Post by X|xPoisonx|X on Jun 22, 2012 0:12:05 GMT -5
NAME:Rainsong
GENDER: She-cat
AGE: 32 moons
RANK: Warrior
CLAN: Westclan
Picture:
DESCRIPTION:
~I'm shedding~
Rainsong has a nice coat that is not too thick but long enough that she doesn't get cold. Her whiskers are a brilliant white that shows even with her coat color. Thick and luxurious her pelt sheds water well but that doesn't mean she enjoys getting her paws wet. In the same way it sheds water her pelt is good protection from the elements.
~Shedding every color~
Rainsong's fur color is amazing. She has a lovely white base color with shades of silver that highlights her back and tail. She has a few isolated spots of black on her back paws for instance they are jet black up to the elbow joint. It looks like Rainsong's fur was originally black but it was washed away and left her with sparkling white fur accented with her wonderful silver and black highlights. Her slightly short thick tail is capped in black with three silver hairs splitting off the very tip.
~Trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin~
Rainsong has a beautiful aura. She seems very trustworthy and straightforward most all the time and it shows in her body language. She always is a bit on edge her muscles always half-bunched but she never looks too tense to talk to. Her fur color compliments her amazing eyes. Her eyes are a dark dark blue with odd shimmers of almost lavender around her iris. Her nose is a dark pink color as well as her tongue.
~'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect~
Rainsong's beautiful pelt isn't perfect by any means. She has her fair share of scars, both mentally and physically. On her right forepaw barely seen under her silvery pelt there is a thick ropey beige colored scar, it originates at her elbow joint and twists down to the top of her paw. A reminder to her that foxes are no joke. Her underbelly is a mess of tiny white scars that are generally unseen by anyone. She has yet to have her ears torn though and takes pride in that small accomplishment. Her long hooked claws bear the stains of many a battle and have taken on a tainted redish tint. Though very feminine and pretty she is visibly strong and looks very much a warrior.
PERSONALITY:
~Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams~
Rainsong is a dreamer. She aspires to to greatness and hopefully have her name remembered for a long time to come. Rainsong is a very determined cat. She enjoys a good fight but will settle for resting on the rotting logs of Westclan. Her heart is as black as ice but on the outside she only shows concern and a misunderstood gentleness. Rainsong is tricky in the fact that she will share nothing with others but will listen intently to anything another cat would tell her. She absorbs every secret and weakness of other cats so that she will be able to use them against them someday. She is an excellent fighter as she always dreamed to be and takes pride in her superior knowledge of fighting. Though she is a superior fighter she is not invincible, she'll never admit it but she has lost a few fights. Very prideful she refuses to run away from battle with her tail tucked between her legs.
~Let it wash away my sanity~
Rainsong is not always the sanest cat. At times something snaps inside the deceivingly beautiful she-cat and she shows her deepest secret. It's not always anger that brings up her insanity. Sometimes just a glimpse of her past or a hidden memory of something she does not even know. Things will awaken her and send her brain onto a higher level. She goes into a sort of trance that only certain cats can bring her out of. The trance seems to take her over and turn her increasingly violent and aggressive toward most all spectrum's of life. She does not give into her insanity often but the fear of triggering it keeps her on high alert at all times. In very tight control of herself with moons of practice she bottles her anger and only ever uses her stinging words on cats from other clans. Fiercely loyal she tends to distrust and even despise,a little, the cats from other clans. Not really interesting in making friends with them or even conversing much beyond what is polite. She can bring herself to work with other clan cats when it is needed though,
~'Cause I wanna feel the thunder I wanna scream~
Rainsong has a soft side buried deep within her. She rarely shows this tender side but when you manage to unlock it the possibility's are endless. She has a broken heart underneath all her domineer that just needs to be found. When she has finally found the love, or friendship that is needed to uncover this side of her Rainsong will have made the best friend they could ever make. One of Rainsong's greatest loves in this world is watching the sunset with a friend or two. Often slipping away into the forest to climb a tree and gaze upon the bloody death of the heavily host. She has a particular fondness of the moon as well. Feeling calmer under it's white light she is a bit of a night owl. Rising early on the other hand is not he favorite thing and she gets a little grumpy in the morning sometimes.
HISTORY:
~Lets go back~
Rainkit was born a purebred Westclan cat. She was as prideful as she was sly even as a small kit and grew into a beautiful cat. She was praised even as a kit for her surpassing beauty and crafty mind. At four moons Rainkit escaped her mother and went on an adventure into the depths of Westclan territory. She ventured near to the Northclan border and was picked up by a warrior who picked her up fighting and drug the kit back to camp. Though furious the leader at the time did not punish little Rainkit. She was just like he was one point in time. Rainkit grew much over the next two moons and was more than ready to become a apprentice at the age of six moons.
