Post by YOUNG PYRE BABY! on May 18, 2011 19:35:44 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 - - - - - - - - - ► TANSYPELT Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM TANSYPELT of the great AshClan Age 4 years of age. Gender lady. Rank warrior. (hopefully deputy) How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS OF THE COMMON ORANGE AND WHITE and my eyes are a dusky brown. Scars just small cuts beneath her fur. Appearance Tansypelt has two distinct colors: orange and white. Her head, which is broad with high cheek bones, is a soft creamy orange color. Like the rest of her body, her stripes are nearly non existent, though you can see the soft hints of off-white around her eyes and on her brow. The rims of her large, triangular ears are a dark brown, while on the inside it’s a rusty red color. From the corner of her eyes down to her chin is fur of various white shades, though just above her ruby nose, it is far tanner then white. Stretching downwards, the white continues in a sort of ring around her neck, which travels down to her belly. It pauses at her shoulders, in where the orange begins again. Unlike her face, the orange is darker there, richer in color. Barely any stripes litter her body, and instead merge with her prominent colors. The orange drips down her legs, but then stops abruptly just before her paws. The white starts up again here, on all four paws, although the left hind paw has a tad more white then the others. Moving on to her under belly, the white goes all the way across the underside of her fluffy, but smooth tail, tapering off just before the tip. Here, on her tail, the stripes are now visible, and are of a dark color—more on the red side then orange or brown. As far as her eyes go, they are an incredibly dark shade of amber—border lining brown. Nothing too extravagant there, but they are some what attractive, and in an almond shape. The she cat’s body isn’t muscular, but more of a rabbit-like shape. She isn’t quite tall, and on the petite side. Her muscles are nice and sinewy, rippling underneath her pelt with every step she takes. She was not built for being a buff tank like some felines are, but instead was formed as a hunter. Lean and quick footed, she can move at any speed, be it sprinting or brisk jogging. Her paws are, surprisingly enough, delicate and very much lady like. They bounce on the ground, as though she is playing a game of lava and it burns her paw pads. She does not tromp around, making sure everyone hears her. No, she would much rather saunter, preferring a quiet entrance as opposed to barreling in like a train. Tansypelt never slouches, and nor does she flop on the ground, which is very un-lady like by the way. No, she keeps her chin cocked up just a little, her ears pricked, and her tail at a comfortable height, not dragging on the ground but also not lifted up like a leader would have his/her tail. Once content, the she cat allows one ear to lean back, and that is all. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M ALOOF AND CYNICAL Personality Tansypelt is, to say the least, an introverted she cat. Although she may seem full of herself and air headed, through her pretty appearance and the way she holds herself, she is reserved and almost shy. She isn’t the type to start conversations, though she is willing to listen. The she cat has a keen sense of right and wrong, especially when it comes to things she holds responsibility for. She has a clear devotion for duty, and tends to be punctual for everything. To those who don’t truly know her, Tansypelt may come off as aloof, and somewhat cold. Emotional warmth is sort of a task for her, though she can force herself to do that, depending on the situation. She is perfectly comfortable with just the facts, and employs a step-by-step approach to many situations. Once a plan or procedure has been shown to work, then she will carry it, even at the expense of her own health. Tansypelt is, however, easily frustrated with the inconsistencies of others. Usually, though, she keeps her comments and feelings to herself unless asked. And when asked, she does not mince words. Truth over tact. Sometimes, though, she is withdrawn from others. They do not interest her, I suppose. With Tansypelt, feelings are expressed non verbally, be it through eye contact, or an encouraging (or less then encouraging) smile. However, she tends to judge those before she truly gets to know them. Outsiders of the clan really ruffle her, and she shies away from those of other clans. Her clan is her, metaphorically speaking, family, and therefore familiar to her. New situations and different cats bother her, and throw her off her ‘schedule’. If challenged, she will fight whatever is threatening her. She has a grim determination, followed by rules she follows every day that are listed in her head. Foreign ideas and oddities never before seen are bizarre to her, and almost instantaneously she will deny them, perhaps not out loud but still. Mentioning weird things—love is on the top five of strange subjects for her. She has never experienced the ‘butterflies in her stomach’, nor understood why anyone would become lovesick when they were bound to mate with another after their litter. It’s all very silly. Preferences Solitary nights of thinking on whether or not a statement is false--she enjoys paradoxes, if you could not tell. Fish tend to make her happy, as well as long strolls around the territory. Secret Ambitions She hopes to become a pro fisher. No. Really. Strengths/Weaknesses Tansypelt has trouble with understanding relationships and gossip in general. She doesn't quite understand love, and why so many she-cats get so emotional over everything. The Clan and her work is far more important. But she had some strengths, most of which focus on her great intellect, tactful words, and cunning fighting skills and hunting prowess. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE GINGERFROST AND RIPPLESTREAM Family Gingerfrost - A scrawny young ginger she cat that was sort of forced into being Ripplestream's mate. She was hypnotized by his looks as an apprentice, and became pregnant with Tansypelt at an early age. Wasn't the best mother in town. Ripplestream - A handsome gray and white tom with thick black stripes. He used to force Tansypelt into long nights of training without stop. He shaped her confusion for love and dislike for kits. