Post by Enigma is a Narcissist on May 11, 2011 19:34:52 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;] but it's like you don't care no more for these moments we shared so true and dear just me and you and the peace of the quiet but now you seem faceless, oh when the lark last sung - - - - - - - - - ► COALDUST Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Coaldust of the great AshClan Age fifteen moons Gender she-cat Rank warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS ash-gray and my eyes are blue-gray Scars A few, but not many. She does, however, have a particularly nasty scar on her shoulder - a reminder of the day her sister died. Appearance True to her name, Coaldust sports a cinder-gray pelt that, when considered, appears to be a swathe of smoke rather than actual fur. It lightens in swirls around her eyes, neck and muzzle, and darkens on her forehead, making it appear as though she had been clumsily marked with ashes at birth; this, however, only adds to the smoky effect, as these different hues take on the appearance of billowing fog, which is both pallid and dusky in different places. The texture of her pelt is rather unique, for although it remains fairly short, it seems to stick up every which way in wispy spikes - again, like smoke, or vapor of some sort. This she-cat’s fur isn’t exactly what you would call ‘wild’, though; it may be slightly unruly at times, but on a good day, it seems to fall into place perfectly. It’s soft to the touch, too, almost like the pelt of a kit, but a bit more velvety. Overall, it’s simply gorgeous. For the most part, this she-cat has a rather slim physique, and because of her tight, yet shaggy fur, this trait is heavily accented. She is compact, though, with short, sturdy legs that guarantee excellent balance, but not exactly grace, in any terrain. Her tail is stunted as well, with wild fur that adds to its bottlebrush appearance. The same goes for her ears, with their rounded tips and fluffy edges, as well as her muzzle, which, though short, is certainly not flat. Her eyes are a stunning blue color - but sometimes look gray, or even green, in different lighting - and, in the ash-gray sea of her pelt, glow like embers. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M determined AND tolerable Personality With a history like Coaldust's, one must be rather determined in order to cope; and determined she is! Once she’s given a task, this she-cat rarely stops until she has finished it; even if StarClan themselves requested that she rest, or even give up completely, Coaldust would pay them no mind. She’s incorruptibly relentless that way and, although it comes in handy, it can be dangerous, too - that’s how she ended up the way she is now, and, truthfully, it’ll be a long time before Coaldust ever forgets it. Perhaps she has learned her lesson long ago; perhaps not. Though she may come off as stubborn some of the time, it’s usually determination that fuels her actions, not pride - though, deep down, she is rather persistent. If she is convinced that a clanmate is wrong, even about an insignificant detail, this she-cat won’t rest until the offender admits it. Or, in most cases, until she stalks away; or if need be, is dragged away. She believes it’s for the good of her clan, so at least she has good intentions, but still - she needs to learn how and when to shut up. Additionally, if she has something to say, she says it, no matter how rude it may be. However, despite her unintentional rudeness, this she-cat is actually very kind and sweet. She knows nothing of prejudice and, for the most part, is rather naive about such emotions; when a rogue is fortunate enough to be welcomed into the clan, Coaldust is the first one to welcome him, donning a big grin and an equally enthusiastic greeting. But if a warrior is presumptuous enough to challenge the newcomer, this she-cat will automatically jump to his defense, all sharp tongue and motherly concern. Truthfully, she doesn't understand why or how her clanmates can act so cruel at times. Even if you get on her bad side, she'll just grit her teeth and take any insults (no matter how nasty) you may fling at her, smiling all the way. She can get pretty rough when sparring those particular cats, though - her right uppercut is absolutely vicious; a fact that (though not carried out very often) many of her 'enemies' have learned over the moons. But, as I said before, when you humor her, this she-cat can be kind and gentle, especially if you're an old friend... though she still retains her sharp tongue. As for her loyalty… well, she’s loyal to her clan, and nothing’s going to change that. But when it comes to helping others and following the warrior code, she doesn’t care where they are from - a needy cat is a needy cat, and if she can, she will heal them, no matter what. Preferences likes - sparring, hunting, arguing, foraging, hanging around with the warriors, teasing toms, etc. dislikes - noisy kits, being reminded of her sister's death, traitors, mindlessly violent cats, etc. Secret Ambitions To become a great warrior Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths - balance, silence, speaking her opinion, hunting, keeping her temper, understanding, empathy, etc. Weaknesses - holding her tongue, climbing, holding grudges, etc. