Post by hemoglobin on Jan 17, 2011 13:31:57 GMT -5
Name: Snowlily
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Snowlily is a medium-sized Bengal she-cat with quite an unusual dappled coat. Unlike most Bengals, her splotches look more like disproportionate stains, most of them dyed with several shades of silver and argent. As well, her blemishes accumulate their tinges to mold into pitch black patches. Her coat’s bizarre patterns shape eccentric trims that surround all her body and eventually accrue in her back. But overall, they outline her sleek body figure and make her look appealing and refined. Because pale (nearly all pearl) hues dominate most of her body and once light casts over her fur it gleams, she earned her name which also acknowledges her pure soul. Despite her breed, Snowlily’s fleece not only pronounces in its ashes, but conjointly strikes with its aphetic tinge, giving this she-cat quite a dazzling but beautiful aspect. She’s got a noble and natural posture and usually pads with confidence, the one that would occasionally twist and reveal her insecurity. Her jacket may appear slim but it thickens depending on the weather and hirsutes when the dwellings she hangs around are moist. Snowlily may turn sassy when it comes to such a dilemma for she despises how her pelt reacts in those situations. But she owns an angelical face that’s an eye catcher and with her slender body, many toms fall for her. Translucent celestial (faintly sapphire) eyes twinkle below her forehead, giving all her guise an exquisite and completely even fashion. They possesses a variety of tawny imbues that swirl with charm and are useful acute beams for night hunting. Her front legs seem to extend more than her back legs, thought they both have an exact measure. Her paws boast a similar size and concealed sharp claws. The tip of her long tail darkens even more than her body’s black stains, which also combine with bland gray stripes that are not very outstanding but easy to locate or mark between its luridness.
[ p i c t u r e ! ♫ ]
Personality: Thought this she-cat’s appearance may show conviction and reliance, Snowlily is a drastically bashful warrior. As a kit, she was entirely dependent for her parents and never dared to speak to any kits in the nursery. As an apprentice, this pretty she-cat eventually reformed, but her demureness has never been loosened. Despite such fear, she’s a quick witted warrior with a high intellect, higher than most cats her age and is usually secure when making a decision. She’s responsible with her warrior duties and obedient with the ones in her clan that have a high authority. She’s a true thinker and evaluates every angle of a problem for a balanced answer. Her bearing reflects her delusive personality that consists in her attempt to become intimidating and daunting so her biggest tremor of being rejected is never accomplished. Never less, Snowlily has a pristine heart that avoids aspersion and dishonesty; such makes every ShadowClanner trust every word she speaks for she is constantly unable to lie. As her eyes annotate, she’s pretty caring and tender and has a special relationship with Blazepatch, as well as a close friendship with Stoneclaw. When the trio of warriors was kits, both toms always tried to impress Snowlily, usually competing dirtily with each other. The pretty she-cat was benevolent to both of them and thanks to her faithful clique and admirers, she was able to survive the following stages of her live. But after an obnoxious tragedy that happened to them, she changed almighty, both in the negative and positive way. After the catastrophic event, however, she gained more personality and the power of demanding authority quietly, always reminding cats of their places. But by perceiving this character, she only shows a lie that she will never reveal, unless the time is right or until she gains courage. Despite all this, Snowlily symbolizes fate, hope, love, and beauty in her clan and constantly out stands in gatherings because of her intelligence but as well, because of her every-day deceit.
History: Snowlily’s roots are clear, as well as her kin. Her family has outlined their names in history, but however, not precisely because of their famous achieves, but because they were the biggest blood traitors in the forest. Most pure blood families are haughty and proud for having an undiluted kin and abdicate crudely the half blood warriors. Snowlily’s family, instead, was known for the acquaintanceship and affliction they had with kittypets, loners, and rogues. Even thought her grandparents once saved the clan, and despite the rights and affairs her father created so there was peace between the ShadowClanners and a band of rogues that lived near the camp, other pure bloods loathe her and her family. When Snowlily was born, the many gossips that circulated about her made her fragile and feeble, not only psychologically, but as well as physically. The ShadowClan’s medicine cat had few hopes about her and always depressed her parents by telling them death was near their precious daughter (the medicine cat was also a pure blood that later was killed by a loner). A few weeks after her birth, two toms were born at a precise moment but from different mothers. Time cruised rapidly by and when the toms heard the pitiful story of Snowkit, did not hesitate to visit her. Only their joy and love made the she-cat gain strength and when the day she was predicted to perish, she proceeded with her live and passed straight into it, Stonekit and Blazekit with her. The three friends grew up together, as well as Snowkit. The once lamentable kit soon became the most beautiful she-cat in the whole clan, beaming and sharing her privileged to everybody else. But a few months after she became a warrior, Blazepatch’s and Stoneclaw’s corpses were found floating in the river. Nobody never understood or dared to question or investigate about their deaths. There were rumors they murdered each other for the she-cat’s heart, for both constantly emulated and competed for her heart. By dying, after destroying Snowlily’s heart or only hope or survival, gave her something useful. They shaped her rough and merciless side, which later affected her whole live. She has been living in the ShadowClan camp ever since.
