Post by ♥- Monarchy on Dec 8, 2007 4:09:39 GMT -5
Name: Falconpaw [[Warrior Name-- Falconsong]]
Moons: Seven & 1/2
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice
Short-Description:
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++++ From that day that Falconkit was born, and that her noble and shy mother died Falconkit has lived as normal a life a kit can live who has a brother in RavenClan, a dead StormClan mother and a dead RavenClan father.
++++ Actually Falconkit grew quickly , always having the leader's watchful eye on her. The young calico was already getting into trouble. Messing up the medicine cat's herbs, and sneaking out of camp constantly for her mind craving the adrenaline of adventure. She was constantly scolded for her bad actions, the cats of the clan being harsher on her then other kits.
++++ Falconkit's was a bit delayed, because of a punishment for sneaking out of cap. The hazel-eyed kit was appaled and coplained greatly throughout and before the punishment, making the consequences greater and the delayed time longer.
++++ In the very beginning of her apprenticeship she found out about her family. Her foster mother, Solemnlily, told her about her traitorous mother, her deceased father; and how her brother's status had been unknown for all these moons, but was guessed to be dead.
++++ Falcon, now Falconpaw, was quite fine with this news. She had always known she was completely StormClan, because sh had some unStorm-ishClan traits; such as her slyness. She also had guessed by how hard she was punished and how cats would give her strange looks, glances and even sometimes glares.
++++ Her training was also delayed. The lack of tie warriors had, and the lack of warriors caused her to have to share mentors for about a moon. And when an apprentice shares mentors then her training gets confused, but she did get more time to train then others. Though since her disagreeable nature most of the training sessions either started with a fight or ended with one.
++++ For about a moon life went on like this for Falconpaw. Until that is a warrior freed up by their apprentice dieing from a badger attack. Falconpaw was devasted by this for it had been one of her closest friend, Emberpaw. It was hard having to train with her deceased friend's mentor. His glares, his hard punishmments if she did something wrong, and his lack of enthusiasm when she did acomplish something. After a while, the leader could see no progress in her training, only declinement. So he/she discontinied Falconpaw's training sessions, and she is once again mentorless and forced to skip between them until the leader gives her one.
++++ A saddening event happened shortly after Falconpaw's apprenticeship. Her foster mother, Solemnlily, became an elder after her adoptive kit was apprenticed. Soon after that the frail elder caught greencough. The sickness was too strong for the past queen, and her breath was taken from her in the next night. [/blockquote]Role Playing Example:
Other: Long history in my opinion.
Moons: Seven & 1/2
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: StormClan
Rank: Apprentice
Short-Description:
A lithe tortiouseshell and black she/cat with light creamy hazel eyes.Picture:
Falconkit ||♥; ClickethDescription:
Manip -->> Coming Soon
++++ Falconpaw is a calico she-cat with some blond-ish splotches in her larger black spots. Her chest, paws and underbelly are bathed with continuous white, but her topcoat and legs are mixed with dark ginger, black, brown, and light ginger. On her face is a light brown tabby mask. Her eyes are very light hazel. Her eyes have a mystifying, creamy tone to them, giving them an eerie glow at night and in faded sunlight.Personality:
++++ Falconpaw has a rather small build; giving her advanced agility skills, which she uses any times. Like her build, her frame is also sall. Though she's not weak, or fragile in the least bit. She's stronger then most she/cats and a few toms.
++++ Falconpaw has a fiery, unpredictable personality. One minute she can be playful and determined, the next she's snappy and anti-social. But she was born a natural fighter, her mother could've told you that when she watched young Falcon play-fight with her family. Sometimes, however, her temper can get out of hand and she can come off as slightly stubborn. She also likes to challenge the older apprentices, even warriors sometimes, just to show just how tough and capable she is, especially the stronger toms. Not only fighting, young Falconpaw also excels in agility and strategy. For her quick intelligence her ind is easily made up in a battle, giving her quick reflexes a tad bit faster reaction time. Clan boundaries don't mean much to her, neither do rules. In her mind they are just made to be broken. Which of course, she constantly does. Time after time as a kit she would sneak out of cap with her brother Nettlekit, or cross a clan's border in her earlier apprenticeship.History:
++++ From her unpredictable ways, fiery temper, and rule breaking nature, she's also rather sarcastic and independent as you probably would've guessed. Her melodic voice usually has a smudge of sarcasm hidden beneath its soft tones. Falconpaw also rarely likes help from anyone. This also goes back to her determination. She likes doing things herself with no one else help, just to prove she can do it by herself. most think of this trait as rather kittish instead of the way an apprentice should act.
