Post by arrianacorr on Dec 31, 2006 13:28:24 GMT -5
b]Name: [/b]Driftingpaw
Rank:Apprentice
Clan: Riverclan
Gender:She-cat
Age:8 moons
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description: Sleek blissful peace drapes over this young cats silky, smooth coat. The rippling pebbly pattern echoes about her, leaving a strong imprint of beauty on any eyes that fade at her sight. Glistening like the moon under a hazy glow, orbs are sunk, deep as if holding great amounts of inner wisdom, the shimmering light of her wisdom just seeping through, little sparks in her pupils, and so very feline that see's her is almost hooked, caught up and tangled in her net of mystification, and serenity.
Drifting paws body is plastered softly in a sprinkling of dappled shadows, sprawled across a rolling valley of sandy fur. The curves of the magnificent cats back sweep as if a crescent, glimmering like diamonds on some precious ladies ring. Growing swiftly up from her limbs, a swooping, graceful tail flaps about in the gentle breeze, singing her song of relaxation, fanning the beauty into the rush of the world.
yet the most catching feature of this felines graceful, addictive figure; is her face. Rather dignified, yet modest, and hiding it's immense powers in modesty... It seems so perfect, perfect that it never changes. The cabbage toned, misty eyes, and her soft floury whiskers, her ears, erect, but slightly floppy, dropping with relaxation. And her smile, the soft, placid long slow smile, that is pasted on her face, no matter how hard the storms swirl about her, or the sun comes battering down, it is still the same smile. Still, calms and soft, hooking any viewers into her world where everything seems to flow. And in the toughest most rocky treachorous times that the clans have to face, just a look at her, justa peek at this young cat who seems so settled. yet inside, she has something else beneath all this peace and wonderous beauty, dreaming, flaoting, and she is always drifting.
Quick Appearance: A sandy toned dappled cat, with emerald orbs that hook with her beauty. Always placid, dreaming and smiling, a soft still slow smile.
Personality: Obeying is the rule that bridges her dreamy hearts ambitions. The rules and importance, the high loyalty of the clan dominates any wishes to float elsewhere. This, of course makes her a delight to her elders and menos, and a bunch of useful help that holds up the clan, like every other clan member she is a peg on the line. Just a peg, like evry other peg, and they are al sitting on the same line, but this peg is one of those few that holds something between its teeth in it's powerful, wistful grasp. A handful of help, and knowledege, she offers, and one day, maybe one day, this modest feline hopes to let the gown she holds. The gown she drapes in innocent white, to shine golden; brighter than the sun, bringing a glow of happiness to loom over Riverclan, to ward away the frozen shadows that chill the clans sorrows.
As well as being obedient, Driftingpaw is very intelligent, yet she prefers to hide her precious knowledge, or perhaps sometimes, she wonders, others wonder, perhaps she uses it for something else. Yous ee whilst doing every little thing that she is inclined to do, whilst endavouring the hardest she can to please, and bring hope to the world, she likes to please herself as well, a little well in her heart needs to be filled, just as very other living things. She dreams, Driftingpaw dreams of the day she'll save the clan form evil, she dreams of the day she will rescue a lost kit, she dreams of the day she finds the perfect mate, and mots of all she dreams of serenity. Peace, hope and ligfht, that she is ever trying to reach.
The only slight hinderence, or flaw as you may call it that occurs in her bag of charcteristics, is her secrecy. Alrthough she only means good, and doesn't want to baost, these things all add up, weaving the unique side effects that follow any action. Unfortunately her modesty and peace rule out any open gates in her mind, and the knowledge she beholds becomes locked away, and very often you find she swallows the key. This means, that even though she is endlessly dreaming, her little mouth stays utterly closed until the necessary moment, making her seem incredibly shy. When given the chance, when under the pressure her heart will sink, and one day she will break the barrier that veils her thoights. She will let out all the pain she locks away, and the evil she banishes, all the badness she cloaks in her placid ways, the shadows that are smothered in her endless smile. But who knows, exzcept her the secrets, the mistakes and the endless jabbing pain that rakes at her heart, stabs at the corners of her grin. Who knows...
