Post by Rosethorn on Dec 15, 2007 17:59:40 GMT -5
Name: Rosethorn
Past/Future Names: Rosekit, Rosepaw
Gender: she-cat
Clan: WinterClan
Moons: 15
Position: warrior
Appearance: she is a pretty white cat. She has normal-length fur and light yellow eyes with flecks of black within them. There are a few minor scars on her nose. Her build is quite muscular, although she appears rather lean and most cats underestimate her fighting skill. She has long claws as sharp as thorns.
Personality: she is a daydreamer, constantly drifting off into her own world and not paying attention to the cats around her. This almost always gets her into trouble, which she secretly doesn't really mind. She does not like to be ordered around, and is quick to form a grudge against others. However, her friendship is one to be treasured if you can earn it. All her thinking has sharpened her intelligence until it came to be as sharp as her claws. She is always getting new ideas about hunting or battle tactics. However, she is sometimes loath to share them, in case someone steals them.
History: she was found drowning a the river as a kit. A warrior discovered her and brought her to WinterClan, where she was adopted by one of their queens. The scars were caused by a hawk attacking the nursery when she was very young. When she was an apprentice, there were some elders thinking she was cursed, but she soon got rid of that rumor. Other than that, her past is unknown.
RP Example: Rosethorn parted her jaws, letting the ShadowClan patrol's scent flood in. Her heart leapt in excitement. They were coming this way! Now she would get to try out the new fighting tactics she had invented in the training hollow! Duskstorm, the light gray tom crouched beside her in the branches of the oak tree, must have sensed her excitement, because he shot her a warning glare. "What's wrong? They're trespassing, aren't they?" Rosethorn inquired loudly.
"Keep your voice down! Remember, we're not supposed to cause a commotion. Our leader sent us here to watch them!"
"We aren't?"
"Yes! Now shut up, mouse-brain!"
The young white cat did as advised when the scent of the patrol drew nearer. Upset because of the way Duskstorm was treating her, Rosethorn had a rebellious idea. Fine! She wouldn't cause a commotion, and she would watch them. After all, you needed to see your opponent when attacking in silence, didn't you?
Tensing her muscles, Rosethorn waited until the patrol was directly beneath the oak they were sitting in. There! She saw a dark gray pelt and two tabbies walking along the river of their side of the territory. Without further ado, Rosethorn leaped and landed squarely in the middle of one of the tabbies’ backs.
The shocked cat let out a muffled yowl before Rosethorn pressed his muzzle into the dirt. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Duskstorm imitating her actions, dropping stealthily onto the back of the gray she-cat. The second tabby, now seen up close, was a young apprentice, kit fur fluffed up. He backed into a tree and stayed there, eyes wide and a heavy fear-scent wafting from him.
Quick Description: A white she-cat with yellow eyes and a scarred nose.
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Past/Future Names: Rosekit, Rosepaw
Gender: she-cat
Clan: WinterClan
Moons: 15
Position: warrior
Appearance: she is a pretty white cat. She has normal-length fur and light yellow eyes with flecks of black within them. There are a few minor scars on her nose. Her build is quite muscular, although she appears rather lean and most cats underestimate her fighting skill. She has long claws as sharp as thorns.
Personality: she is a daydreamer, constantly drifting off into her own world and not paying attention to the cats around her. This almost always gets her into trouble, which she secretly doesn't really mind. She does not like to be ordered around, and is quick to form a grudge against others. However, her friendship is one to be treasured if you can earn it. All her thinking has sharpened her intelligence until it came to be as sharp as her claws. She is always getting new ideas about hunting or battle tactics. However, she is sometimes loath to share them, in case someone steals them.
History: she was found drowning a the river as a kit. A warrior discovered her and brought her to WinterClan, where she was adopted by one of their queens. The scars were caused by a hawk attacking the nursery when she was very young. When she was an apprentice, there were some elders thinking she was cursed, but she soon got rid of that rumor. Other than that, her past is unknown.
RP Example: Rosethorn parted her jaws, letting the ShadowClan patrol's scent flood in. Her heart leapt in excitement. They were coming this way! Now she would get to try out the new fighting tactics she had invented in the training hollow! Duskstorm, the light gray tom crouched beside her in the branches of the oak tree, must have sensed her excitement, because he shot her a warning glare. "What's wrong? They're trespassing, aren't they?" Rosethorn inquired loudly.
"Keep your voice down! Remember, we're not supposed to cause a commotion. Our leader sent us here to watch them!"
"We aren't?"
"Yes! Now shut up, mouse-brain!"
The young white cat did as advised when the scent of the patrol drew nearer. Upset because of the way Duskstorm was treating her, Rosethorn had a rebellious idea. Fine! She wouldn't cause a commotion, and she would watch them. After all, you needed to see your opponent when attacking in silence, didn't you?
Tensing her muscles, Rosethorn waited until the patrol was directly beneath the oak they were sitting in. There! She saw a dark gray pelt and two tabbies walking along the river of their side of the territory. Without further ado, Rosethorn leaped and landed squarely in the middle of one of the tabbies’ backs.
The shocked cat let out a muffled yowl before Rosethorn pressed his muzzle into the dirt. Out of the corner of her eye, she spotted Duskstorm imitating her actions, dropping stealthily onto the back of the gray she-cat. The second tabby, now seen up close, was a young apprentice, kit fur fluffed up. He backed into a tree and stayed there, eyes wide and a heavy fear-scent wafting from him.
Quick Description: A white she-cat with yellow eyes and a scarred nose.
Other: Likes voles