~Back to the beginning~
Rainpaw was mentored by a magnificent role-model by the name of Bloodhaven. Bloodhaven was an older she-cat but she was well respected as a fighter. She taught young Rainpaw everything she knew and a few battle moves that are as vicious as they are surprising. The apprentice was a skilled fighter by the age of 9 moons. She lagged a bit in the hunting department though. Finding stalking and killing prey to be rather drab it took Bloodhaven many, many days of dragging the reluctant Rainpaw out to hunt before she had mastered the basic hunting skills. She just stared her training but she was surpassing many in the ways of fighting. Though usually messy, sloppy, and crude she could also bring prey hoe to feed her clanmates. The one task she verily refused to do was take care of the elders. Saying they had lived longer than anyone else and so they should know better than the rest how to take care of themselves. Finding excuses and on one occasion even faking a bellyache to get out of elder duty an exasperated Bloodhaven soon gave up on giving her apprentice that particular chore.
~Back to when the earth the moon the stars all aligned~
By the age of 11 moons Rainpaw's true nature began to show through. She received terrible head aches and became violently ill at one point, foaming at the mouth and her eyes glazed she was quarantined in the medicine den for a few days.. In one of her odd fits of rage the still young she-apprentice stormed off Westclan territory into lands unknown. Her mind was not in a good place and Rainpaw soon fell into trouble. At only 11 moons the she-cat was not full grown and a large snake could prove a great deal of trouble to a cat her size. The deranged apprentice encountered a viper of normal size but incredibly deadly she tried to dodge the snake's fangs but it struck too quickly.
~Cause different didn't feel so different~
Awaking in a herb smelling den four moons after her accident in the lands unknown to the clan Rainpaw knew nothing of her past. Not her name or her clan. Terrified of those around her she had to be chased pinned and dragged back to camp upon awaking. She was treated by the Westclan medicine cat for shock but still her memories remained hidden. As she was told of her past and all she had done the apprentice of 16 moons was abashed about her wrong doings. Rainpaw's grief only deepened when she learned that it was Bloodhaven who had found her and that Bloodhaven had died at the same vipers venomous fangs while Rainpaw was in her coma. It was said that the apprentice would awaken once a day to be fed but never spoke a word and most of the time never even opened her eyes. She recovered nicely from her ordeal because of her medicine cat and soon was back to training with another warrior.
~Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean~
She became know as Rainsong near her twenty first moon. She was very old for a apprentice but she had to re-learn all that she had once known. All that she had been able to almost skip was fighting she some-how knew how to fight and was very, very good at it. She moved on through life with a wicked shadow hanging over her head at the thought of Bloodhaven. Almost 2 moons after she became a warrior she was given an apprentice of her own. Though she didn't particularly enjoy it she did well. She soon blossomed into a beautiful mature she-cat. Always very concerned with the ongoings in her clan and ever striving to better it she was a popular she-cat, if only they knew the darkness that lies in her heart.
Role play sample: ~I can’t hide the monster… anymore The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time~
Blood....staining the sky. Turning the very earth into miserable crimson. Terror....gripping a fragile heart in a fatal embrace. Pain....slicing through a delicate body flaying skin from bone. Death....silencing the final struggles of a pathetic creature.
Harsh jangling laughter split the bloody sunset into fragments. A powerful feline throwing back her beautiful head in twisted joy. Claws hooking into and tossing a lifeless shrew high into the skyline. Outlined in the dying suns last rays the prey tumbled end over end into the still air. Thudding grimly against a wizened tree and coming to rest at bloody paws.
Paws and claws dyed a grisly shade of red the she-cat smirked over her measly catch. Her striking blue eyes narrowing in pleasure at the thought of her messy kill. The rush of power that coursed her toned body made her curl her black capped tail in satisfaction. Curved claws as sharp as rose thorns sink deeply into the earth revealing a deep set agitation. With a growl and flick of her tail the she-cat snatches up her prey and tears away through the marsh. Her powerful body springing lightly, and almost silently across the ground. Over, and under, then through the undergrowth she weaves. The still warm catch swinging from her pearly fangs.
'My name...Is Rainsong. I will make sure it is remembered.. Even if it is in infamy!' The thoughts bubble into Rainsong's brain. Her tail lashing excitedly she lets out a muffled yowl through her jaws and launches forward with renewed vigor. The sun dying at her back the proud Westclan warrior races homeward. Her malicious, sly mind drifting over thoughts of battle and glory...and of course as always death.
