Post by Jezebella on Apr 15, 2011 18:49:15 GMT -8
{Tell me about yourself}
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NAME: Honeypaw
AGE: 12 moons
GENDER: female
CLAN: MarshClan
RANK: Apprentice
SHORT DESCRIPTION: Honeypaw is a small, short-haired cat with honey colored fur and golden eyes.
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LOOKS IN DETAIL:(optional) --
PERSONALITY: Honeypaw is a brat to say the least. She gets jealous easily and if you don't give her more attention than someone else, she will definitely form a plan to get back at you. She doesn't like to listen to someone telling her what to do, so she usually just rolls her eyes and stalks off, completely ignoring what you told her to do. She is demanding and wants to be the one telling others what to do. She's a rebel, always trying to cause havoc amongst her family and never doing what she's told. But even under all of this, she can be sweet. She can love and be kind, she just chooses not to unless you are one of her brothers or sisters and you do what she says. And even then, she has to really know you before she will let you see the sweet side of her.
FAMILY MEMBERS: Meadowfeather: Mother, Diamondpaw: sister, Mousepaw: brother, Fernpaw: brother
HISTORY:(optional) --
RP SAMPLE:(needed only for first bio)
The sun's rays licked across the sky, painting it a brilliant blue. Only a few, wispy clouds flawed the perfect sky that day, and there was honestly no chance of rain. It was summer, so the sun beating down on the poor lives below it sought shelter against the flames that burned the Earth. Really, the only animals that dared be out on a day like this were the lighter colored animals, for they really didn't absorb heat. One of those lovely animals was a strawberry roan horse. She walked with great precision through the lands, making little noise as she moved, even for as large as she was. She had been trained as a war horse, and in that training, she had learned to be as light as possible, but never have her head above the moon.
Lunetta, meaning little moon, was her name, and she was French as she could be. She had been born and raised in a small Indian village somewhere in Europe and had just recently been shipped off to the United States. The transition had been hard for her to grasp, and so she had escaped, using the quick thinking that came with being trained as a war horse her entire life. She still wore the paint that the little Indian boy, Raja, had painted on her before their last hunt together, and his necklace was still resting on her neck. She enjoyed having the memories of the young boy and his father, and she hoped that the paints wouldn't wash away anytime soon.
Lunetta walked through the lands, searching the area for new sights and smells. She had smelt the scent of a stallion not long ago, and his scent seemed to be widely spread throughout the lands, making Lune wonder if he had been there recently or if he lived there. If the second option was correct, she hoped that he was kind and would welcome her as a visitor and friend rather than a foe. Honestly, the young mare was just exploring. It was something that she had always enjoyed, and she needed to find her way around so that she knew where places to eat and drink were. As she thought about the necessities, she realized that she hadn't eaten in a while, and she was actually growing quite hungry.
Lunetta's head instantly rose from the ground, taking in the land around her. Along her journey, she had somehow come across a fairly large meadow with a large willow tree in the middle. Hesitantly, she moved more into the meadow, knowing that she was exposing herself for all to see. Her strawberry pelt glimmered in the sunlight, making it look far more red than it's regular shade of strawberry blonde. Looking around again, she realized that no one was in sight, and so she tossed her head back, shaking out her mane and whining loudly before tearing off through the meadow, down a small hill. Her speed showed as she pushed her legs to their full length, longing to go faster. Her muscles, that had been neglected of this for so long, rippled under her pelt, showing the strength and power that only a horse could have. Her red mane and tail whipped out behind her, gliding easily through the wind. She was beautiful, yet so powerful at the same time, and she wondered why she hadn't let herself run for so long.
Finally, Lunetta pulled herself up short, sliding to a stop and rearing, pawing at the sky, before landing hard. She shook out her mane again and made her way over to the large willow tree at a slow walk. Her head was low to the ground, blowing the grass at her feet around as she huffed air out of her lungs. She only stopped to graze once she was under the willow trees branches, protected from the harmful rays of the sun. It was slightly cooler under the tree, but the mare was still fairly hot. She knew that she would have to find water later, but right then, she was resting herself. Taking a breather. She smiled and snorted, pulling at some grass, wanting her empty stomach full.
(with my French horsie on Oblivious)
{Behind the canvas}
SITE NAME:(optional) --
HOW DID YOU FIND US?: Ad on Oblivious
OTHER CHARACTERS: none
RP EXPERIENCE?: about three years
