Post by Mew on Apr 17, 2011 18:27:43 GMT -8
{Tell me about yourself}
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NAME:
Dovewing
AGE:
Twenty-seven moons
GENDER:
Female
CLAN:
MistClan
RANK:
Warrior
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
Black, orange, and white she-cat with jade eyes.
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LOOKS IN DETAIL:
Dovewing has a very long body, used for running fast and slipping through small spaces. She has semi-long fur, an advantage in the winter but a curse in the summer and spring. All the other cats would be complaining how their paws were frozen, but she didn't have to; she had built-in mittens, blankets, and earmuffs. She has an orange back with several dots of black here and there, fading to white when it reaches her paws. There is a blotch of black that runs from her shoulder blades to her nose, where it turns to a sliver of orange and then white again. Her eyes are a grayish light-green.
PERSONALITY:
Dovewing is a very quiet cat, observant, too. She watches everyone silently, and rarely talks to anyone. She doesn't really know how to talk to anyone, her social skills are shrouded from her past, and she doesn't remember how to talk smoothly to any other cat. She is a good hunter, and will do anything to protect her clanmates, but she is not one to forgive you if you do something wrong. She will never forget it and probably take a very long time to forgive you. she is very sensitive and usually takes more than she should too seriously, just a joke could set her off.
FAMILY MEMBERS:
Winterleaf :: Sister
Chestnutfur :: Brother
HISTORY:(optional) Dovewing only remembers extreme pain in her head and waking up after a few days in a heck of a lot of pain. She could not remember her past, her kithood, nothing; everything she had thought before was gone. She could remember a fight with her sibling, she didn't know who, but it was a brother. He chased her for miles, and finally caught her. He slammed her against a tree, and that was all she could remember from her past. Dovewing had to talk to every warrior to see who was who. She recovered just two of her siblings, Winterleaf and Chestnutfur. They remembered her, and try to teach her everything they know about hunting. Dovewing still has no idea which of her unknown siblings injured her that day; she feels a certain anger for that cat, tucked away deep inside her soul, waiting for the tom to show himself.
RP SAMPLE:
Dovewing looked around the camp. Her vision blurred for a moment before sharpening again. She unsheathed her claws, gripping the ground deeply. She watched her prey carefully, holding her breath and keeping still. The mouse did not see her, it just kept eating it's grass peacefully with no intention of hurrying off.
Suddenly, a snap of a neck later, the mouse carcass was in Dovewing's mouth and she was heading back to camp. Another successful catch, she was proud of herself. Just because she had amnesia from her history meant that she didn't know how to hunt? Preposterous. Dovewing felt underestimated when cats tried to help her hunt, they thought she had no idea what she was doing. She had instincts and genes from her parents that made her able to hunt! She was an independent cat, the cats should know that by now, she would think. But apparently, they didn't. She would try to tell them that, but they would just say, "No! You need help, so you be quiet now, alright?". Ignorance wasn't always bliss for Dovewing; in fact, it was a road to disaster.
Dovewing reached the came and dropped the mouse on the pile, her small paws making small imprints in the dirt. She padded into the warrior den and lay down, curling her tail around her body involuntarily. She huffed slightly, disappointed with her clanmates, yet she couldn't say she disliked them. She fit with them, and would protect them with her life is she had to. She was stuck, like while you're playing chess and your piece will get knocked out no matter what you did. She sighed, hoping her day would get better eventually.
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