Post by vogue on Jul 19, 2010 16:44:20 GMT -5
Steampaw of RiverClan[/center]
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Name: Steampaw
Age: six moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice [wanting to be medicine cat apprentice]
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Reason For Name:
She was named steampaw due to her mixed coloring that give a 'foggy ish' affect.
Previous Names: Steamkit
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One Sentence Description: Abnormal slender gray tortoiseshell.
Appearance: she sees herself in a different way, like she sees everything. because of the war going on between her mind and her eyes, she thinks shes much uglier than she really is. her undercoat is a dull white... no, almost gray. over this is several other colors, mostly oranges, yellows, and some gold tint. she has a sharp muzzle and slightly rounded ears. her legs are long and thin, though shes quite small. her eyes are black, flecked messily with golden chips, but rather dull. so maybe shes not entirely beautiful; but shes good at heart, which is all that matters, really.
when first seeing her, many get the impression of despair and loss, or a delicate fem who can break at the touch. well, shes not really lost in despair, though she sounds so at times, and if you call her fragile or delicate, ha, i hope you can run fast. she also happens to be quite agile and fit; like most well-taken care of cats. in short: her appearance can be quite misleading, as it leads no hint to her sarcastic and violent nature. many cats have learned this the hard way.
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Personality: well, shes not to complicated...well, maybe she is. hes very anti-social; and is fine with that. she has an overactive imagination, and knows it. and she knows that talking about her wild mind with others only makes them thinks shes crazy; imagination is a sickness to her. she doesn't discourage her imagination though; she just holds it in until shes alone, then lets it have full reign. along with being very imaginative, shes also a bit sarcastic, and a pro at self-criticism. shes a bit...disappointed with the world, and herself. she doesn't see either of them clearly; her mind has always tried to hide it from her, and not just in a figurative sense either. she actually doesn't see things right; her version of the world is ugly and imperfect, and other cats sometimes see this. they never mention it, which is just as well. she can be a bit snappy...and is paranoid about everything. shell try and write off everything as her imagination and lack of sleep, which is reasonable; she tends to not sleep well, for lots of reasons. one is the pain; she suffers from constant headaches, and a pain in her lower jaw. she also isn't a big fan of light, and there's just too much of it lately. she likes the dim, dull world that her mind tries to create. she isn't really happy in this world; but not unhappy either. shes just learned to live with everything.
Likes:
- she admires helping her clan.
- she admires helping the medicine cat, and someday wishes to become one.
- she admires her clan, and it is her number one priority to be loyal to it.
Dislikes:
- sunlight
- toms
- not a big fan of hunting
- being woken up
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History:
The moon was high on this soon-to-be bloody night. The wind was barely there, all that could be heard was the rustling of leaves as three feline-esque shapes moved through the undergrowth. One was large, her stomach sagging from the weight of full milk-sacs. She was slate gray, with small tufts of tan fur under her ears and around her chin. She looked tired, oh so very tired. The female kept looking back at the two smaller forms that struggled to keep up with her. They were her kits, a tom and a she-cat, both tiny as newborns. While they were most obviously not newborns, they couldn't be more than two or three moons. The tom was happily skipping along after her, but the female was moving at a slower pace, glancing around with narrowed eyes. It was obvious the fem was smarter than the male.
"Come, kits, we mustn't be late!" The mother called back to her kits. "Mum, where we goin'?" The female called, prowling in circles around her brother, who obviously did not care whether there was a badger, or a fox, or something waiting out there to gobble them up. The tiny she-cat hissed into the darkness, being protective of her brother. Moonlight filtered through the leaves onto her shaggy bodice, and her magnificently bright colors could be seen with ease. Orange, red, brown, yellow, gold... it was all there. Like a cornucopia of colors, this was the kit soon to be named Steamkit of RiverClan, though she had no idea. "Mum, where are we going, I asked?" She turned to her mother, but she was nowhere to be found. "Mum? Brother?" Neither of her family members were anywhere to be seen. She turned round in circles, finally catching sight of her brother. "Brother! Where is mum?" But he did not reply. The tom just stood there, staring into the darkness, whiskers quivering.
Oh no... The little she-cat thought something horrible had happened. She ran past her brother and into the darkness, running through brambles, stumbling over roots. She made her way as fast as she could to her mother, following the scent of her sweet-smelling pelt. But there was a new smell, a bitter one. The sour smell of freshly-shed blood. Cat blood. She soon laid eyes upon the havoc wreaked upon her mother's body. A mangled carcass lay before her, blood spattered everywhere. And right in the middle of it, a fox. The bright orange pelt of the sly animal was splotched messily with dark shadows, most likely her mother's blood. The fox was just leaning down to grab hold of the carcass when the kit shook her head and screamed. "No! No! Nonononono! Mother!" She dashed over to stand at her mother's side, but didn't make it that far. The fox stepped into her path, maw swooping down at her. She turned and ran as fast as she could, her tiny paws not getting her too far through the woods very fast. The fox was almost upon her, and then--
"I told you!" A few RiverClan warriors stood behind an apprentice, sniffing the air. As soon as that apprentice shouted, two took off at the fox. The fox ran, fast as he could, though the forest. The apprentice walked up to the kit and sniffed her. "Rogue." He said, turning to the warrior remaining. He nodded and sniffed around. "Three of them. Where's the others, kit?" He growled at the small she-cat. She lowered her head. "Mum's been killed by the fox. And brother..." She looked around, seeing nobody else. But she was standing on something sticky that smelled of blood. "He... he... he was k-kil..." She had to say no more. The warrior walked over and picked her up by the scruff of her neck, carrying her to camp.
The kit was taken in by a lovely queen whose kits had died of greencough. She named the lovely kit Steamkit, and raised her as if she were her very own kit. She asked her questions galore of what her life had been like as a loner, but gradually Steamkit lost almost all memories of even having a different life, having a different family. The queen had become her mother, the clan her family. She could not dream of another life, for this was her home, the way she wanted to live. RiverClan was where she belonged.
IC Example: My history is a History and IC example combined. c:
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