Post by Wolfie on Mar 29, 2015 19:30:26 GMT -5
Name: Birdkit >> Birdpaw >> Birdgaze (current)
Sex: She-cat
Age: 18 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Deputy
Eye Colour: Green
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Cream tabby she-cat with darker cream stripes and green eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 5
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 2
Personality: Birdgaze is a very curious cat. She gets side-tracked very easily and is very snappish if someone gets in her way of investigating. The she-cat loves to hunt, run, jump and explore. She's always finding some new nook and cranny that she's never seen before. This intense curiosity has gotten her into trouble quite a few times. When she was a newly appointed apprentice, she followed a new smell right into RiverClan territory. Luckily she spotted a patrol just in time to high-tail it out of there.
Birdgaze is fairly sarcastic as well. She loves to crack jokes and poke fun but sometimes she goes a little too far and ends up apologizing sometime later after analyzing what exactly she had said. A lot of the time that happens because she doesn't think before saying, another attribute that has gotten her into trouble. Yet again as an apprentice, she ticked off a ShadowClan warrior at a gathering and was almost tackled to the ground. Luckily she wasn't because of the truce.
History: Birdgaze was born to her parents Palepatch and Oaknose. Being an only kit, she had a lot of time on her paws. Nursery days were filled with playing pranks, exploring where she wasn't supposed to and listening to the elders' crazy tales. Those days she could also be caught daydreaming about how amazing it would be to finally leave the camp on her own and go to gatherings and being the best warrior StarClan had ever seen!
Apprenticeship came and that day she finally felt like she could stretch her paws. Her mentor showed her the territory and took her for a run. It was the most exhilarating run she had ever been on! Birdpaw learned how to track and fight but hunting was definitely her favorite. She spent most of her free time on hunting patrols, trying to provide for the clan. As stated, when she was just 7 moons old and recently apprenticed, she caught scent of something different. The tabby tracked that scent for StarClan knows how long until all of a sudden, she found herself in RiverClan territory. Luckily, Birdpaw high-tailed it out of their territory before getting caught by a patrol.
Birdpaw was given the name Birdgaze at 11 moons old for her striking green gaze and intense curiosity. That night, her silent vigil was what she considers the toughest night ever. It was extremely boring for her and the young warrior had a rough time keeping still because she was so excited. The next gathering came and she was able to go as a new warrior. She held her head high with pride when it was announced. Another moon came and went and when she was 13 moons old, her parents went to investigate an old fox scent to make sure the fox wasn't there. Birdgaze's patrol ended up finding their bodies that evening. Birdgaze shared tongues with her parents one last time that night before swearing to StarClan that she would make them the proudest parents in the whole forest.
Heritage: Mother: Palepatch - deceased
Father: Oaknose - deceased
No other kin.
Role-Play Example: An excerpt from a roleplay with my loner kit Thistle:
The young kit wandered on helplessly. Her paws were aching, her eyes droopy, and her stomach growling. The scenes that had played out just two days ago echoed in her mind, taking over her thoughts. She sniffed the air, barely raising her head to do so but what she smelled caused her to perk up slightly. Other cats. Other cats that could help her. Other cats that could save her life. Thistle let out a desperate mew, while trudging on, following the scent. She knew she had to get to the others fast or she wouldn't be able to at all.
In a flash of orange, a large cat was in front of her and suddenly she wasn't so keen on meeting the other cats. This cat was big. Really big. Her marbled fur stood on end in fear and she tried her best to make her small frame look bigger than it was but it wasn't very convincing with how skinny she was. Thistle began shivering, extremely nervous and couldn't make out anything except a weak mew. She listened to the cat speak and her fear, although still present, became less. The weary kit wanted food and shelter more than anything so she figured she had no other choice.
Sex: She-cat
Age: 18 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Deputy
Eye Colour: Green
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Cream tabby she-cat with darker cream stripes and green eyes.
Strength: 2
Defense: 3
Agility: 5
Stealth: 3
Tracking: 2
Personality: Birdgaze is a very curious cat. She gets side-tracked very easily and is very snappish if someone gets in her way of investigating. The she-cat loves to hunt, run, jump and explore. She's always finding some new nook and cranny that she's never seen before. This intense curiosity has gotten her into trouble quite a few times. When she was a newly appointed apprentice, she followed a new smell right into RiverClan territory. Luckily she spotted a patrol just in time to high-tail it out of there.
Birdgaze is fairly sarcastic as well. She loves to crack jokes and poke fun but sometimes she goes a little too far and ends up apologizing sometime later after analyzing what exactly she had said. A lot of the time that happens because she doesn't think before saying, another attribute that has gotten her into trouble. Yet again as an apprentice, she ticked off a ShadowClan warrior at a gathering and was almost tackled to the ground. Luckily she wasn't because of the truce.
History: Birdgaze was born to her parents Palepatch and Oaknose. Being an only kit, she had a lot of time on her paws. Nursery days were filled with playing pranks, exploring where she wasn't supposed to and listening to the elders' crazy tales. Those days she could also be caught daydreaming about how amazing it would be to finally leave the camp on her own and go to gatherings and being the best warrior StarClan had ever seen!
Apprenticeship came and that day she finally felt like she could stretch her paws. Her mentor showed her the territory and took her for a run. It was the most exhilarating run she had ever been on! Birdpaw learned how to track and fight but hunting was definitely her favorite. She spent most of her free time on hunting patrols, trying to provide for the clan. As stated, when she was just 7 moons old and recently apprenticed, she caught scent of something different. The tabby tracked that scent for StarClan knows how long until all of a sudden, she found herself in RiverClan territory. Luckily, Birdpaw high-tailed it out of their territory before getting caught by a patrol.
Birdpaw was given the name Birdgaze at 11 moons old for her striking green gaze and intense curiosity. That night, her silent vigil was what she considers the toughest night ever. It was extremely boring for her and the young warrior had a rough time keeping still because she was so excited. The next gathering came and she was able to go as a new warrior. She held her head high with pride when it was announced. Another moon came and went and when she was 13 moons old, her parents went to investigate an old fox scent to make sure the fox wasn't there. Birdgaze's patrol ended up finding their bodies that evening. Birdgaze shared tongues with her parents one last time that night before swearing to StarClan that she would make them the proudest parents in the whole forest.
Heritage: Mother: Palepatch - deceased
Father: Oaknose - deceased
No other kin.
Role-Play Example: An excerpt from a roleplay with my loner kit Thistle:
The young kit wandered on helplessly. Her paws were aching, her eyes droopy, and her stomach growling. The scenes that had played out just two days ago echoed in her mind, taking over her thoughts. She sniffed the air, barely raising her head to do so but what she smelled caused her to perk up slightly. Other cats. Other cats that could help her. Other cats that could save her life. Thistle let out a desperate mew, while trudging on, following the scent. She knew she had to get to the others fast or she wouldn't be able to at all.
In a flash of orange, a large cat was in front of her and suddenly she wasn't so keen on meeting the other cats. This cat was big. Really big. Her marbled fur stood on end in fear and she tried her best to make her small frame look bigger than it was but it wasn't very convincing with how skinny she was. Thistle began shivering, extremely nervous and couldn't make out anything except a weak mew. She listened to the cat speak and her fear, although still present, became less. The weary kit wanted food and shelter more than anything so she figured she had no other choice.