++++ Before Falconsong's birth many events took place. The first was during her mother's apprenticeship.[/b]
++++ Her mother was a reasonable, but rash StormClan she-cat. She was a slim tortiouseshell apprentice who was no older then eight moons when she went to her first gathering. While she was there she tried to stay away from most of the cats around her. She wasn't the bold type, at least not yet.
++++ Then an agile creamy grey tom began padding up to her. "Hi," he had meowed, his voice already making him sound handsome. Shatterpaw looked up, seeing the tom. This tom was Fogpaw, a nine-moon old RavenClan tom; Shatterpaw's future fobiddon love, and Falconpaw's future father. The two apprentices talked for a long while. Shatterpaw soon became comfortable around Fogpaw. From that gathering on, they both tried to go and when they did they both spoke for as long as possible.
++++ Then one moon, Shatterpaw had her warrior ceremony, recieving her name of Shatterfoot. When she went to her next gathering she was told that Fogpaw had also recieved his name of Fogstorm, and that he had also been told not to come to the gathering. Shatterfoot was a bit crushed, she had hoped to see the tom in person and tell him. Since she couldn't she had the RiverClan tom, names Sprucetail, speak with Fogstorm and tell him what Shatterfoot could not.
++++ At the next gathering Fogstorm told Shatterfoot how the RavenClan leader had begun to get suspicious of him and Shatterfoot. So the two cats decided to have secret meetings now; for their friendship had grown and the two cats now loved each other deeply.
++++ Then, at one of the lovers secret meetings Shatterfoot had important news for Fogstorm. She was both thrilled and devastated as she told the RavenClan warrior that she was pregnant with his kits. He was just as excited as much as she was. The two cats soon met more and more, and when they did they met closer to the StormClan camp. Then one day Shatterfoot came to Fogstorm with a completely swollen stomach, her faced with elighted with joy. "I'll be having my kits soon," she mewed to her beloved tom. But Fogstorm had a look of distress and sadness on his face. "RiverClan's going to attack," he meowed quietly and pitifully. He pleaded Shatterfoot to purposely leave camp before sunhigh, so that she could avoid the battle and stay safe and unharmed so close to her kitting. Shatterfoot disagreed and said she couldn't purposely leave right before a battle. She refused his pleas and ran back to camp after saing a heartfelt good-bye.
++++ Back at camp she waited. She waited calmly in the nursery, preparing slowly for the battle. She hoped dearly Fogstorm wouldn't do anything rash.
As her eyes began to close and her mind began to drift off, she heard yowling and an alarm call. RavenClan was attacking. She jumped up imediately, her stomach hurting from the sudden movement. She then raced out of the nursery seeing the clans fighting each other. She jumped into the battle, imediately gaining a fighter. Sadly though it was Sprucetail, the tom who had been so kind to her and Fogstorm. They both fought fiercely, but in the end Sprucetail was the one who went scampering off with his legs between his tail.
++++ During the battle a large tom, about three times Shatter's size, attacked her. She raced into the nursery, actually scared. Just as the tom was about to give Shatterfoot a blow right to the neck; Shatterfoot closed her eyes preparing for the impact. But it never came. She then opened her eyes, only to see a most distressing site. Sure, the large black tom was dead, but the agile grey warrior who's kits Shatterfoot was bearing was falling limp right in front of her. She checked his pulse and it was slowly fading like the moon was setting beneath the horizon, letting the sun shine through the small bramble covering. SHe dragged her dead mate's body out of the nursery after the battle was over.
