Post by jubilee on Feb 13, 2011 18:42:42 GMT -5
River Clan
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Name: Petalfrost
Age: 1
Gender: Female
Clan: River Clan
Rank: Warrior
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Reason For Name: Her fur is the creamy color of a petal, with white streaks in it (frost). Another might say that her fur is soft like a petal, but her heart is frosty.
Previous Names: Petalkit, Petalpaw
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One Sentence Description: A beautiful, anti-social cat with an attitude and sardonic demeanor that gets her into trouble frequently.
Appearance: A smaller-than-normal cream-colored tabby cat. She has slender legs, small paws, a long tail, a small body, head, and ears, but her long, fluffy fur makes her seem bigger than she is, and she uses that to her advantage. Her eyes are a deep amber color, like the stuff you see insects frozen in.
Her fur is long and silky, like a petal, and a deep cream color, with white streaks in it. Her ears are pointed, and on her right ear she has a missing line from a fight she had when she was an apprentice. Her claws are long and sharp, though she doesn't use them often. Her body is very feminine and not built for fighting but running. Her nose is small, pale pink, and wet. Her whiskers are abnormally black and white instead of white.
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Personality: Petalfrost is a bit antisocial. She prefers to swim and sunbathe alone, though she sucks it up and goes on hunting parties when she is told. She tries, sometimes, to use her feminine willies to convince the males to do stuff for her, though her awkward and stanch moments normally make her look stupid and unattractive. She often sneaks away from camp to be alone.
She is very loud about her opinions. She likes for them to be known. Her big mouth gets her into trouble more than it helps. She normally is not very well liked among her peers. She is a good hunter, built for speed, and brags about it when she gets the chance, but she is not a good fighter. She doesn't like to fight, she isn't strong; the only advantage she has is a set of very sharp claws and an 80% accuracy rate.
Likes: Rabbit, scaring people, making cheesy jokes, sunning, swimming
Dislikes: Vole, getting scared, loners, blood, fighting
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History: Petalfrost was born in the River Clan camp to Skytail and Waterheart. The winter she was born, a terrible case of whitecough tore through the camp, and her mother, brother, and father died while she was able to pull through. She was adopted by another queen, Featherclaw. When she was a kit, she would constantly bury herself under a pile of moss in the back corner of the nursery where she was hidden from everyone, and have the whole clan looking for her though she was there the whole time.
When she was an apprentice, she always got into trouble because she would mouth off to Thunder Clan warriors and start almost-fights, and a lot of the time she was in the Elder's den making their beds. Since then she has calmed down, and preferred to be alone, mostly because she was tired of being in trouble and having no family finally hit her hard.
IC Example: Dulcibella stayed a reasonable distance from “the emperor.” With a title like that, she could barely contain her laughter. It was a funny title. Very prissy. She followed Sin and Korso up to the head of the trail, where Korso lingered too close for comfort, waiting for Sin to make the decision of what they’d be hunting. Dulcibella wanted to go after the bear so much that, if Sin chose the deer (which she could smell distinctly now), she might even say something. It didn’t occur to her that she was on a hunt with the most powerful people in the pack – the prospect of bear was mouth watering and she was going to get it. She actually wanted to eat something (a very rare thing for Dulcibella), so that means she needed to go after it. Maybe no one noticed she was absent at meal times and thinner than the average wolf. It saved her from having to come up with a reason.
Korso flicked his ears and turned his head toward her. Dulcibella froze for a short moment. Was he going to talk? shit, he talked. “Problem?” he asked. She snorted. A problem with what? She was glad this seemed to be a small gathering. Not many people showed up, probably because Korso was never assertive enough. What would happen if they didn’t show up and lazed around? Nothing. No punishment; not even a slap on the wrist. She would have taken that route, too, if she didn’t feel obligated to be here. Ever since she got promoted to First Ranger she felt she actually had to do crap. Dulcibella was that observant person that was always there but never said anything. She noticed more than a body would think she did, and one of the things she noticed most often was Korso’s kind nature. He was begging to be taken advantage of.
“Problem with what?” she finally mumbled, flicking her ears awkwardly. She had never talked to Korso before. He was just some that was there and gave her orders, which he didn’t do often. A few spirits slinked around the trail. One of them howled very loudly, and Dulcibella laid her ears back so the sound was muddled. Damn spirits. Dulcibella’s eyes slid over to Sin, hoping he’d make his decision soon. She wanted to hunt, not talk, but she guessed Korso wouldn’t give up so easily and would make her talk at least a little bit. He had asked her a question, he probably wanted an answer.
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