Post by rhapsie on Jul 24, 2011 10:22:46 GMT -6
<---- SLATESTRIPE
she-cat, twenty four moons
RANK: Warrior.
ALLIANCE: HillClan.
APPEARANCE: Long-pelted silver tabby she-cat with deep brown eyes.
PERSONALITY: Ever since she was little, Slatestripe has had a bold streak. She would be the one to charge headfirst into trouble without a second thought, and remained foolhardy until one day, as an apprentice, she nearly got herself killed. Suffice to say, the incident frightened her into thinking before she acted, and ever since that day, foolhardy is no longer a word that can be used to describe her. She's still brash and sassy like she was when she was an apprentice, and even when she was a kit, but she's learnt from her mistakes.
If there's one thing that Slate doesn't lack, it's passion. She's got buckets of it. She can throw herself into her duties, always persevering, and never stopping until she gets things done. The she-cat is far from lazy, and if she feels like she's left something unfinished, it gets right under her skin, bothering her until she makes amends, some way or another. Being the sociable female she is, Slatestripe finds it easy to make friends, but because she can be rather... outspoken at times, she can make enemies too. She doesn't care about the opinions of others, not most of the time, but if they manage to rile her up, she'll let them know about it, that's for sure.
Not only is she friendly, but she's also flirtatious. Being a rather pretty young she-cat has made her rather noticeable in the eyes of plenty a tom, and although she hasn't had any solid relationship, she's had the odd fling or two. However, she isn't some piece of meat to be passed around the male population of the clan, she has dignity after all. If she likes a male, she'll flirt with them a little, but she won't go any further than that until she's sure that her feelings for them are strong. There's no need to rush, after all, she's still young.
REASON FOR NAME: Prefix - Slate - For her silver/grey pelt.
Suffix - Stripe - For the striped pattern on her body, she's a tabby after all.
FAMILY: Father - Shadowpatch - Warrior - Long furred, patchy black and white tom with brown eyes - NPC.
Mother - Dovefur - Warrior - Silver tabby she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye - NPC.
Brother - Stoneswipe - Warrior - Dark grey tom with blue eyes - NPC.
Sister - Hailpelt - Warrior - White she-cat with brown eyes - NPC.
Sister - Willowpool - Warrior - Black and white she-cat with pale blue eyes - NPC.
Brother - Ospreyfang - Warrior - Black and white tom with brown eyes - Deceased.
Brother - Icepaw - Apprentice - Black and white tom with mismatched eyes, one blue and one murky green - Played by Jay.
HISTORY: Kit; Slatekit was born into a rather large litter, consisting of five in total. Aside from herself, there were two males, Stonekit and Ospreykit, and two females, Willowkit and Hailkit. The five survived their first few moons, nestling close to their mother and only venturing out of the nursery under close supervision from either Shadowpatch or Dovefur, although Shadowpatch was often busy with hunting or patrolling, and soon Dovefur went back to her warrior duties, leaving the kits to the nursing queens. The real excitement began for the five when they became apprentices, and on their sixth moon, they were given their mentors and their training began.
Apprentice; Slatepaw's mentor was a large, rather battlescarred - although not disfigured - tom who went by the name of Russetclaw. At first, he was a rather intimidating figure in the young apprentices opinion, and when he was around, she was on her best behavior, attentive and willing to learn. However, once his back was turned, she was mischievous and a trickster, often playing pranks on the older apprentices and warriors. One day, when she was eight moons old, she got herself into a bit of trouble when she snuck out of camp one night and came face to face with a fox. If Russetclaw hadn't of miraculously been patrolling the area at the time and heard her cries, it would have ended badly for her, and the HillClan would have lost an apprentice that night. He chased the fox off, leaving the silver tabby with only a few scratches, and scolded the young cat thoroughly, before comforting her and taking her back to camp, where her anxious parents were waiting. Ever since then, she decided to not be so reckless, because she was afraid that fate would not be so kind to her the next time around. When she turned thirteen moons, she became a warrior and was awarded the name Slatestripe, making her whole family proud.
Warrior; The jubilations of the family only lasted for so long though, because Slatestripe suffered a double blow only moons after she became a warrior. First, the body of her old mentor, Russetclaw, was hauled into camp, mauled by rogues. Before she was even given time to grieve for him, her own brother, Ospreyfang, also ascended to StarClan, after a nasty wound he gained from a badger got infected, and the medicine cat couldn't save him, despite her efforts. The entire family grieved the loss of a brother and a son, but soon, the four remaining siblings had to continue in their duties, the four warriors protecting their clan, and celebrating the birth of their little brother, Icekit, who was born three moons after their warrior ceremonies. Slatestripe will never forget her brother and her old mentor, she continues on, and soon hopes to get her first apprentice.
RP EXAMPLE:The she-cat found herself balancing rather precariously on a boulder.
Being the agile and limber thing she was, Regan didn't typically have trouble with such obstacles. She had two options. She could either stay where she was and attempt to sit down, and if she succeeded, she could stay there and therefore there was no risk of her looking like a fool. Or she could take that risk and try to leap off of the boulder, maybe hurting herself in the process, or maybe landing on all fours and remaining unscathed. She could always pray for the latter. With her light grey brow furrowed in concentration, she surveyed her surroundings. Nobody was around - or that she saw - so if she landed unceremoniously, there wouldn't be another cat around to see it. Hopefully. Bracing herself and tensing her muscles, Regan paused for a second, before - like a tightly wound spring being released - she lept from the rock, sprawled in the air for a moment before landing on the ground.
Ouch. That hurt. A lot.
So the good news? She'd landed on her paws. The bad news? She'd not only landed on her paws, but a sharp rock that had embedded itself in the ground, the pointed end shooting upwards out of the earth like a dagger. And now it was no longer in the ground, but in her pawpad. Regan yowled softly and hobbled to the side, planting her rump down on some soft grass - which, with a quick glance, she checked to make sure didn't have some sharp item concealed in the grass - and turning her left front paw around so she could study the wound. "Damnit." With a sigh, she lowered her head and clamped her jaws around the stone, beginning to tug at it. A sharp pain shot through the limb, and through a mouthful of rock, she whined. Squeezing her eyes shut, she decided to bite the bullet - no pun intended, even though the foreign object was no bullet, it certainly felt like one in Regan's opinion - and with one, swift, strong movement, she tugged it out of her paw. Blood swelled up around the wound, overflowing. It trickled down her pale ashen fur, and Regan began to lap at the injury and the surrounding area, cleaning away the red liquid.
After all, she wanted to keep herself tidy. And at least now she was off of that damn boulder.
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