Post by runnerz on May 21, 2011 12:40:20 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;] [style=width: 400px; height: 200px; background: #c49ca9 url(http://i55.tinypic.com/2a5eyyx.png); border: solid #ffffff 4px;] [/style] [style=text-align: justify; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: arial narrow; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]but it's like you don't care no more for these moments we shared so true and dear [/style][style=text-align: justify; text-transform: lowercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: georgia; font-size: 8px; font-style: italic; color: #252525; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.8;]just me and you and the peace of the quiet but now you seem faceless, oh when the lark last sung - - - - - - - - -[/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 25px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]► LILACPELT [/style] [style=overflow: auto; width: 400px; height: 200px; font-family: arial; font-size: 9px; padding-right: 5px; padding-left: 5px; color: #252525; line-height: 100%; background: #fafafa; opacity: 0.5; text-align: justify;] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM Lilacpelt of the great AspenClan Age Twenty-two full moons Gender Femme Fatale Rank Huntress How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS dilute calico and my eyes are amber hued Scars None Appearance Lilacpelt is a slender she-cat with very slender bones, if she was a human she would be considered petite. Even so that does not mean she is weak because she is a very successful hunter, and her slender build only helps her hunt, because of it she can quickly and silently catch up to her prey and take it down. Even though she is fine-boned she is just slightly smaller then the average she-cat. Lilacpelt has a long coat cream colored coat with half-inch wide grey strips across her back by her shoulder blades, and nearer to her tail it becomes more of a grey-cream color. Her tail is slightly on the long side and has a long grey cream color that in some areas is almost a light grayish-brown. Lilacpelt has a face that wears a ready smile and laughs openly; her eyes are a deep amber. Her amber eyes are normally glittering happily, but they can become hard as steel when Lilacpelt finds something that is not up to her standards. Lilacpelt has really long white whiskers and her ears are composed of soft creamy white ear fur. Lilacpelt keeps her white claws and pelt extremely clean and is rarely in disarray. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M quiet AND reserved Personality Lilacpelt is a very reserved cat, she keeps to herself and rarely asks others of their opinions. It is not because she thinks that hers is better then theirs, which is part of it but because she does not have much trust in any form of a relationship. In her two years of life she has found that having a relationship with anyone will only cause you hurt because they will die or drift away. It is her fear of pain that keeps her from having any real friendships with the cats in the clan. This aloofness keeps cats away and keeps her isolated which is what she believes she wants. However, the one or two cats that she is actually friends with she cares for deeply. Which is part of her fear of creating relationships because she does not hold back when she is someone’s friend. If they need her by their side, she’s there if they just need a confidante she’s there to lend a hand. This devoutness carries over to her devotion to her clan, while she might not be close with the individual cats in the clan she cares deeply for the clan and would give her life for it. Preferences Lilacpelt prefers cleanliness and order and greatly dislikes mayhem and tardiness Secret Ambitions To be a mother Strengths/Weaknesses She is a very skilled hunter but she greatly lacks fighting skills, physical and verbal. If someone lays an unjust personal insult on her name she will take the verbal abuse without standing up for herself. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE Melodysong AND Whiteclaw Family None Event that Lead to being a Warrior Raised within the clan and received her warriorship after having been an apprentice. History Lilacpelt was born to Melodysong and Whiteclaw of Windclan, she had two other siblings, both who were boys, Yarrowkit and Sunkit. When Lilacpelt was still Lilackit she loved to romp and play with her two brothers. The three kits were inseparable and without Lilackit her two brothers would have probably had many exciting dangerous adventures but being the only levelheaded kit of the bunch Lilackit found ways to keep her brother’s attention on exciting safe adventures. Like hunting leaves in the center of camp, or try scuffling matches. Even though her brothers got multiple scratches from their scuffles Lilackit was always able to escape without a scratch, partly because her brothers new that she could become a monster when provoked. Sunkit bore a mark from when he had accidentally clawed Lilackits side, Lilackit became an enraged ball of fury and lunged at him striking at him with unsheathed claws, luckily for Sunkit, Lilackit regained her composure once she tore his ear. She even went to the medicine cats den to get the proper herbs to fix his ear. When Lilackit became Lilacpaw she thought is would be the happiest day of her life, it was what she had been day