Post by Always Sleepy on May 25, 2011 17:46:22 GMT -6
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-image:url(http://i56.tinypic.com/2v1ndpe.jpg), border: solid #ffffff 5px; width: 200px; height: 500px;] a perfect life in a perfect world, riches and dreams served on platters of silver-stone but don't you just wanna quit this place, this world such a crazy grace - - - - - - - - - - ► LIGHTPAW Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM LIGHTPAW once of the great FrostClan Age 6 Moons Gender She-Cat Rank Apprentice How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BROWN and my eyes are blue Scars Small scar on shoulder Appearance Lightpaw is a small apprentice with long, silky brown fur. Her tail, legs, and face is darkened to almost a black sepia. She has intense-blue eyes, which reflect her FrostClan ancestry, accompanied with long claws and a pelt that is more water-proof and extends down to her claws. Unfortunatly, Lightpaw's pelt is still long, and makes it difficult to trek through forest undergrowth and often catches on bushes and shrubs. Lightpaw is a short, but stocky. She has a frame that lets her avoid being tackled down more easily. Although, the she-cat's build also makes it harder for her to squeeze inside small spaces. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M IMPORTANT AND PERFECT Personality If asked, many cats would say she is dislikable. Some would say that she's a brat, a she-cat that gets what she wants, because it's true. As a kit, Lightpaw also got the best part of the prey when they got to eat it, since her adoring siblings were nice enough to do so. She is the preppy she-cat of the clan, a pretty, flirty, she-cat that can't do any good to anything. She is often seen harassing someone - anyone- just to push their buttons and only does it for the fun of it. The she-cat strives for perfection - in her appearence. Lightpaw is always grooming her coat right before she sleeps and right after she wakes up. In this way, her coat is almost never messy. Her habits are often passed on as neatness and organization. The nest she sleeps in is neat and tidy, with a collection of pretty things shed found on her way by the side of the bed. Preferences Likes: •attention •flirting •kits •harassing others Dislikes: •being messy and unclean - basically anything that makes her look unattractive •she-cats that out-do her •being embarrassed/looked down upon Secret Ambitions To be liked, and have many friends. To have kits Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: •her looks •manipulation skills •speech skills Weakness: •her selfishness •difficulty of getting through small spaces •when someone fights back How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE FROSTFEATHER AND NIGHTPELT Family Mother - Frostfeather Father - Nightpelt Siblings - Blackpaw, Leafpaw, Lionpaw Event that Lead to being a Warrior N/A Cause of Death N/A History [small tidbit part of history is okay? c:] "Betcha you can't walk across this ice." Mudkit said, a sneer on his face. The kit was much bigger and older than she was, with a dark, tabby pelt with even darker stripes. They sat by an expanse of water, frozen enough to be solid, but thin enough to break under the smallest movement. She glanced around, looking around for a potential warrior that might end up catching them. Lightkit looked across the very thin ice with bulging eyes. Why would he have this idea? She frowned. "Well if you're so smart about it, cross it yourself." The she-cat sat down on her haunches, trying to stay still and look scared. Mudkit snorted, "Well fine then, I will." He puffed out his chest, walking across the frozen river confidently. Lightkit stared at him, watching the tom with disbelieving, blue eyes. Although, near the middle of the river, she could hear a nearly inaudible crack from Mudkit's direction. She knew that he heard it too, which meant it was already cracking, with his weight. "There! Now you do it." The kit said, smirking. Lightkit looked across fearfully, her legs feeling like jelly. She gulped, feeling the fear rising up her chest. She smiled nervously, trying not to show any emotions. "F-fine..." She stuttered, her voice drawing out her panic. She took a small step, her paws instantly feeling the cold. The ice slightly creaked under the pressure. She sighed, maybe it wouldn't be so bad. Lightkit closed her eyes, thinking of just the steps. One, two. One, two. The phrase was repeated in her head, thinking of nothing. The bushes behind her rustled. She whipped her head around, only to find a warrior. "Lightkit! Mudkit! What are you doing here?" She said, her voice booming. Her eyes widened at where Lightkit was. The kit turned around, unsheathing her claws to get a better grip on the ice. Then she knew her mistake. Mudkit and the warrior seemed to know it too, because both of their eyes widened. She only managed a small whimper before she fell into the ice, the cold water filling her nose and ears. She closed her eyes, feeling the scratches from the ice. She felt another pain, one that hurt more than anything else on her shoulder, and everything faded to black. _________________ When Lightkit awoke, her whole body ached. It took most of her energy to open her eyes. She lifted her head, but immediately regretted it after words. She dropped her head with a moan, putting it on her paws. The den smelt like herbs, but nobody was there. Just the moon that shone overhead. She blinked up at it, a pain in her chest is what had hurt the most. For the next few moons, Lightkit had been kept at the Medicine Cat Den. Barely anyone came to visit her, not even Mudkit, who was now Mudpaw. She had vowed never to treat anyone as fairly as she did as a kit. Lightkit had never talked to Mudpaw again. Sample RP I hope you're okay if I use a sample from another site. I'm too lazy to type up a post atm... This one's pretty old. I could only find it within my posts >.< Poppytail followed closely behind the Wolfclaw silently. He was nervous, with Fallenstar gone. It was Morningstar's first gathering, and it was growing harder and harder with WindClan, with the war between RiverClan and ShadowClan, the other two clans are bound to be sucked in sometime; it only takes one action to set of the forest. With the tension, Morningstar needed all the support she had. Even from a fox-length away, he could feel her nervousness. Poppytail couldn't come and talk to her though, Wolfclaw seemed to take care of that already. The Medicine Cat thought about what would happen when WindClan did get into the cahoots of the war. Would they ally with RiverClan or ShadowClan? Or would they even have any allies at all? He grimaced, this was going to be a hard leaf-bare. and Poppytail approached the Four Trees with a contented look. He looked around the clearing, finding no one to talk to but a she-cat, staring at something above. He followed her gaze, only to see the leaders on the HighRock. Shrugging, Poppytail approached her with a brisk pace. "Er, hello there." He asked, not knowing if he should interrupt or not. Too late for that now. He thought blankly. Touched by death’s chilly embrace I’ve lost, I’m out of this feline race Pity is all I feel for the living below Just a simple relief is now what I know a life we can only wish |
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