RELATIONSHIPS: N/A
OTHER: Behold this she-cat theme song Riptide by Sick Puppies Click=]
GENDER: She-cat
AGE: 32 moons
RANK: Warrior
CLAN: Westclan
Picture:
DESCRIPTION:
~I'm shedding~
Rainsong has a nice coat that is not too thick but long enough that she doesn't get cold. Her whiskers are a brilliant white that shows even with her coat color. Thick and luxurious her pelt sheds water well but that doesn't mean she enjoys getting her paws wet. In the same way it sheds water her pelt is good protection from the elements.
~Shedding every color~
Rainsong's fur color is amazing. She has a lovely white base color with shades of silver that highlights her back and tail. She has a few isolated spots of black on her back paws for instance they are jet black up to the elbow joint. It looks like Rainsong's fur was originally black but it was washed away and left her with sparkling white fur accented with her wonderful silver and black highlights. Her slightly short thick tail is capped in black with three silver hairs splitting off the very tip.
~Trying to find a pigment of truth beneath my skin~
Rainsong has a beautiful aura. She seems very trustworthy and straightforward most all the time and it shows in her body language. She always is a bit on edge her muscles always half-bunched but she never looks too tense to talk to. Her fur color compliments her amazing eyes. Her eyes are a dark dark blue with odd shimmers of almost lavender around her iris. Her nose is a dark pink color as well as her tongue.
~'Cause perfect didn't feel so perfect~
Rainsong's beautiful pelt isn't perfect by any means. She has her fair share of scars, both mentally and physically. On her right forepaw barely seen under her silvery pelt there is a thick ropey beige colored scar, it originates at her elbow joint and twists down to the top of her paw. A reminder to her that foxes are no joke. Her underbelly is a mess of tiny white scars that are generally unseen by anyone. She has yet to have her ears torn though and takes pride in that small accomplishment. Her long hooked claws bear the stains of many a battle and have taken on a tainted redish tint. Though very feminine and pretty she is visibly strong and looks very much a warrior.
PERSONALITY:
~Let the rain fall down and wake my dreams~
Rainsong is a dreamer. She aspires to to greatness and hopefully have her name remembered for a long time to come. Rainsong is a very determined cat. She enjoys a good fight but will settle for resting on the rotting logs of Westclan. Her heart is as black as ice but on the outside she only shows concern and a misunderstood gentleness. Rainsong is tricky in the fact that she will share nothing with others but will listen intently to anything another cat would tell her. She absorbs every secret and weakness of other cats so that she will be able to use them against them someday. She is an excellent fighter as she always dreamed to be and takes pride in her superior knowledge of fighting. Though she is a superior fighter she is not invincible, she'll never admit it but she has lost a few fights. Very prideful she refuses to run away from battle with her tail tucked between her legs.
~Let it wash away my sanity~
Rainsong is not always the sanest cat. At times something snaps inside the deceivingly beautiful she-cat and she shows her deepest secret. It's not always anger that brings up her insanity. Sometimes just a glimpse of her past or a hidden memory of something she does not even know. Things will awaken her and send her brain onto a higher level. She goes into a sort of trance that only certain cats can bring her out of. The trance seems to take her over and turn her increasingly violent and aggressive toward most all spectrum's of life. She does not give into her insanity often but the fear of triggering it keeps her on high alert at all times. In very tight control of herself with moons of practice she bottles her anger and only ever uses her stinging words on cats from other clans. Fiercely loyal she tends to distrust and even despise,a little, the cats from other clans. Not really interesting in making friends with them or even conversing much beyond what is polite. She can bring herself to work with other clan cats when it is needed though,
~'Cause I wanna feel the thunder I wanna scream~
Rainsong has a soft side buried deep within her. She rarely shows this tender side but when you manage to unlock it the possibility's are endless. She has a broken heart underneath all her domineer that just needs to be found. When she has finally found the love, or friendship that is needed to uncover this side of her Rainsong will have made the best friend they could ever make. One of Rainsong's greatest loves in this world is watching the sunset with a friend or two. Often slipping away into the forest to climb a tree and gaze upon the bloody death of the heavily host. She has a particular fondness of the moon as well. Feeling calmer under it's white light she is a bit of a night owl. Rising early on the other hand is not he favorite thing and she gets a little grumpy in the morning sometimes.
HISTORY:
~Lets go back~
Rainkit was born a purebred Westclan cat. She was as prideful as she was sly even as a small kit and grew into a beautiful cat. She was praised even as a kit for her surpassing beauty and crafty mind. At four moons Rainkit escaped her mother and went on an adventure into the depths of Westclan territory. She ventured near to the Northclan border and was picked up by a warrior who picked her up fighting and drug the kit back to camp. Though furious the leader at the time did not punish little Rainkit. She was just like he was one point in time. Rainkit grew much over the next two moons and was more than ready to become a apprentice at the age of six moons.
