Post by +: Alixa :+ on Aug 25, 2009 22:05:28 GMT -6
Name: Roseheart
Gender: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Roseheart is a very sleek and lithe cat, with strong, lean muscle beneath her long silken fur. Her eyes are a beautiful pale blue, like glacier ice, giving her a captivating and stunning gaze. She has a seal bio-colored pelt. She has a mask that is a very light, sand-colored tan, with dark brown around her glacier blue eyes and on her ears. Other than her seal mask, she is purely and utterly white. She has a long, feathery tail, adding to her beauty and elegance. She has a very beautiful, very elegant body with lean powerful muscles beneath the skin and soft fur. She stands at 9 inches in height.
Personality: Roseheart is a very calm, collected, and refined cat, though she has within herself a fierceness to be respected if ever her clan is threatened. She has a very tranquil, serene air about her. Her patience is very enduring, though like most every cat, she does have her moments were she gets frustrated and irritated. But when she feels negative feelings like sorrow, anger, or frustration creeping into her, she slows down her thoughts and feelings, and is very quick to regain control and send these negative feelings retreating back into the depths of her soul to be locked away once more. She has a very kind nature, always willing to help another cat, whether or not they were a fellow comrade, loner, or from another clan. She is never one to judge upon first impressions, though if the given impression isn’t a very good one, suspicion and defense will rise, though she will remain polite and calm, never resorting to hasty aggression or violence. But keep in mind her loyalty rests wholly with her clan, and will never give away any information to those outside the clan. When a battle arises, she unlocks the fierceness from within herself, spurred by the determined and driving need and desire to defend her clanmates and friends. Whether she’d helped another clan cat, she will not hesitate to meet them in battle, neither will she be gentle or kind to them. She will fight her opponent just as fiercely as if they had never met before, regardless of her past offers of kindness. She has a very fierce loyalty to her clan, and nothing can ever cause it to falter or sway. She stands firm with her clan, and will forever stand by them and never betray them. She makes for a very agile and powerful rival in combat who searches for weaknesses and uses them to her advantage, doing whatever she must to disarm those attacking her fellow comrades. But outside of battle, she is her tranquil, peaceful self who never resorts to aggression to solve problems, but rather uses logic and understanding, as well as her intelligence to solve whatever problems come in her direction. She is a stern mentor who is quick to correct mistakes, though understanding and kind all the same. And as a friend, she is faithful and always there for those who need her. As a mate and mother, she will be passionate and affectionate as well as protective though she will allow her kits room to grow and learn on their own as well as guide them. She will love no other than the one who captures her heart, and once he joins Starclan, she will never fall for another, whether she’s had kits or not. A strong believe in spiritual peace and oneness, always observant and aware of her surroundings. A well balanced cat with loyalty and faith in Starclan and her own clan.
Summary A beautiful white long haired she-cat with a seal mask about her eyes, cheeks, and ears.
History: She and her two other sisters were born somewhere within Thunderclan territory. Her mother was a very sweet, very gentle she-cat, and her father a very peaceful, spiritual tom. They were loners who happened to be passing through Thunderclan territory when her mother had gone into labor, and had no other choice but to have her kits there. Shortly after Rosekit and her sisters were born, a fox had followed the scent, and attacked her small family. Her father had defended her mother, sisters, and herself against the fox. At random choice, Rosekit’s mother had picked her up first, and taken her to a small, hollow place in the trunk of a tree where nothing bigger than her small framed mother or another kit could fit into. Her mother had gone back to grab the other kits… but never did Rosekit’s mother or father return… After a few days, hunger gripped her severely, and she mewed loudly. And one that day, a patrol of Thunderclan cats had found her and managed to get her out of her hiding place. They adopted and accepted her into the clan. As she grew older, her adopted mother had told her the patrol had discovered the severed bodies of her mother and father, though her the remains of her sister were never discovered and assumed to have been eaten by the starved fox… Though she hurt and mourned her strong spirit allowed for her to accept the harsh reality of that fateful day.
Family: Her birth mother and father are unknown, as are her sisters. Her adoptive mother was named Willowtail.
Mate: She has no mate.
Roleplaying Sample: Sweet, perpetual bliss. The sounds and smells of nature wrapped about Roseheart’s senses as she lay atop a flat boulder beside the babbling river. A gentle wind ruffles her beautiful long and silken white fur as she lay there, lids shut as she let her other senses take hold, painting images with that of which she saw through her mind’s eye. The sweet melody of the birds within the treetops rang into her hearing, their voices sweet and cheerful. The babbling of the river’s water as it moves gently through it’s rocky bed, trickling between obstacles, small waterfalls created where the bed dropped into the lower parts of the creek. The golden light of the afternoon sun danced upon the river’s rippling and broken surface, sparkling and shimmering beautifully, reflecting upon the flat boulder’s overhang. Many, many years of fiction has carved the small indent in the large stone, showing the strength and persistence of peaceful creek. With the same tenderness, the waters brushes against the sides of its bed, taking debris, while places foreign rocks from upstream in their place. Silver streaks to be recognized as small fish swam within the water’s body, the lapping sounds of their bodies leaping over the small waterfalls to reach their destination, somewhere upstream. The stirring of the tall emerald grass as small animals pushed their way through emitted a rustling melody. To and fro, the grass would sway as the wind ran invisible currents over and through them. On a moonlit night, Roseheart knew such a thing to hold a breathtaking beauty about it. Such a motion, so soft and beautiful. Slowly, she lowered her head unto her paws, letting her lids lift to reveal captivating glacier blue eyes, masked by a mixture of very light and very dark brown that wrapped about her eyes, cheeks, and ears. Within these beautiful eyes, rested tranquility, serenity, and a spirituality that was unknown to most. So spiritually and mentally balanced, was Roseheart, that many often wondered if ever she would one day sprout white feathered wings from her shoulders and take to the vast expanse of azure sky above. But she was no angel. She was Roseheart, a she-cat of spiritual, mental, and physical balance, a loyal and devoted member of her clan. Within her tranquil soul, there was a power, an energy. That was the warrior with her gentle being. Unlocked and unleashed when most needed, it was most certainly there… But today, she was the calm, sweet, spiritual cat she had always been, from her first breathes and steps into this cold, harsh world, to the very moment in which she observed and admired that of which surrounded her… This was Roseheart…
Code Word: Warrior Cats