dreaming about for the last week. Once she became an apprentice she attacked the task with much fervor that her mentor, Morningheart, had to tell her sometimes that is didn’t take as much force as she was putting into some tasks. Even so Lilacpaw progressed happily and at night in the apprentices den she would talk quietly with her two brothers. Then one day she returned later then usual and Sunpaw wasn’t there, assuming that he was out flirting with the she-cat he’d told her about she lay down and slept. In the middle of the night she awoke to find that Sunpaw was still not lying next to her, a great ball of anxiety grew in her stomach and she rushed out of the den. She searched frantically for Sunpaw and she finally caught his scent by the farm, she followed it and found him at the entrance to the farm blood slowly trickling from his stomach. She rushed to his side but she was too late to stop him from dieing because a badger had attacked him just before he was coming in for the night. The last words he told her were, ”Don’t worry, I’ll be fine.” That was the first time Lilacpelt encountered death and misery. It also changed her dramatically because she partly blamed herself for his death and her behavior as a kit towards him. Ever since then she became a much more reserved cat. Lilacpaw and her two brothers were her parent’s last litter because months before Lilacpaw was going to become a warrior her mother died while kitting, none of the kits survived. Lilacpaw moped around the camp and barely put any effort into her work, her mentor was worried about her but Lilacpaw was still doing well enough to become a warrior. Her remaining brother Yarrowpaw told her, that he knew both their mother and brother were fine, Lilacpaw at first didn’t believe him but Yarrowpaw wasn’t one to joke about such serious things. With a lighter heart Lilacpaw reapplied herself to her training six weeks after her mother’s death Lilacpaw became Lilacpelt. Sample RP This is recycled..so I hope it's alright! Before the clans had left their old home Lilacpelt had been a happy and healthy Queen with eyes full of light and laughter at her kits antics, but now it seemed that the only thing holding her together was her mothering instinct. Her amber eyes had clouded and she had seemed to collapse within herself and it felt almost as if she had imploded on herself and all of the happiness had escaped from her life. Someone it seemed had opened a Pandora’s box in her life and had forgotten to add hope to the mixture of maladies. While they had been living in the old clan lands her three kits had been gems in the nursery groomed will and always happy but after the rough journey and their mother’s lose of light in her life they had become dull coated and bleary eyed with dirt on their paws and intermittent coughs. Her first litter had tried to cheer her up, Rumblepaw especially but nothing could be done to cheer her up it seemed, and they had eventually just come to the nursery to bring her food which she picked at. After their journey her condition had become worse and even her long fur could not hide her skinny frame. Her own immaculate coat was dull just like her kits and even though she should be proud of her mate for staying back to defend the clan all she could feel was heartbreak and all she could see was a life alone. With this mindset and much prodding from Rumblepaw she set out of the camp, Rumblepaw having promised to take care of the kits though even if he had not she would of not been to concerned. Trekking for most of the morning, ignoring the pain in her side she made it to the eastern border. While there had been many things that had she been in her former mindset she would have been intrigued by she find no joy in and passed up, only caring about the destination thinking of the journey as something that needed to be suffered through. Sitting down with a heavy sigh she looked out at the vast nothingness wondering where she would go from here, deep down she knew she would have to return to camp and her mewling kits but at the moment her three kits were forgotten and her grief reigned. Letting out a sorrowful ululation she called out for Doublestar desperately wishing he would appear at her side with a joke to cheer her up. When her breath had run out from her wail she collapsed on the ground letting the sobs shake her already frail body until she was nothing but a frail forlorn form amongst the brown grasses. A sudden wind gust brought with it the ominous warning of a mid-afternoon snow fall, but even though the chill made her try and burrow deeper into the ground she did not move letting her pity overwhelm her. Even when the first snowflakes began to fall, something she would of previously relished she just stared blankly ahead shivering slightly when they fell on her matted coat, unconcerned with the repercussions this pity party would have on her already frail body. 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 [/style][style=color: #B0C4DE; font-size: 18px; text-align: center; font-family: arial black; text-shadow: #000000 1px 1px 1px; width: 400px; text-transform: uppercase;]a life we can only wish [/style] [style=text-align: center; text-transform: uppercase; line-height: 6px; font-family: courier new; font-size: 10px; color: #252525; opacity: 0.8;]BIO: (DONE? WIP?), AWESOMENESS: (SCALE OF 1-10), LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style] |