History: Thrown against a battered teal rock, lashed by the heart of the river, a small orphaned kit, wailing her heart out into the thrashing rain. Blackness drooped, gloopy thick ink of sorrow, trickling from the sky, a flash of electric yellow, stuck the nights sky. "mewwwww!", the poor helpless kit couldn't let any more water leak from her eyes, they were misted, sorrowful and drowning in pain as pebbles and scree began flying up from the unsettled sand and sediment at the bottom of the churning, swirling river. There was no one, nothing but her, nothing but the poor little kitten, stranded beside her sorrow nad pain. One last glance, she thought, one last look, and she attempted to snatch it from the side of the mossy bank were she had begun this endless ride on the rushing flow of the river. there she was, prowling into the horizon, tail swinging in dignity, master of the arts, trotting onwards, deep deep...
A wave of cool blue splashed over her curious ears, sunken, bubblss began flying upwards from her falling posture. "meeee" The cat attempted another wail, nothing left, nothing but anger and tears. With such a tremendous brain the cta knew everything her mother thought she didn't. Her mother expected her to be stalking the glittering stars in the sky, prowling by the moon and the cats of the past, she knew all about Starclan, and she was not going there. She knew how much her mothers scarred and battered face loathed her pretty smoothe one, and now was not the end.
With such determination, the kitten struggled with the current, and eventually won the battle, without a clue how she reached the shore, but without a care either, now she was there, she had reached safety, and she would be joining thesky many many moons after her mother. Many many.
Stepping between the fronds of mossy coloured grass, the dewy strands brushing her pelt, the cat decided that this would be her home. her mother may have wanted her to become a drifting soul of nothingness, and may have dropped her by these banks, but this felt right, a smell hung in the air, and she knew it smelt familiar. Home, life, me. And she knew this was her home. And now she would patroll it's grounds and dedeicte her life to everything here, be as good as she can, and prove her silly mother wrong, she would always be happy. Always be better tehn she ever could imagine. She would always try. Try to forget. Forget everything from before, this is you, it is me.
Her father, had infatc been a riverclan cat, and had fallen in love with her mother, a rogue, and a loner. The kit had been born, and the mystery of her fathers death was only witnessed by theyes of the murderer herself, and the poor kit, Driftingpaw. Riverclan missed him dreadfully, and at once when the little kit turned up, mysteriously onw night, they didn't know how or why, but the same sparkle of the eyes, the same identical markings pointed out this was his kitten. her mother knew thd angers that faced her for murdering a loyal cat, so to rid any evidence she tried to kill her own kitten. of course driftingpaw survived, but whether she ever tells the secret, no one will know.
IC: Prodding the damp, wet, frozen ground her dainty paws ventured out into the blustering cold. "Hello?" , driftingpaws soft smooth opal shing voice echoed around the pure whiteness of the clan. "Hello!" She dared to add a little emphasis to her clam voice.; just a little. She moved swiftly onwards, and her curiosity reached the domination of her heart, at last the cat managed to peek insode the warriors den. It was empty.... Her heart skipped a beat, as fats as she could the cat began pelting across the territory, and slowly, as softly as she could magae easing her way inside the apprentice den where she had come from. All asleep, the soft body heaving and sinking at in orderly times, a symphony of breathing ushered her into the seeping warmth, so temting. Just to collapse back into sleep. TRo rescue her dreams once again, and sleep.
Swiftly Driftingpaw turned her back to the den, she knew what she had to do. At once, whilst draing in a deep breath, she began to pad her way towards the entrance of Flowingstars den. Deep, peace and clam, she puzzled and wondered endlessy about the possibilities. It was probably nothing to worry about. She mewed, "hello, Flowingstar?" And sat thee, placid, headtilted, tail sweeping about her paws. Waiting. Hoping.