~Back to the beginning~
Rainpaw was mentored by a magnificent role-model by the name of Bloodhaven. Bloodhaven was an older she-cat but she was well respected as a fighter. She taught young Rainpaw everything she knew and a few battle moves that are as vicious as they are surprising. The apprentice was a skilled fighter by the age of 9 moons. She lagged a bit in the hunting department though. Finding stalking and killing prey to be rather drab it took Bloodhaven many, many days of dragging the reluctant Rainpaw out to hunt before she had mastered the basic hunting skills. She just stared her training but she was surpassing many in the ways of fighting. Though usually messy, sloppy, and crude she could also bring prey hoe to feed her clanmates. The one task she verily refused to do was take care of the elders. Saying they had lived longer than anyone else and so they should know better than the rest how to take care of themselves. Finding excuses and on one occasion even faking a bellyache to get out of elder duty an exasperated Bloodhaven soon gave up on giving her apprentice that particular chore.
~Back to when the earth the moon the stars all aligned~
By the age of 11 moons Rainpaw's true nature began to show through. She received terrible head aches and became violently ill at one point, foaming at the mouth and her eyes glazed she was quarantined in the medicine den for a few days.. In one of her odd fits of rage the still young she-apprentice stormed off Westclan territory into lands unknown. Her mind was not in a good place and Rainpaw soon fell into trouble. At only 11 moons the she-cat was not full grown and a large snake could prove a great deal of trouble to a cat her size. The deranged apprentice encountered a viper of normal size but incredibly deadly she tried to dodge the snake's fangs but it struck too quickly.
~Cause different didn't feel so different~
Awaking in a herb smelling den four moons after her accident in the lands unknown to the clan Rainpaw knew nothing of her past. Not her name or her clan. Terrified of those around her she had to be chased pinned and dragged back to camp upon awaking. She was treated by the Westclan medicine cat for shock but still her memories remained hidden. As she was told of her past and all she had done the apprentice of 16 moons was abashed about her wrong doings. Rainpaw's grief only deepened when she learned that it was Bloodhaven who had found her and that Bloodhaven had died at the same vipers venomous fangs while Rainpaw was in her coma. It was said that the apprentice would awaken once a day to be fed but never spoke a word and most of the time never even opened her eyes. She recovered nicely from her ordeal because of her medicine cat and soon was back to training with another warrior.
~Let the rain fall down
I'm coming clean~
She became know as Rainsong near her twenty first moon. She was very old for a apprentice but she had to re-learn all that she had once known. All that she had been able to almost skip was fighting she some-how knew how to fight and was very, very good at it. She moved on through life with a wicked shadow hanging over her head at the thought of Bloodhaven. Almost 2 moons after she became a warrior she was given an apprentice of her own. Though she didn't particularly enjoy it she did well. She soon blossomed into a beautiful mature she-cat. Always very concerned with the ongoings in her clan and ever striving to better it she was a popular she-cat, if only they knew the darkness that lies in her heart.
Role play sample: ~I can’t hide the monster… anymore The darkness has been biding its time
To claim its latest victim,
Fresh meat for carnal desires,
To become, what I became.
I viewed the sun for the last time~
Blood....staining the sky. Turning the very earth into miserable crimson. Terror....gripping a fragile heart in a fatal embrace. Pain....slicing through a delicate body flaying skin from bone. Death....silencing the final struggles of a pathetic creature.
Harsh jangling laughter split the bloody sunset into fragments. A powerful feline throwing back her beautiful head in twisted joy. Claws hooking into and tossing a lifeless shrew high into the skyline. Outlined in the dying suns last rays the prey tumbled end over end into the still air. Thudding grimly against a wizened tree and coming to rest at bloody paws.
Paws and claws dyed a grisly shade of red the she-cat smirked over her measly catch. Her striking blue eyes narrowing in pleasure at the thought of her messy kill. The rush of power that coursed her toned body made her curl her black capped tail in satisfaction. Curved claws as sharp as rose thorns sink deeply into the earth revealing a deep set agitation. With a growl and flick of her tail the she-cat snatches up her prey and tears away through the marsh. Her powerful body springing lightly, and almost silently across the ground. Over, and under, then through the undergrowth she weaves. The still warm catch swinging from her pearly fangs.
'My name...Is Rainsong. I will make sure it is remembered.. Even if it is in infamy!' The thoughts bubble into Rainsong's brain. Her tail lashing excitedly she lets out a muffled yowl through her jaws and launches forward with renewed vigor. The sun dying at her back the proud Westclan warrior races homeward. Her malicious, sly mind drifting over thoughts of battle and glory...and of course as always death.
RELATIONSHIPS: N/A
OTHER: Behold this she-cat theme song Riptide by Sick Puppies Click=]
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