Post by foxpool on Oct 3, 2009 13:44:59 GMT -6
other:
Your Name: Thundervalley
Roleplaying Experience: I have done some roleplaying on other websites, mainly runescape roleplaying forums and the like.
Your Opinion: I think this site is amazing! It is very well-done and I look forward to roleplaying in it!
character:
Name: Lightkit
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Kit
Description: Lightkit is a very fair golden color, akin to the sun in brightness, with gorgeous hazel eyes that look blue in the dark. She has a random white stripe down her back that never seems to get any dirt on it. Lightkit's eartips are have curious little tufts of dappled gold-and-white fur on them. Her head is triangular, with narrow, almond-shaped eyes. At 3 moons, she is mischeivous and frisky. She absolutely adores the apprentices. Lightkit's paws are tiny and a darker gold than the rest of her body. Her tiny claws are already gleaming a sharp white, and she often attempts to escape the nursery to go to a clan meeting, though she is not old enough to catch her own prey. Already she is turning out to be a fighter, engaging in minor scuffles and brawls with the other kits. Her tail is long and fluffy, with little veins of white fur among the gold.
Personality: Lightkit is a born fighter. Every day she watches the apprentices showing off their battle moves to one another and she attempts to copy them. She is agile and quickfooted, with a fast-thinking mind. Her mother watches her constantly to make sure she's thinking before acting. As explained above, Lightkit is mischeivous and frisky, so there should always be someone keeping an eye on her. Lightkit is not mean or nasty. In fact, she is quite kind, even when she playfights with the other kits. She is already growing bored of the constant supervision of the nursery, and is dreaming of the day, 3 moons from now, when she can finally become an apprentice.
Summary Lightkit-gold-and-white she-kit with hazel/blue eyes.
History: A lot can happen in just 3 moons. It started with the birth of Lightkit, a small golden she-cat. Born on a muggy day in midsummer, Lightkit took her first breath. In a day she was strong enough to toddle around on ridiculously long legs, an expression of intense concentration on her face. After exploring every last corner of the nursery(and trying to escape through those corners as well), Lightkit tried to march out of the nursery. In alarm her mother grabbed her and shuttled her back to her nest. At this point Lightkit yowled unhappily and opened her eyes. They were a startlingly clear blue-green, like the river that could be heard mumbling in the distance. As the day progressed toward evening, her eyes turned an icy blue, but when dawn came, her eyes turned hazel. Several moons passed with various escapes and scoldings(some successful, some not), and so we now come to the 3-moon-old Lightkit: just as mischeivous as ever.
Roleplaying Sample: Lightkit crouched by the nursery door, apparently completely engrossed in a nap to her mother. However, Lightkit was watching the camp through slitted eyes, planning her next escape.
The sun was high in the sky, and her mother and the other queen were sharing tongues, their eyes closed against the heat. Lightkit slowly uncurled her legs from under her, and stood up without stirring so much as a dust speck. The air was hot and humid, and most cats were drowsing or sharing tongues at a snail's pace. A couple steadfast apprentices were hunting or fetching water for the elders, but as sunhigh grew hotter, they gradually slowed until they retreated to their den. Lightkit quietly crept from the nursery. Her mother had lain back down to sleep, her back turned towards Lightkit. The other queen had gone to sleep as well.
Lightkit prowled around the camp, letting the hot wind tug at her fur gently. Twice she nearly dropped to the ground and slept, but she pulled herself up, heading for the camp entrance. Just as she got a wiff of the forest outside camp, the clan leader stepped out in front of her, an amused smile on her face.
"Where do you think you're going, Lightkit?" Silverstar asked teasingly.
"By the look on your mother's face, she's going to ask the same question when you get over there!" the leader laughed. Lightkit quickly glanced over her shoulder, and saw to her horror that her mother was gazing at her across the camp, a very disapproving look on her face.
"Oops," Lightkit mewed, and sprinted back across the camp, tail dragging the ground.
Family: Lightkit's mother is named Stormfeather, and her father is called Crowfoot.