CodeWords: Revelance
Rank:Apprentice
Clan: Riverclan
Gender:She-cat
Age:8 moons
Picture (Optional):
Physical Description: Sleek blissful peace drapes over this young cats silky, smooth coat. The rippling pebbly pattern echoes about her, leaving a strong imprint of beauty on any eyes that fade at her sight. Glistening like the moon under a hazy glow, orbs are sunk, deep as if holding great amounts of inner wisdom, the shimmering light of her wisdom just seeping through, little sparks in her pupils, and so very feline that see's her is almost hooked, caught up and tangled in her net of mystification, and serenity.
Drifting paws body is plastered softly in a sprinkling of dappled shadows, sprawled across a rolling valley of sandy fur. The curves of the magnificent cats back sweep as if a crescent, glimmering like diamonds on some precious ladies ring. Growing swiftly up from her limbs, a swooping, graceful tail flaps about in the gentle breeze, singing her song of relaxation, fanning the beauty into the rush of the world.
yet the most catching feature of this felines graceful, addictive figure; is her face. Rather dignified, yet modest, and hiding it's immense powers in modesty... It seems so perfect, perfect that it never changes. The cabbage toned, misty eyes, and her soft floury whiskers, her ears, erect, but slightly floppy, dropping with relaxation. And her smile, the soft, placid long slow smile, that is pasted on her face, no matter how hard the storms swirl about her, or the sun comes battering down, it is still the same smile. Still, calms and soft, hooking any viewers into her world where everything seems to flow. And in the toughest most rocky treachorous times that the clans have to face, just a look at her, justa peek at this young cat who seems so settled. yet inside, she has something else beneath all this peace and wonderous beauty, dreaming, flaoting, and she is always drifting.
Quick Appearance: A sandy toned dappled cat, with emerald orbs that hook with her beauty. Always placid, dreaming and smiling, a soft still slow smile.
Personality: Obeying is the rule that bridges her dreamy hearts ambitions. The rules and importance, the high loyalty of the clan dominates any wishes to float elsewhere. This, of course makes her a delight to her elders and menos, and a bunch of useful help that holds up the clan, like every other clan member she is a peg on the line. Just a peg, like evry other peg, and they are al sitting on the same line, but this peg is one of those few that holds something between its teeth in it's powerful, wistful grasp. A handful of help, and knowledege, she offers, and one day, maybe one day, this modest feline hopes to let the gown she holds. The gown she drapes in innocent white, to shine golden; brighter than the sun, bringing a glow of happiness to loom over Riverclan, to ward away the frozen shadows that chill the clans sorrows.
As well as being obedient, Driftingpaw is very intelligent, yet she prefers to hide her precious knowledge, or perhaps sometimes, she wonders, others wonder, perhaps she uses it for something else. Yous ee whilst doing every little thing that she is inclined to do, whilst endavouring the hardest she can to please, and bring hope to the world, she likes to please herself as well, a little well in her heart needs to be filled, just as very other living things. She dreams, Driftingpaw dreams of the day she'll save the clan form evil, she dreams of the day she will rescue a lost kit, she dreams of the day she finds the perfect mate, and mots of all she dreams of serenity. Peace, hope and ligfht, that she is ever trying to reach.
The only slight hinderence, or flaw as you may call it that occurs in her bag of charcteristics, is her secrecy. Alrthough she only means good, and doesn't want to baost, these things all add up, weaving the unique side effects that follow any action. Unfortunately her modesty and peace rule out any open gates in her mind, and the knowledge she beholds becomes locked away, and very often you find she swallows the key. This means, that even though she is endlessly dreaming, her little mouth stays utterly closed until the necessary moment, making her seem incredibly shy. When given the chance, when under the pressure her heart will sink, and one day she will break the barrier that veils her thoights. She will let out all the pain she locks away, and the evil she banishes, all the badness she cloaks in her placid ways, the shadows that are smothered in her endless smile. But who knows, exzcept her the secrets, the mistakes and the endless jabbing pain that rakes at her heart, stabs at the corners of her grin. Who knows...
