Post by Sєяvαl on May 8, 2011 23:01:14 GMT -5
Name: Basilpaw
Moons: 10 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Medicine Cat [Apprentice]
Short-Description:
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Moons: 10 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Medicine Cat [Apprentice]
Short-Description:
Basilpaw is a moody she-cat medicine cat apprentice from StormClan.Picture:
meow-cats.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/AbyssinianBlue.JPGDescription:
Basilpaw is a beautiful Abysinnian blue she-cat. Her fur is very well-kept and cleaned daily. Her eyes are a beautiful yellow color that shine with her great wisdom despite young age. Maybe it comes naturally. No cat knows... Her pelt is short-haired and starts black on her back, then gradually becomes a ruddy tan as it reaches her belly. She takes great pride in her pelt. Her tail is small and fragile and is the same color as her pelt -- black at the top while gradually turning to a ruddy tan upon reaching the bottom side. Her ears are black in the center back side, but fade out to the same ruddy tan as on her belly. Her paws are quick and fragile, perfect for handling and applying herbs to a wounded cat. When she walks she moves like liquid -- never stirring anything while moving fast and fluid. She is easily compared to an angel... But she's more like a devil in disguise. Her claws are curved perfectly for ripping a cat's guts out, and she can do it perfectly easy if need be. Her fluid movements help her evade attacks and attack quickly and flawlessly.Personality:
BasilPaw is one girly cat, her pelt has to be perfect, her paws can't be dirty, and she has to smell like newly-picked herbs. She DOESN'T like getting dirty. And she especially doesn't like leaving Camp when it's raining outside. But when she's frightened, or angry -- especially angry -- all H*** will break loose on whatever frightened her and/or angered her. This side of her won't be afraid of getting her paws dirty, no, it'll love it. But lord help you, if you don't get out of there, you're doomed to be destroyed by her wrath!.. But on the bright side, she'll get over it easily and quickly. She has THE ULTIMATE mood swings. One second she's angry, next she's licking a kit to sleep. So be careful about these mood swings, they're potential fights. She very needy, too. If she's left alone for too long, she'll get lonely and depressed. Truth is, if compared to dogs, she's a pack dog, not a loner. She needs attention and has to feel important or, who knows, she might up and leave the Clan. Basilpaw is one of the most confusing cats ever.History:
Basilpaw lived with a family of seven kits and two parents, Maddy and David. She was the runt of the litter, and wouldn't have lived a Twoleg hadn't found her. She moved in with them until she heard of the Cutter -- she asked other Kittypets of it and they told her that it was some Twoleg that made you take "medicine" and "vaccines". She didn't like the way this sounded and left almost immediately. When her Twolegs came to take her to the Cutter she was no where to be found. She had escaped into the forest near their nest and lived through many hardships through that Leaf-bare. At one point she caught whitecough and survived. She figured out how certain herbs could do certain things. Then she stumbled upon an area that was inhabited by "Clan" cats. At first she thought of them like the bands of Rogues at the Twoleg Place. But when she heard of StarClan and the Warrior Code she realized that it was something different. Very different. As she learned more and more about these Clan she decided she would stay with StormClan if acceptable. And it was.Role Playing Example:
(Role-play example of Eragon. In first person and past tense. If Warrior Cat role-play example is needed and not in general just a role-play example, don't hesitate to say so. I can easily fix it!).Codeword: Rapids
Hello, my name is Aditi, which is ironic because it means free in your language. I am not free at all, I've been owned by slavers my whole life. I've been traded for money many times, and I have been a slave as far back as I remember. It's obvious that I've never had a family, I'm told I wasn't loved and was left in the dust to be found by who but the slavers. Now it's been eighteen years since then. Just recently one slaver that owned me told me that my parents didn't leave me. He said that my parents had been elven, and had no choice but to leave me. My mother's health was failing and my father needed to take her to the elven sanctuary. The entrusted me to the slavers, hoping that they would treat me with respect. Bad mistake. After telling me that, I knew what must be done. Escape was the first thought that hopped into my mind. But first, a little revenge.
I woke up at midnight. I could hear the foreboding howl of wind. How I wanted to be in bed instead of out in the cold. But before I escaped I would have to ruin the plans of the slavers. Even if one was to be so kind of telling me my past. I snuck past the tents of the sleeping. I was assigned guards, but they were always slacking off and sleeping when they were to be guarding. I walked into the biggest tent of all, where the slavers kept all of their goods. I filled a bag with food for my escape and left. But while I was leaving I thought, I should take some treasures of theirs, after all, they are mostly stolen. What good will it do to leave it with them? So I re-entered and grabbed the greatest treasure I saw. It was a type of rock, it seemed. With a completely smooth surface and being the color white I saw a few milky swirls inside. What a fortune this must be worth! I heartily stuffed it in my bag. But I turned to see someone at the entrance. A slaver. "Boo." He said, pulling out a whip that was used to punished slaves. An evil smirk grew on his face as he tried to whip me. I dived to the side, and crawled on my belly out from under the tent. Sprinting for my life I heard shouts behind me. But their shouts seemed to sound more distant after running a bit. I was alone in the Hadarac Desert.
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I though you might care if I said that I role-play on another Warrior Cats Rpg.
