Post by hakkari on Apr 21, 2010 18:56:48 GMT -5
[ BASIC ]
Name: Snowclaw
Gender: ♀
Age: 22 moons
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Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Deputy (Warrior if deputy is not acceptable)
[ APPEARANCE ]
She's a lanky thing, surprisingly not threatening despite her size. Perhaps it's the snow-white coat or the blue eyes that shows the albino mutation, or her thinly covered Siamese-mix form. Despite all this, though, the way she carries herself can stifle any giggle at her appearance in a heartbeat.
Though she's only as large as a normal oriental female, her stance just makes her seem... larger. Her narrow blue eyes always burn with a determined fire. Behind that thin veil, though, is a flicker of paranoia and a hurt at the true imperfection of the world.
[ ADVANCED ]
Personality: She hates everyone except herself, seeing them all as a bunch of pathetic fools. Even those of her clan she finds weak, always pointing out every imperfection. Snowclaw can almost never see the good points in anything, and always strives to make herself stronger and more powerful.
In battle she is strong, but easily defeated if you know her weak points. Her obsessive desire for everything to be orderly and without flaw is both her downfall and strength. Strong, well thought out plans are often the reason she gains admiration, but her sheer viciousness in fights also garners respect.
Other than her perfectionist state of mind, she has a good head on her shoulders. She's not insane or overly emotional, but intact and sane. Whatever happened to her in the past is strictly for the past, and the future is what she looks to.
Beliefs: Snowclaw believes in survival of the fittest. Those that die are useless and deserved their fate. Even if she herself dies, it is because she is too weak to survive among the great. This belief is also her motto, making it easy to figure out what she truly feels. To her, StarClan is a lie and always shall be unless there is cold, hard proof. Besides, anyone who looks to those that died (and are therefore weak) is obviously weak themselves.
Needless to say, her believes are pretty public and out there.
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History: Snowclaw has the average warrior history. Really nothing interested happened to her between her birth and recent days, and she therefore doesn't do much to acknowledge any of it. Since her mentor, Silverstorm, died in another clan's raid she doesn't really talk to anybody about her past.
Origins: Her father left shortly before Snowclaw, Specklefoot, and Crowkit (now Spite) were born. After the kits were old enough to fend for themselves, Foxtail took Crowkit and fled, changing her name to Nala and finding her love.
Snowclaw doesn't really talk about her parents very much, and basically denies the existence of Spite.
Lineage: No one important
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Post Color: White (to be changed if it doesn't look right)
[ FAMILY ]
Dam: Nala (formerly known as Foxtail; fled the clan after Snowclaw was born)
Sire: Ravage (rogue cat)
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Mate: None
Offspring: None
Kin: Spite || ♀
Specklefoot|| ♀
[ OTHER ]
Whatever else you want to add...
[ + SPECIAL + ]
Deputy
Prompt:
Kits would always be stupid. Why did it matter so much when they wandered out of the camp and got maimed by some unknown beast, or eat the death berries when they were told not to? Snowclaw could never, would never, understand this concept. The kit, now a mangled ugly corpse, had been her nephew Berrykit. He had decided that it would be funny if he wandered out on his own and caught something for them all to eat. It had ended up panicking the camp and annoying Snowclaw.
The pesky kit had always been high on her list of who she knew was going to die young, and she wasn't at all surprised that Berrykit was found dead by the lake. A bloodcurdling screech broke her thought-stream, and she hissed under her breath. Specklefoot, her sister and one of the weakest of the imbeciles that made up the Clan, was crying, shoving her way through the crowd to her tiny son's body. Many offered their condolences, some sincere and others empty, before dispersing. Death was a common thing in these times, and held very little interest to the public.
Deciding that the time for mourning was over, Snowclaw moved closer to her sister and the remaining stragglers. "Alright, you've seen the body. Nothing you can do, you know. Move along." Snowclaw hissed in annoyance (the millionth time today) as they only shifted a bit.
"Get your lazy rears in action! Nothing you can do, nothing I can do. Stop moping and make sure this doesn't happen again!" This caused the stragglers to flee, leaving only Specklefoot and the dead Berrykit. Snowclaw approached and sat next to her.
"He was just there... Why did he leave?" Specklefoot's eyes were hollow, her words soft and sad. Snowclaw watched her, pity and anger in her eyes.
"It's survival of the fittest. You know that."
"You're wrong! StarClan would have stopped whatever killed him if they had seen..." Snowclaw snorted.
"They're a lie, Specklefoot. If you keep believing in them, that makes you weak, too." With a disgusted hiss, Snowclaw stalked away, leaving her sister whimpering desperately.
