Post by RoCKY RoAD on Jul 26, 2011 18:47:22 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;] [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;]► NIGHTCLAW [/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 NIGHTCLAW of the great AspenClan Age 34 moons Gender She-cat Rank Warrior How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS GREY and my eyes are jade Scars Just some old scars from previous fights on her legs and back. Appearance Nightclaw is not one to be mistaken for a weak cat. She has visible strength and stealth, and almost always doesn't hide it. She has a grayish silver pelt with a white stomach and white toes on each paw. She has somewhat of a "mustache," which is also white. Her eyes are a somewhat cloudy jade color. She has noticeable muscle, but isn't bulky enough that she's slow and lazy. She is often mistaken for a tom, but doesn't take it personally. Her tail is long and has short, fuzzy fur on it, unlike the long fur on all other parts of her body. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M MYSTERIOUS AND IMPULSIVE Personality IMPULSIVE She doesn't think before she does things. It leads her into trouble that she rarely listens to, but she often doesn't get into trouble again for the same reason twice. Although she can't help herself but get into trouble, she will not do the same thing over again. MYSTERIOUS She will not tell you anything about herself when you first meet her. She will be secretive and keep her guard up, resulting in a mysterious, shady outer shell before you get through to her. She will be sly and sneaky, and seem like a liar. CARING Although it may see the opposite, Nightclaw is caring and sweet. She will throw herself in front of a hungry wolf to save a friend. She will do much to take care of another cat. No one really gets to see this side of her, because no one trusts her enough. CAREFUL Although she is impulsive, she cares about danger. She often avoids places that seem too dangerous for her, and takes an extra step to think quickly when she's with others. Of course, she is blindly careful, and her choices are obliviously incorrect. Preferences LIKES:
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Secret Ambitions She wants to be stronger than any cat, but she knows it won't happen. Strengths/Weaknesses She is very manipulative. She can get what she wants; but the downside is that most other cats don't trust her. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE ROSESTEP AND THORNHEART Family Oakflight - Brother - FrostClan - 34 moons Adderstep - Brother - Loner - 34 moons Event that Lead to being a Warrior Fought off a rogue thief multiple times, but didn't tell anyone; was caught in the act and rewarded. History Nightkit was born on a warm, newleaf day. It seemed like a perfect day for a litter to be born, and it was. All three kits were deemed healthy. Her brothers, Adderkit and Oakkit, were playful and quick learners. On the other hand, Nightkit was a slow learner, and she'd rather sit in the nursery than play with the other kits. She would sit by herself without others around her, becoming anti-social and cold. When Nightpaw was assigned a mentor, she was happy to finally learn something, although she had already been taught a lot as a kit. She liked her mentor, he went easier on her that other mentors while teaching. One night, Nightpaw sneaked out, looking for trouble. She wanted a snack, and made her way to the prey pile. She was sure no one would be awake, and she wouldn't get caught, but to her surprise she caught someone herself. A lone rogue with four mice in his mouth. The small grey apprentice hissed and threatened to tell the leader, but the huge black cat ran off without his stolen food before he could say anything. Nightpaw was proud of herself. Oddly, he came back the next night, and Nightpaw came back to get another midnight snack. She chased him off once again. Her mentor had come out to see what the noises were, and saw Nightpaw hissing and the rogue running off; her mentor was proud and saw that she was ready to be a warrior. Sample RP Bone was sick and tired of all the rain these days. It was cold, and when his fur got wet, it stayed that way for hours like a cold wet blanket that he couldn't take off. He darted onto the bus station, growling and grumbling unhappily. On the way to the bus station, he had counted three stray dogs. Two were sleeping. He was almost tempted to wake them up and run off, but he wasn't that kind of person. He was one to leave other dogs alone, unless they were hurt or in danger. Helping people was kind of his thing, but he didn't accept thank-you's. It made him feel weak when people thanked him, so when he helped people, he usually just... did it and left. Like a mysterious wandering helper or something. He was carrying a bucket full of scraps and some donations from generous humans. It was filled halfway, a point that was rarely reached. He felt accomplished that he had gotten this much food. He was starving and slightly emaciated, but he didn't eat it all at once. every two days he went around with a pale getting scraps, and bringing it back to his co-leader of his gang, James. They were not only co-leaders, but best friends. They shared food and water, shelter, even secrets. It seemed different for him to have a friend. He wasn't usually that type of person. He sat down under a small overhang, bowing his head into the pale, picked out a french fry, and ate it happily. Over the scent of potato, he smelled another dog. A female. He stood up, looked around, and picked up the pale in his teeth. He sniffed around, looking for the other stray. He saw her, a small, brindled dog. He knew she was hungry, how skinny she was. He could see her ribs through her skin. He stalked over, snorted, and set the pale down in front of her. He sat patiently. 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: Like.. 7, LYRICS: ONLY WISH template made by hay shay ! @ caution 2.0 [/style] |