History: Thrown against a battered teal rock, lashed by the heart of the river, a small orphaned kit, wailing her heart out into the thrashing rain. Blackness drooped, gloopy thick ink of sorrow, trickling from the sky, a flash of electric yellow, stuck the nights sky. "mewwwww!", the poor helpless kit couldn't let any more water leak from her eyes, they were misted, sorrowful and drowning in pain as pebbles and scree began flying up from the unsettled sand and sediment at the bottom of the churning, swirling river. There was no one, nothing but her, nothing but the poor little kitten, stranded beside her sorrow nad pain. One last glance, she thought, one last look, and she attempted to snatch it from the side of the mossy bank were she had begun this endless ride on the rushing flow of the river. there she was, prowling into the horizon, tail swinging in dignity, master of the arts, trotting onwards, deep deep...
A wave of cool blue splashed over her curious ears, sunken, bubblss began flying upwards from her falling posture. "meeee" The cat attempted another wail, nothing left, nothing but anger and tears. With such a tremendous brain the cta knew everything her mother thought she didn't. Her mother expected her to be stalking the glittering stars in the sky, prowling by the moon and the cats of the past, she knew all about Starclan, and she was not going there. She knew how much her mothers scarred and battered face loathed her pretty smoothe one, and now was not the end.
With such determination, the kitten struggled with the current, and eventually won the battle, without a clue how she reached the shore, but without a care either, now she was there, she had reached safety, and she would be joining thesky many many moons after her mother. Many many.
Stepping between the fronds of mossy coloured grass, the dewy strands brushing her pelt, the cat decided that this would be her home. her mother may have wanted her to become a drifting soul of nothingness, and may have dropped her by these banks, but this felt right, a smell hung in the air, and she knew it smelt familiar. Home, life, me. And she knew this was her home. And now she would patroll it's grounds and dedeicte her life to everything here, be as good as she can, and prove her silly mother wrong, she would always be happy. Always be better tehn she ever could imagine. She would always try. Try to forget. Forget everything from before, this is you, it is me.
Her father, had infatc been a riverclan cat, and had fallen in love with her mother, a rogue, and a loner. The kit had been born, and the mystery of her fathers death was only witnessed by theyes of the murderer herself, and the poor kit, Driftingpaw. Riverclan missed him dreadfully, and at once when the little kit turned up, mysteriously onw night, they didn't know how or why, but the same sparkle of the eyes, the same identical markings pointed out this was his kitten. her mother knew thd angers that faced her for murdering a loyal cat, so to rid any evidence she tried to kill her own kitten. of course driftingpaw survived, but whether she ever tells the secret, no one will know.
IC: Prodding the damp, wet, frozen ground her dainty paws ventured out into the blustering cold. "Hello?" , driftingpaws soft smooth opal shing voice echoed around the pure whiteness of the clan. "Hello!" She dared to add a little emphasis to her clam voice.; just a little. She moved swiftly onwards, and her curiosity reached the domination of her heart, at last the cat managed to peek insode the warriors den. It was empty.... Her heart skipped a beat, as fats as she could the cat began pelting across the territory, and slowly, as softly as she could magae easing her way inside the apprentice den where she had come from. All asleep, the soft body heaving and sinking at in orderly times, a symphony of breathing ushered her into the seeping warmth, so temting. Just to collapse back into sleep. TRo rescue her dreams once again, and sleep.
Swiftly Driftingpaw turned her back to the den, she knew what she had to do. At once, whilst draing in a deep breath, she began to pad her way towards the entrance of Flowingstars den. Deep, peace and clam, she puzzled and wondered endlessy about the possibilities. It was probably nothing to worry about. She mewed, "hello, Flowingstar?" And sat thee, placid, headtilted, tail sweeping about her paws. Waiting. Hoping.
CodeWords: Revelance
