Post by ---GRIMMInsanity ;; on Jul 26, 2011 13:52:30 GMT -6
<---- Emberwing
female, 38 moons
RANK: Warrior
ALLIANCE: Goldenclan
APPEARANCE: An amber-eyed tortie she-cat, light on her feet.
PERSONALITY:
Emberwing is a lot of emotion tied into one furry package. Though she often is warm and friendly to anyone she meets, it is only with her very close companions that her playful energy pulls itself from her fur. She lives in the moment and often never thinks of what could happen unless it's of grave importance. Rarely does this ever happen as she dislikes thinking about anything that can down her mood. One of the things she enjoys and often brightens her mood, is when she can go through the clan territory and go hunting. She's the type that enjoys the thrill of the hunt and the successful emotion that runs through her frame at knowing she caught something.
The she-cat is not without her off moments though. Should someone upset her, though quite hard to do, she easily can take to offense to certain things and is known for having a very harsh temper. A proud she-cat, she hates when someone criticizes her for the sake of criticizing and crawling under her fur. Never has she gone further then hissing or baring fangs, but she would not stop herself from clawing someone's ears clear off should they upset her enough.
She has a gentle adoration for kits, finding them adorable and reminding her of days when she herself was young and impressionable. She herself often wishes for when she can have kits, but careful she is, she decides only for the one that she will find and truly love. She's not the types to fall into small crushes of act like a dreamy apprentice before a handsome tom. She expects to have a tom that can stand upon equal footing for her and can even keep up with her sporadic moods.
REASON FOR NAME: Ember was giving as to her coat,the shocks of golden and brown amidst the black, was like an ember glowing after a recent fire. Wing was given to her to her represent her elegant, female features, along with the speed and agility she portrays while hunting or fighting.
FAMILY:
falconleaf - father
goldensky - mother
poppyfur - sister
sorrelthorn - brother
HISTORY:
---KIT
To say that Emberkit was an energetic little thing would be an understatement. She would often be found bouncing around the nursery, skipping from her mother to the other queens and kits, and back to her mother again. She was never known for sitting still for quite long, unless of course it was to sleep. Times when her mother would let her out with the other kits, to play just outside the nursery, she would be almost immediately drag her den mates into a game. No matter what it was, from playing hunter's tag to acting out the old stories their mothers used to tell them, Emberkit was always in the center of attention, ready to take it all in stride, no matter what happened.
---APPRENTICE
When the bundle of energy became an apprentice, Emberpaw was more then happy to learn from her mentor. An older tom by the name of Hawkflight became her mentor and while she learned, he offered her stability and a more grounded state of mind. Whether it was the hunting trips or the battle lessons he taught her, she had found that from his overall being, she had taken onto herself his general state of mind. Her energy was still there, yes, but she had evened herself out by the end of her training, and set her extra energies upon helping the clan.
---WARRIOR
A well brought up apprentice, Emberwing was taken into the lines of her fellow warriors. Obvious a little green around the ears, she's well known for taking up onto most of the things that people offer her, be it to go upon hunting trips or border patrols. Now, after a couple of moons, she has more or less relaxed into her position. Though that spark of energy is always there, either in her steps or in her amber eyes, the warrior she-cat is always ready for a little action.
RP EXAMPLE:The morning was just breaking through onto the land. The hush laid stagnant in the air, the sound of birdsong yet to filter into the sweet breeze. The mist still clung to the grass beneath the stallion's obsidian gems. Snorting ever so slightly, the beast raised his head higher as he broke through the viridian forest on barely silent hooves. He breathed in the sweet air, the perfection of wet grass, clean air, and the blossoms behind him that perfumed his jet pelt.
Konstantine found that he felt peaceful here.
The place was beautiful, breath-taking in all lights be it morning, day, evening, or night, and he decided he liked Aglaia mot definitely. He remembered when he had met Horocrux upon the lake side and he let a slight chuckle push through his teeth, low and ever so purring.
She was a stunning creature, much like her wonderful land. Stead-fast and independent with a fierce tongue when upset -- he had been tried underneath that very tongue when he had upset her on the travel here -- but with an elegance and royalty that sent others to shame. The Nymph had danced into his mind and his life without a care and had offered him a new life, away from his roguish wandering.
All in all, he still found himself wandering, if not in his own lands.
His lands...
The brute really did like the sound of that. Tilting his head to look across the large glebe he had found, he felt himself moving again, to the site of a slender stream on the other end. Moving toward it, he noted that the trees dropped away just past it and went curling down an ever so slight hill. There, another meadow, a field stretched out before him. The dark grass, tall and wavering on the breath of the wind, curled into another forest, and from there, he saw the towering spires of the mountains, fresh with white snow.
Taking a quick drink from the stream before him, he then, moved over it, his high step an elegant number as he moved to the crest of the hill. A smooth rock jutted out, one he moved onto and stood, a proud and silent silhouette upon the morning sky, and he stared out with the breeze pulling at his pitch-colored locks just past his visage.
He was a king standing upon the top of his realm. His crest rose high just above his emerald chasms and he breathed in once more the fresh air of his land.
All that was missing was his queen.
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