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Made it through the assessment despite the fact that her father 'mysteriously' drowned. History Tansykit was born into a family of a disinterested father and a young mother. Gingerfrost--having been an apprentice just a few moons ago--was clumsy and nearly squished her daughter several times. Ripplestream, bless his corrupted heart, found his spawn to be too small for any use, and never visited her, despite her wails. Eventually, she was brought up by another queen, but the damage from lack of attention had already been done. Tansykit rarely played with the other kits, and refused to be touched. Instead, she sat outside, either staring out into space or, if at night, looking up at StarClan. She was a perplexing child, and many rumors spread that she'd snap one day and turn into her father. They were half correct. As an apprentice, Tansypaw was put on the path of becoming him--he was her mentor. Ripplestream was big to begin with, and Tansypaw was small. It was like staring up at the biggest tree anyone could find. The training was nearly unbearable at first. The constant running back and forth over the territory, striking rocks with her claws until they bled, and being forced into the river whenever it was at its highest level. But she never had to fight him. At least, until she was ready. Or he thought she was ready. And that day came. It was a couple of days before her assessment, and she was pretty strong for such a she-cat. Now, instead of a curious looking kit, Tansypaw had become a cold looking apprentice, and refused to talk to anyone. That day she could remember vividly. It was about to rain. The skies were dark with clouds looming overhead. She felt chills run through her. Ripplestream stood before her. They charged, rolling in a ball of claws and fangs. It was a bloody mess. Finally, it came to an abrupt end. They had rolled close to the river, and it was at a high level again. She used her hind legs to push her father off and he went into the water. He had been bleeding bad already. He never came up. Tansypaw was made into Tansypelt just a couple days after. No one questioned her. No one asked where that horrid beast had gone off to. But from the small glint in her eye, you could tell. But it wasn't happiness. It was a sort of complete feeling. She had overcome her father, and in a way overcame herself. Tansypelt was here now, and she vowed to be a warrior of great strength. For her own sake. Sample RP As her eyes peeled open, she found her world to be a very blurry place. A gentle mewl rose from her mouth, most unusual, especially coming from such a she-cat as herself. In a blink, she had pushed herself up, her back arching as she stretched and worked her blood through her numb body. Stray clumps of moss stuck to her pelt, irritating her greatly. Hey, she was a professional leader, and so she had to look like it. Sighing, the she-cat cleaned herself up, wondering what trouble her clan would stir up today. Why couldn't they just do what they had to do without doing all those silly, useless activities? And those apprentices--StarClan, how she wanted to tear bundles of fur from her own head. They said the most weirdest, ridiculous things anyone could ever imagine. No, Tansystar. Today is a good day. Don't get annoyed prematurely before anything has happened. Nodding to herself, she finished up making herself look presentable and wandered outside of her burrow. No one was up yet, thank StarClan. Her paws sunk into the sand, and she sniffed, feeling the gentle breeze ruffle her fur. Her daily list had already popped up in her head, and she knew that she'd have to go on her usual secluded patrol. But her schedule was some what short, and didn't quite fill the void. Perhaps it was time to take on an apprentice, no matter how idiotic she viewed them as. If she looked hard enough, maybe one would manage to preform at least average. What struck her odd was that they sort of kept away from her. Hah! Fools. Clearly she overpowered them with her intellect and superior skill. She was leader, after all. Fluffing out her chest fur, she prowled the dens, peering inside briefly to check up on the clan. A few pauses included the apprentice den, where she eyed the young cats warily before dipping out, and the nursery, where the scent of milk and fresh kits made her nose wrinkle in disgust. Kits were worthless at that point, at least until they were apprentices. All they did was wander around, mewling like poor lost souls; and then when old enough they rolled around and bumped into her legs, making her look like a fool. Her ears folded against her skull, and with a hiss she whipped around, and stalked back to her burrow. There she stood at the entrance, flexing her claws in frustration. Right, that was a good reason to have an apprentice. Sparring. A flash of gray and white fur filled her gaze, and she grimaced, remembering the countless nights with her father. Training until she couldn't feel her limbs, until she could hold her breath longer than most under the water. Those were rough times. But they made her stronger. Pawing at the ground, Tansystar lashed her tail. As a young warrior, she thought he had nearly corrupted her. Ruined her. But no. The tom had built Tansystar into a hardcore leader, driven and focused on making sure no one bullied her or her clan around. She wasn't some pathetic she cat who whined when she broke a claw. No, she was tough. Throw her in a pit of dogs and she'd gladly fight her way out. Maybe stick around to finish them off. Wordlessly, the she-cat stood once again, looking toward the sky. Soon the others would awaken, ready to start their happy little lives of laying around and eating whatever prey the others brought from their territory. Bums. All of them. She'd show them one day. She'd show them what a true warrior is. With a fierce gaze set on the dens, she stood once more, now like a strong tower. It was time for her patrol. Like a ghost, she disappeared from camp, walking the long borders of her territory. The fresh dew on the grass tickled her legs, and she restrained herself from responding, inside picking her legs up like some kind of awkward bird. She looked like she was besides herself, her eyes glazed over and mouth shut tight. But her ears twitched at every sound, and it was clear that she was alert to everything around her. Most leaders needed that skill. Soon, however, she reached a small, empty clearing. Faint signs of old tracks littered the dirt, and she strained to smell him on the leaves. No, his scent was gone. Him referring to a certain foolish, mouse-brained tom that had no regard for her feelings and made her feel like slapping anything in her way--! Hissing in displeasure, she paced, unable to clear her foggy head. He always did this to her. Made her think differently, thoughts that weren't supposed to be in her mind. He had changed her whole way of living, and...and... No. They were done. There was nothing left. Not even-- 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 |