++++ During the day of her ditress and ubearable sorrow the tortiouseshell had her kits. She had two, the young queen named the calico Falconkit, and the brown tom Whiskerkit. The two kits were beautiful. Shatterfoot was quite weak, almost unable to move. But she summoned up the strength to drag Fogstorm's body back to the RiverClan camp while taking small Whiskerkit with her. Once she got to the camp hidden in the reeds, she colapsed, unable to move any longer from unbearable stress and weakness.
++++ The medicine cat brought her back to WindClan, just before she died. Her last words were-- "Let my Falcon always sing"
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++++ From that day that Falconkit was born, and that her noble and shy mother died Falconkit has lived as normal a life a kit can live who has a brother in RavenClan, a dead StormClan mother and a dead RavenClan father.
++++ Actually Falconkit grew quickly , always having the leader's watchful eye on her. The young calico was already getting into trouble. Messing up the medicine cat's herbs, and sneaking out of camp constantly for her mind craving the adrenaline of adventure. She was constantly scolded for her bad actions, the cats of the clan being harsher on her then other kits.
++++ Falconkit's was a bit delayed, because of a punishment for sneaking out of cap. The hazel-eyed kit was appaled and coplained greatly throughout and before the punishment, making the consequences greater and the delayed time longer.
++++ In the very beginning of her apprenticeship she found out about her family. Her foster mother, Solemnlily, told her about her traitorous mother, her deceased father; and how her brother's status had been unknown for all these moons, but was guessed to be dead.
++++ Falcon, now Falconpaw, was quite fine with this news. She had always known she was completely StormClan, because sh had some unStorm-ishClan traits; such as her slyness. She also had guessed by how hard she was punished and how cats would give her strange looks, glances and even sometimes glares.
++++ Her training was also delayed. The lack of tie warriors had, and the lack of warriors caused her to have to share mentors for about a moon. And when an apprentice shares mentors then her training gets confused, but she did get more time to train then others. Though since her disagreeable nature most of the training sessions either started with a fight or ended with one.
++++ For about a moon life went on like this for Falconpaw. Until that is a warrior freed up by their apprentice dieing from a badger attack. Falconpaw was devasted by this for it had been one of her closest friend, Emberpaw. It was hard having to train with her deceased friend's mentor. His glares, his hard punishmments if she did something wrong, and his lack of enthusiasm when she did acomplish something. After a while, the leader could see no progress in her training, only declinement. So he/she discontinied Falconpaw's training sessions, and she is once again mentorless and forced to skip between them until the leader gives her one.
++++ A saddening event happened shortly after Falconpaw's apprenticeship. Her foster mother, Solemnlily, became an elder after her adoptive kit was apprenticed. Soon after that the frail elder caught greencough. The sickness was too strong for the past queen, and her breath was taken from her in the next night. [/blockquote]Role Playing Example:
Codeword: rapidsThe sun was glowing low in the sky, brimming the far off horizon. The scene was picture-perfect from the SilentClan camp, the view so serene and calming. Pinks, reds, oranges, blues and purples painted the evening sky. The browning leaves of trees were dappled with the sun's last glow.
A small kit stepped out of the nursery, her calico pelt appearing to set on flames in the fiery light. Falconkit blinked her pale hazel-coloured eyes, letting her mind take in the scene before her. The seemingly never-ending sunset, the quiet clearing, and the lack of cats. "Oh that's right," she muttered to herself,"They all left for the gathering."
Falconkit let out a sall hiss of distress. Boredom overcame the young one quickly, so she was soon engulfed with it. Her curious eyes wandered over the camp. A little wind blew through the camp, ruffling the kit's patched fur. Dead leaves were blown into the camp, littering the ground. One landed rather close to the calico.
She begin to stalk forward, inching closer to it with each step. Her white-tipped tail twitching behind her. Finally her back legs sprang into the air. Falconkit's silver-tinted claws extended while her body was in the air. She came down hard, her sharp claws piercing the lifeless plant. Giggles rippled through her body and she rolled over on her back, pretending the leaf was fighting her. Her tiny claws ripped the poor substance to shreds in mid-air. More giggles emitted from her body, filling the air with laughter. "Haha! I have now conquered you leafy!"
Other: Long history in my opinion.