Mate: none
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Your Name: Thundervalley
Roleplaying Experience: I have done some roleplaying on other websites, mainly runescape roleplaying forums and the like.
Your Opinion: I think this site is amazing! It is very well-done and I look forward to roleplaying in it!
character:
Name: Lightkit
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Kit
Description: Lightkit is a very fair golden color, akin to the sun in brightness, with gorgeous hazel eyes that look blue in the dark. She has a random white stripe down her back that never seems to get any dirt on it. Lightkit's eartips are have curious little tufts of dappled gold-and-white fur on them. Her head is triangular, with narrow, almond-shaped eyes. At 3 moons, she is mischeivous and frisky. She absolutely adores the apprentices. Lightkit's paws are tiny and a darker gold than the rest of her body. Her tiny claws are already gleaming a sharp white, and she often attempts to escape the nursery to go to a clan meeting, though she is not old enough to catch her own prey. Already she is turning out to be a fighter, engaging in minor scuffles and brawls with the other kits. Her tail is long and fluffy, with little veins of white fur among the gold.
Personality: Lightkit is a born fighter. Every day she watches the apprentices showing off their battle moves to one another and she attempts to copy them. She is agile and quickfooted, with a fast-thinking mind. Her mother watches her constantly to make sure she's thinking before acting. As explained above, Lightkit is mischeivous and frisky, so there should always be someone keeping an eye on her. Lightkit is not mean or nasty. In fact, she is quite kind, even when she playfights with the other kits. She is already growing bored of the constant supervision of the nursery, and is dreaming of the day, 3 moons from now, when she can finally become an apprentice.
Summary Lightkit-gold-and-white she-kit with hazel/blue eyes.
History: A lot can happen in just 3 moons. It started with the birth of Lightkit, a small golden she-cat. Born on a muggy day in midsummer, Lightkit took her first breath. In a day she was strong enough to toddle around on ridiculously long legs, an expression of intense concentration on her face. After exploring every last corner of the nursery(and trying to escape through those corners as well), Lightkit tried to march out of the nursery. In alarm her mother grabbed her and shuttled her back to her nest. At this point Lightkit yowled unhappily and opened her eyes. They were a startlingly clear blue-green, like the river that could be heard mumbling in the distance. As the day progressed toward evening, her eyes turned an icy blue, but when dawn came, her eyes turned hazel. Several moons passed with various escapes and scoldings(some successful, some not), and so we now come to the 3-moon-old Lightkit: just as mischeivous as ever.
Roleplaying Sample: Lightkit crouched by the nursery door, apparently completely engrossed in a nap to her mother. However, Lightkit was watching the camp through slitted eyes, planning her next escape.
The sun was high in the sky, and her mother and the other queen were sharing tongues, their eyes closed against the heat. Lightkit slowly uncurled her legs from under her, and stood up without stirring so much as a dust speck. The air was hot and humid, and most cats were drowsing or sharing tongues at a snail's pace. A couple steadfast apprentices were hunting or fetching water for the elders, but as sunhigh grew hotter, they gradually slowed until they retreated to their den. Lightkit quietly crept from the nursery. Her mother had lain back down to sleep, her back turned towards Lightkit. The other queen had gone to sleep as well.
Lightkit prowled around the camp, letting the hot wind tug at her fur gently. Twice she nearly dropped to the ground and slept, but she pulled herself up, heading for the camp entrance. Just as she got a wiff of the forest outside camp, the clan leader stepped out in front of her, an amused smile on her face.
"Where do you think you're going, Lightkit?" Silverstar asked teasingly.
"By the look on your mother's face, she's going to ask the same question when you get over there!" the leader laughed. Lightkit quickly glanced over her shoulder, and saw to her horror that her mother was gazing at her across the camp, a very disapproving look on her face.
"Oops," Lightkit mewed, and sprinted back across the camp, tail dragging the ground.
Family: Lightkit's mother is named Stormfeather, and her father is called Crowfoot.
Mate: none
Code Word: Warrior Cats
