Post by [.-_§ n o w f a l l on Jun 28, 2007 1:14:41 GMT -5
Name: Snowfall
Moons: 21
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Deputy
Short-Description:
Other:
Moons: 21
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Deputy
Short-Description:
Gorgeous white she-cat with astounding cyan eyes; blind.Picture:
NoneDescription:
I am a pure white she-cat. My eyes? The most gorgeous and outstanding blue you'll ever see. Some compare them to Stormpool's exsquisite and breathtaking jewls. I am long-legged, very tall and skinny. My tail is slim at the base, and fans out like a wolf tail, though it's very long; it drags the ground. I have hair that is soft and sparkles in the light, medium in length. I have perfect round ears, that come to a tip at the top. My nose is a wonderful shade of pink, whiskers a gray barely visable from my pelt. My claws are perfectly sharp, and are pearl white like my teeth, which I have extra of. My eyes are almound-shaped and gorgeous, the image of a goddess.Personality:
But I'm blind.
I'm nice. Sure, you can call it that. But I'm also very wise. I know more than any elder could possibly fathom. I can speak to any sort of animal; except two-legs. But I know how to get what I want from them. My knowledge expends even that of StarClan almost; yes, I seem like a perfect cat. But still, I'm blind. I can fight, and I'm better than a lot of warriors. I can take on many at a time and come out with only bruises, but I don't flaunt it. I hate being blind. I've accepted it as a part of me, but still it hurts, and kills me to know I'll never see a sunset again, or a handsom tom, maybe even my true love. I'll never know the beauty of the world again, but so? I'm intellegent. I can speak to badgers, foxes, racoons, birds, mice, dogs even. But only because I have nothing else to do. I've heard all the stories from the elders, I know the tales. Big deal. I'm very sarcastic, and mean in general. Because I'm blind doesn't mean I'm a perfect angel who'll sit back and make idle chat with you.History:
I'm not happy...
I was blind from birth. You: "Yeah, but aren't white cats with blue eyes only deaf?" No. I'm blind; sorry, but my hearing's just fine. I was put outside a lot, like they thought it was just a minor problem. I was left alone oftentimes because my mother and father were mentors; so I learned to speak to other animals. I learned their stories and tales, accomplishments and failed goals. Everything was so interesting, I couldn't beleive it. It made me happy; being outside, away from people makes me happy. Eventually I was apprenticed; I exceeded the others quickly because of my knowledge of the forest. I memorized things-- trees, plants, areas where which medicines grew and such. I was asked to be a medicine cat apprentice; did I want it? No. I wanted to be a warrior. I wished to fight. And I got to. A lot of apprentices older than me learned from me, and my expiriences. Was I a role model? No, just a freak. I don't like to speak to anyone now.Role Playing Example:
I got up and walked to him, my eyes bearing down on him. I wasn't angry; tears were pouring down my cheeks, I could feel it. I knew it. I dropped like a sac to the ground next to him, pressing myself against him. I put my puzzle on his paws, my tears and his mingling as they fell to the ground. "That's horrible... it's awful...." I waited for long moments, just sitting there and begging him not to shove me away, and call me a freak. Everyone else did. "Even my mother called me a freak. I was the worse thing to happen to her; a deformed outkast kit. She told me daily she hated me when no one was around, just glaring at me, insulting me..." I coughed, and choked on my own breathe. When I was able to breathe again, I sighed, "I'm sorry I called you anti-social... you have every right." I would hate to live with that pain; I don't think I could stand it. I probably would have given up.Codeword: Rapids
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I love Snow. *Hugs*