Post by noire on Jul 30, 2011 18:47:53 GMT -6
<---- Minkpaw
she-cat, 6 moons
RANK: Apprentice
ALLIANCE: Goldenclan
APPEARANCE: Tall, solid brown she-cat with golden eyes.
PERSONALITY:
Given her choice to remain silent in larger crowds, some cats get the misconception that Minkpaw is the quiet sort. Wrong. She enjoys listening and understands the value of information, willingly silent for the advantage of knowing what goes on in and around the camp. When out of the crowd there may be the brief moments of reflective silence, but she'll be far more optimistic. Even in her quieter moods its a rare thing to find her without a subtle, if not slightly mischievous, smile at her lips. Though perhaps not the most intelligent, or even refined of the apprentices, Minkpaw holds and advantage in that she always focuses on the positive and life. Even when tossed a negative, the she-cat finds a way to make it work to her advantage, at the very least using it as a learning experience.
One cannot forget that Minkpaw is still young, and doesn't really think much about the trials of tomorrow. Slacking may not be the norm, but every once in a while she just wants to have some fun. She does have a bit of a mischievous streak, the young she-cat taking particular pleasure in stirring up trouble every once in a while. Quite often really. The dreary tedium of clan life: train, hunt, eat, sleep, repeat, would likely suck the life out of her otherwise. Her mischief usually takes the form of good-spirited competition, and if the challenger refuses, relentless teasing. She's fully aware of when to be serious, but sometimes the opportunity to have some fun is simply too irresistible. While some younger cats would hesitate to wander off on their own, Minkpaw only thinks of it as an adventure; and if she happens to be breaking a rule, even more so. She's a headstrong feline that's eager to see all and do all, regardless of her inexperience and youth.
But you say you're having a bad day? Minkpaw will meet you with those yellow eyes as sweet and warm as honey, sit, and listen to your ravings till you're blue in the face. She may be spirited, but wouldn't be so careless as to ignore a clanmate. Her easygoing nature may make her come off as flippant, but she'd never be so careless as to put fun before a friend. As shown by her ability to play audience to gossip, Minkpaw really is a good listener. Now that doesn't mean the advice she gives advice isn't as wild as her shenanigans, but she does have a genuine concern for others, and will try her best to help. Lavishly charitable in nature, there are very few things she won't give up or do for the benefit of another.
REASON FOR NAME: Mink for her lavish, brown fur like the ermine --- Paw because she is an apprentice.
FAMILY: Nightstorm; a solid black she cat with gold eyes xXx Bearclaw; a dark brown tom with blue eyes.
- Sablepaw
- Duskpaw
HISTORY:
Kithood;;
Minkpaws mother, Nightstorm, was renowned for her ferocity. She was rumored to have a temper that could frighten even her mate--named Bearclaw for more than just his coloration--into submission. Despite her fiery temperament though, and much to everyones surprise, Nightstormproved to be an exceptional mother. It was a good thing as well, for the three kits she birthed, all female but one, proved to be trouble from the start. Duskkit with her high-pitched wail audible to the furthest reaches of the camp, was constantly under the playful torment of Minkkit. Then there was Sablekit, who amused himself with either "disciplining" Minkkit personally or joining in the mayhem and bothering Duskkit. As chaotic as the arrangment was, the "terrible trio" as they were called, were inevitably put in place by their mother. As a kit, it was likely her mothers fierce scolding that's prevented Minkkit from becoming a full-fledged villain.
Apprenticeship;;
RP EXAMPLE: What was it, this sudden sensation that assaulted her frame? A chilling breeze, so similar to the salted mist of the ocean, but now rendered foreign given its sanguinary tang. Like blood. The white diety began to circle her, ageless gaze peering at her with bitter scrutiny. The mare gave a quick toss of her flaxen mane, having the odd sensation that it had become glued to her neck with sweat. Her exposed flesh had suddenly become clammy, and again, there was the odd feeling of a pallid breeze tickling the beaded perspiration. Nalith had already tried once to delve into the mind of the Goddess, her endeavor ending in failure, for whatever reasons she could only assume. Perhaps the creature existed on a higher level of existence, or maybe it was that her own powers were simply too weak. That certainly seemed to be a valid answer, as she watched the alabaster deitys flawless movements, the noble, albeit disdainful, gaze those eyes projected. Perhaps her hopes of analyzing such a creature were too ambitious.
The mare had so far remained silent, eventually stopping directly before her, but still declining to break the frigid tension with her tones. Speaking first would likely not bode well with her, and Nalith knew well enough to simply endure her examination in reserved silence; expressionless, tall, her entire frame motionless save for a habitual toss of her golden tressess. The mares eyes finally settled upon hers, cold and callous, calmly met by the honey gold warmth of mortal respect. Finally the goddesses lips parted, Naliths ears swiveling forward the moment the pallid rims opened; perhaps this dreaded vacuum of silence would come to an end. "What is it you seek from me?"
Her tone of voice had been unexpected, the mortals ears willing rotating back to their prior position. Perhaps the silence would have been better, such a spite filled voice was hardly worth listening to. She should not dwell on the tone though, she told herself, but the question itself.
"Or am I the one you seek at all?" The answers that arrived were items that, though she'd automatically assume a God or Goddess possessed, she found herself doubting this one could give. The ability to discern with ease between right and wrong, to know what was best for every situation; all things that seemed impossible for this diety to understand given her past. The reply she gave was an honest one, head dipping once in a sign of humility as she spoke. "My Lady, I desire only wisdom, and seek any that will bestow it. If that means I have sought you, then so be it."
Even the most callous of hearts possessed some wisdom; no creature, mortal or otherwise, was immune to knowledge. They all watched, they all felt, perhaps even all learned. The faint crease of a smile began to form, a tiny wrinkle at the corner of her lips that was swiftly erased. No, it would be unwise to trifle with a Deity, but were they really so different? This Goddess had even loved, perhaps her heart ached and raged for things not so different from a mortal. In fact, the Goddess had managed to teach her something, not even aware of it. There was no perfection in the world, and so the creature before her was not perfect. At the very least Ekima did not seem to possess the sort of wisdom she sought. Her own lips parted again to speak, quieter, and bearing within it her own subtle inquiry. "But I'm certain that you would know better than I whether you're the most suitable being to depart it."
PASSWORD: you'll never know
