping on his rabbit. "Well, Iceclan's preparing to attack Marshclan." Rosebracken would usally keep information like this secret, but she knew she could trust Nettle. "And?" asked Nettle, wondering the point."Well, I need some new moves, and tonight's such a good night, I though..." Nettle smiled, he knew what she wanted out of him. He neatly finished her sentence. "We could tussle. Sure, I'm up to a good fight." Rosebracken was happy to hear, she couldn't wait to get going. She waited for Nettle to finish eating, then they went and got a refreshing drink from the brook. Then, they fought.
In a small clearing, there was a one on one battle. Each animal was fighting hard, and they moved with such grace, that you would think the had rehersed. Finally the cat pinned the fox down with a tricky move, and looked as if she was about to finish him off. They bolth paused for a moment, breathing hard, and then stared to laugh. The cat got off the fox and they bolth padded off, as good as friends. The clearing lay empty, ferns swaying in the night breeze.