Name: Snowclaw
Gender: ♀
Age: 22 moons
---
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Deputy (Warrior if deputy is not acceptable)
[ APPEARANCE ]
She's a lanky thing, surprisingly not threatening despite her size. Perhaps it's the snow-white coat or the blue eyes that shows the albino mutation, or her thinly covered Siamese-mix form. Despite all this, though, the way she carries herself can stifle any giggle at her appearance in a heartbeat.
Though she's only as large as a normal oriental female, her stance just makes her seem... larger. Her narrow blue eyes always burn with a determined fire. Behind that thin veil, though, is a flicker of paranoia and a hurt at the true imperfection of the world.
[ ADVANCED ]
Personality: She hates everyone except herself, seeing them all as a bunch of pathetic fools. Even those of her clan she finds weak, always pointing out every imperfection. Snowclaw can almost never see the good points in anything, and always strives to make herself stronger and more powerful.
In battle she is strong, but easily defeated if you know her weak points. Her obsessive desire for everything to be orderly and without flaw is both her downfall and strength. Strong, well thought out plans are often the reason she gains admiration, but her sheer viciousness in fights also garners respect.
Other than her perfectionist state of mind, she has a good head on her shoulders. She's not insane or overly emotional, but intact and sane. Whatever happened to her in the past is strictly for the past, and the future is what she looks to.
Beliefs: Snowclaw believes in survival of the fittest. Those that die are useless and deserved their fate. Even if she herself dies, it is because she is too weak to survive among the great. This belief is also her motto, making it easy to figure out what she truly feels. To her, StarClan is a lie and always shall be unless there is cold, hard proof. Besides, anyone who looks to those that died (and are therefore weak) is obviously weak themselves.
Needless to say, her believes are pretty public and out there.
---
History: Snowclaw has the average warrior history. Really nothing interested happened to her between her birth and recent days, and she therefore doesn't do much to acknowledge any of it. Since her mentor, Silverstorm, died in another clan's raid she doesn't really talk to anybody about her past.
Origins: Her father left shortly before Snowclaw, Specklefoot, and Crowkit (now Spite) were born. After the kits were old enough to fend for themselves, Foxtail took Crowkit and fled, changing her name to Nala and finding her love.
Snowclaw doesn't really talk about her parents very much, and basically denies the existence of Spite.
Lineage: No one important
---
Post Color: White (to be changed if it doesn't look right)
[ FAMILY ]
Dam: Nala (formerly known as Foxtail; fled the clan after Snowclaw was born)
Sire: Ravage (rogue cat)
---
Mate: None
Offspring: None
Kin: Spite || ♀
Specklefoot|| ♀
[ OTHER ]
Whatever else you want to add...
[ + SPECIAL + ]
Deputy
Prompt:
Kits would always be stupid. Why did it matter so much when they wandered out of the camp and got maimed by some unknown beast, or eat the death berries when they were told not to? Snowclaw could never, would never, understand this concept. The kit, now a mangled ugly corpse, had been her nephew Berrykit. He had decided that it would be funny if he wandered out on his own and caught something for them all to eat. It had ended up panicking the camp and annoying Snowclaw.
The pesky kit had always been high on her list of who she knew was going to die young, and she wasn't at all surprised that Berrykit was found dead by the lake. A bloodcurdling screech broke her thought-stream, and she hissed under her breath. Specklefoot, her sister and one of the weakest of the imbeciles that made up the Clan, was crying, shoving her way through the crowd to her tiny son's body. Many offered their condolences, some sincere and others empty, before dispersing. Death was a common thing in these times, and held very little interest to the public.
Deciding that the time for mourning was over, Snowclaw moved closer to her sister and the remaining stragglers. "Alright, you've seen the body. Nothing you can do, you know. Move along." Snowclaw hissed in annoyance (the millionth time today) as they only shifted a bit.
"Get your lazy rears in action! Nothing you can do, nothing I can do. Stop moping and make sure this doesn't happen again!" This caused the stragglers to flee, leaving only Specklefoot and the dead Berrykit. Snowclaw approached and sat next to her.
"He was just there... Why did he leave?" Specklefoot's eyes were hollow, her words soft and sad. Snowclaw watched her, pity and anger in her eyes.
"It's survival of the fittest. You know that."
"You're wrong! StarClan would have stopped whatever killed him if they had seen..." Snowclaw snorted.
"They're a lie, Specklefoot. If you keep believing in them, that makes you weak, too." With a disgusted hiss, Snowclaw stalked away, leaving her sister whimpering desperately.