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Darkfoot AND Sablepool FamilyFather - Darkfoot, mother - Sablepool, sister - Event that Lead to being a Warrior fighting courageously in battle History Like most clan-cats, Coalpaw was born in the warm, protective shelter of the clan’s nursery (in this case, AshClan), a small, runty scrap of a kit with fur like charcoal and eyes like a wide, stormy sky - though most kits are born with pale blue eyes, hers were a bit different, and barely changed at all as she aged. She took after each parent, as she seemed to don both of their dark pelts, and despite her small size, they were ever so proud - even her sister, which, because of her pallid coloring, could of easily been mistaken for a kit from an entirely different litter, was fawned over; though Coalkit’s resemblance to her parents delighted them, this family didn’t pay much attention to one another’s appearances - she could have been born a completely hairless cat and it wouldn’t faze them! Her pelt was darker then, especially when it was compared to the stark white fur of her sister, Snowkit and, seeing as the two of them rarely left the other’s side, it took a while for Coalpaw’s clanmates to realize her actual smoky-gray coloring wasn’t as dusky as they thought - though, after a while, it did start to lighten; it was just difficult to see the difference. Appearances aside, Coalpaw’s kithood was far from confusing - she knew exactly what she wanted to be: a warrior, no questions asked. She never doubted her choice, but as the she-cat’s apprenticeship neared, her parents hauled her off into a corner to talk. ‘Are you sure this is what you what?’ they asked nervously, and Coalkit, as predictable as ever, exclaimed, ‘yes, yes, more than anything!’ After a moment of thought, her expression changed a bit and, narrowing her eyes, the kit asked, ‘Why?’. Her parents, with just a hint of uncertainty, explained. Apparently, the medicine cat was in need of an apprentice, and because there were no volunteers, cats had been asking around - and because Coalkit was short and slim, as well as empathetic, it had been decided that she would be excellent for the job. Why make a kit, large and strong and battle-ready, be cooped up in a medicine cat's den all day long, when a runt who (with a bit of luck) would turn out to be an average, mediocre warrior, was available for the task? But, they allowed, before Coalkit could protest, no-one was going to make her - if she wanted to be a warrior, then she could. It was just something to think about. Coalkit, who was always so well-behaved and kind to her clanmates, nearly spat in her parents' faces. How dare they even consider encouraging her to become something she wasn't? She was a warrior - or would be soon - and nothing was going to stop her. She brushed off her parents with a blunt 'No', then scurried off to watch the warriors spar, determined to become one of them, one day. And soon enough, she was given a mentor, a large, no-nonsense tom by the name of Lionfur. Coalpaw idolized the warrior, and after many moons of training, she grew closer and closer to becoming one herself. The medicine cat gained an apprentice, and after a while, died. But Coalpaw paid this no attention. Then the battle came. No, not a battle - there were far too little cats for it to be called a battle, but it was a lot more serious than a border skirmish. Whatever it was called, it all lead down to this: Lionfur, as well as Needleclaw, Snowpaw's mentor, had decided to take the sisters on a border patrol together; and, eager to show her sister how much she had improved, Coalpaw leapt at the opportunity. It was the AshClan/FrostClan border that they were checking, and besides a few weak markers, it looked perfectly fine. But just as they were about to leave, the little patrol was ambushed by a gang of FrostClanner's. They fought - hard, too - but despite their acts of bravery, the foursome didn't stand a chance. Coalpaw got a few swipes in, but the warrior that she was fighting happened to be nearly twice as big as her. She spun from his reach, then, upon being attacked, clawed at a young, newly-made FrostClan apprentice. The movement left deep scratch marks on his shoulder, but almost immediately, as her claws pierced his flesh and horror registered on his face, Coalpaw felt nauseous. The she-cat backed away from her opponent, eyes wide, and found that she could barely stay on her paws - her head pounded and, when she tried to move, the apprentice almost keeled over. Her mentor noticed this, and with a reluctant yowl, called the patrol off. With nary a word, they fled, Needleclaw carrying a wounded Snowpaw across his back, and Lionfur urging Coalpaw on. When they reached camp, the medicine cat rushed them into her den. Coalpaw, Lionfur and Needleclaw were deemed 'beat up but healthy', but when she reached Snowpaw,whose stomach was riddled with heavily bleeding wounds, the she-cat stopped. And before Coalpaw could even register what was happening, the leader had slunk into the den and, eyes dark with sorrow, made the dying apprentice a warrior - her last and final rites. Coalpaw could only sit at her sister's side as the snow-white she-cat slowly faded, and as the night dragged on, breathed her last. Everyone mourned for the lovely Snowlily, but Coalpaw... Coalpaw was absolutely stricken. She felt completely helpless - not only had she been unable to protect her sister, but now, when she needed her help the most, the ash-gray she-cat could do nothing for her. The next day, AshClan's leader called for a warrior ceremony; and Coalpaw was unimaginably surprised when she realized it was her own. Legs trembling in anticipation, the she-cat trotted up to receive her warrior name. She sat vigil that night, both for her sister and her newfound rank, and despite what her clanmates thought, has become an exceptional warrior. Coaldust no longer hesitates in battle, though she does feel a twang of guilt whenever she injures another cat, and overall, is happy where she is. Sample RP (only if you’re new) You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me a life we can only wish |
