Post by t i e s ; on Jul 26, 2011 23:10:35 GMT -6
But then I'm gone.
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| [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;]► RYEPAW [/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 Ryepaw of the great AshClan Age Young Apprentice, six moons. Gender Tom-cat. Rank Medicine Cat Apprentice. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS calico and my eyes are a very deep emerald Scars None. Appearance Ryepaw, well, has a pelt odd and rare for his gender. A deep, sweet color...s. It a mix, a dark ebony, as sheer as the unforgiving night. The patches of honey are colored ginger, spreaded like messy moss. Curled like vines themselves, tight and a crack is barely seen by even the eye of an eagle or a sharp-eyed feline. Well, to be frank... A calico. The ginger is colored darker, almost a light red, but not pink in the slightest. If anything is that color on his body, it's his tiny bit of a nose, a sad excuse. He smells poorly matching up to his Clanmates, but knows what herb is which, thankfully. His claws, however, are quite... Large. Sharp, curved like an edge. Spilling blood however is something that disgusts him... He remains a very calm and handsome feline of his proud Clan. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M A QUICK THINKER AND CALM Personality This young little tom has a quick mind, knows what to in a moment of horror and frozen cats. He manages to stay calm in the worst of times, and his heartbeat barely quickens a simple pace. This is how he's mostly known around the Clans, though Ryepaw is shy about it. He always makes sure his fur is alright, health is alright, and no claws have a tiniest bit of blood when it's needed. His goal, as he tells other felines, is for the Clans to remain in peace and be friends. If you manage to catch him when he's not busy with Medicine Cat duties or catching up on his 'precious' sleep, you'll hear the same story. Lying is for the weak. He says with a smile on his ebony head. But that doesn't mean Ryepaw won't admit he hasn't said a lie before. When you get close enough, you'll see him as a weak, shaking tom who is afraid of many things happening in the Clans. He even seems suicidal but keeps a grin on his face for the sake of his Clanmates, wanting them to have a bright future, though Ryepaw will say he has a cold path in front of him... Preferences Likes: Ryepaw has a secret like for spicy food, although it's rare. Sweetness is something his tongue dislikes... Being on high places also makes him happy, and not being under a sea of scents as his Clanmates are. Also for even being alive! Dislikes: Cats who lie for their own ambitions, sweet prey, and annoying cats. Secret Ambitions Ryepaw wants to make the Clans big and strong for actual fighting so he can use his herbs, but not see the blood on his Clanmates, letting his mentor clean the blood... But he isn't evil, just wanting to use his power. Strengths/Weaknesses Strengths: He doesn't have many, besides his knowledge of herbs. Weaknesses: Water. Snakes. Those two things frighten him so much, he will become cold himself but unfreeze in a second. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE BRACKENSTAR AND CINDERHEART Family Father: Brackenstar. Mother: Cinderheart ( deceased ) Sibling: Nubia ( although he hates to admit it ) Event that Lead to being a Warrior N/A Ryepaw: "I'm a medicine cat! " History Sad enough for Ryepaw, he didn't live very long before his mother died in such a tragic way. He shares his father's pure grief only... Much worse, with his sibling gone and all, the very start of his suicidal thoughts he still, to this day, hides. During most of his kit moons, he was seen in the corners of the warm Nursery, just curled up, wanting it all to end in a simple way, to feel his mother once again, purring for once in his life. That, in the first place, was another reason he sleeps so much whenever he can or the reason for his weak nose. Sometimes the other Queens would even have to bump his head to wake him up, only resulting in a short temper that's basically disappeared. Suddenly, with no warning, he became much calmer and nicer to his Clanmates, smiling pure ivory and not even bristling his fur anymore. It's unknown what even happened to him in his long dreams, rumors go around StarClan sent a vision to him, but only Ryepaw, Ryekit at the time, knew what occurred in his hidden memories. Ryekit was around the Medicine Cats' Den more, sniffing the herbs, interested in this world of herbs and their wonderful uses that only Medicine Cats understood with such brilliant power. One day he asked Robinfeather to become his apprentice, with the Medicine Cat saying she'd think about it. Finally it came for the day of his apprentice ceremony... And got his wish. The rest of his days will be revealed in all good time. Sample RPHerbs. Everywhere. Sinking in their mixed, but clear scents, which was hard for his nose but managed to do it well, Ryepaw made sure he knew where he was placing his paws. His mentor, Robinfeather, seemed to have a short-temper today, and didn't want to mess up the herbs in case this made her angry pretty quickly, no cat really knew what skyrocketed her into pure fury. After ordering most of the easiest herbs to recognize, it was time for the poison that they ( thankfully ) hardly used, only when the cat begged for it all to end to place it out of it's horrid misery. Foxglove seeds were slumped together like a lazy pile, round and plump deathberries were wrapped in tight wraps of oak leaves, the other toxins were carefully laid out and X marks crossed over them for a simple warning a cat could clearly see, even in the night. Closely edging them towards the corners, he sniffed the deathberries carefully. They were fresh, and didn't uncoil yet. Newleaf seemed to be going well, with nice weather and herbs reappearing after the terrible cold Leaf-bare had brought. The oak leaves were tight as ever, barely spilling any of the poison. "Good," finally a word escaped Ryepaw's mouth, looking around the herbs. "Nothing has been stolen, but New-leaf needs to hurry up with that catmint..." This Den always felt like a true home to him, and knowing it hadn't been harmed with a single claw, relief flooded into his body and scorched his heart. Cobwebs raked down, twirled with other herbs, always protecting the Den, tangling any rushed cats. It did, somewhat, make Ryepaw irritated, but Robinfeather didn't seem to mind. I think. Seeing as everything was in order, the Clan was well fed, he sat in his favorite spot in the Medicine Cats' Den. Heat washed into his body, from all those times he sat here and just dreamed. Good day, Robinfeather and AshClan. 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!, AWESOMENESS: 10, LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style] |