Role Play Example: Snowlily narrowed her charming sapphire orbs, gazing hard at the boulders near the waterfall. The water sparkled below her paws and her shadow drifted extensively behind her, reaching a huge oak. The young warrior hissed silently for the stream’s liquid scarcely clasped, revealing the fish that swam underneath the warm sun. She flexed her claws and nibbled her tail with them, not daring take a single step ahead, in case the creature noticed her thread. Just as the sun’s radiant and blinding rays clashed over the fish’s scaled body, did the warrior hazarded ahead. Her shadow was still safely hidden by the oak and only her claws rigged by the riverbank, surpassing its limits. Abruptly, Snowlily’s burnished weapons impelled traversly above the creature and slashed it compassionately. Buoyancy dominated the animal’s body (or probably corpse) for a couple of heartbeats, until finally; it rose from the water, its organ no longer accomplishing its task of hovering in the water. Snowlily forced an outraged grin as she grabbed the fish by its tail and trotted back to the camp. Its captious stench doused in her nose trills, causing her ears to recoil in disgust. Water creatures were her least favorite food for they dwelled in the repudiating place Stoneclaw and Blazepatch had died: the river. As the beautiful she-cat marched back to her camp, her compressed tears blurred her sight so it was gradually and imperceptibly soothing to descry the ShadowClan’s picture in her fogged vision.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Medicine Cat
Age: 37 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Snowlily is a medium-sized Bengal she-cat with quite an unusual dappled coat. Unlike most Bengals, her splotches look more like disproportionate stains, most of them dyed with several shades of silver and argent. As well, her blemishes accumulate their tinges to mold into pitch black patches. Her coat’s bizarre patterns shape eccentric trims that surround all her body and eventually accrue in her back. But overall, they outline her sleek body figure and make her look appealing and refined. Because pale (nearly all pearl) hues dominate most of her body and once light casts over her fur it gleams, she earned her name which also acknowledges her pure soul. Despite her breed, Snowlily’s fleece not only pronounces in its ashes, but conjointly strikes with its aphetic tinge, giving this she-cat quite a dazzling but beautiful aspect. She’s got a noble and natural posture and usually pads with confidence, the one that would occasionally twist and reveal her insecurity. Her jacket may appear slim but it thickens depending on the weather and hirsutes when the dwellings she hangs around are moist. Snowlily may turn sassy when it comes to such a dilemma for she despises how her pelt reacts in those situations. But she owns an angelical face that’s an eye catcher and with her slender body, many toms fall for her. Translucent celestial (faintly sapphire) eyes twinkle below her forehead, giving all her guise an exquisite and completely even fashion. They possesses a variety of tawny imbues that swirl with charm and are useful acute beams for night hunting. Her front legs seem to extend more than her back legs, thought they both have an exact measure. Her paws boast a similar size and concealed sharp claws. The tip of her long tail darkens even more than her body’s black stains, which also combine with bland gray stripes that are not very outstanding but easy to locate or mark between its luridness.
[ p i c t u r e ! ♫ ]
Personality: Thought this she-cat’s appearance may show conviction and reliance, Snowlily is a drastically bashful warrior. As a kit, she was entirely dependent for her parents and never dared to speak to any kits in the nursery. As an apprentice, this pretty she-cat eventually reformed, but her demureness has never been loosened. Despite such fear, she’s a quick witted warrior with a high intellect, higher than most cats her age and is usually secure when making a decision. She’s responsible with her warrior duties and obedient with the ones in her clan that have a high authority. She’s a true thinker and evaluates every angle of a problem for a balanced answer. Her bearing reflects her delusive personality that consists in her attempt to become intimidating and daunting so her biggest tremor of being rejected is never accomplished. Never less, Snowlily has a pristine heart that avoids aspersion and dishonesty; such makes every ShadowClanner trust every word she speaks for she is constantly unable to lie. As her eyes annotate, she’s pretty caring and tender and has a special relationship with Blazepatch, as well as a close friendship with Stoneclaw. When the trio of warriors was kits, both toms always tried to impress Snowlily, usually competing dirtily with each other. The pretty she-cat was benevolent to both of them and thanks to her faithful clique and admirers, she was able to survive the following stages of her live. But after an obnoxious tragedy that happened to them, she changed almighty, both in the negative and positive way. After the catastrophic event, however, she gained more personality and the power of demanding authority quietly, always reminding cats of their places. But by perceiving this character, she only shows a lie that she will never reveal, unless the time is right or until she gains courage. Despite all this, Snowlily symbolizes fate, hope, love, and beauty in her clan and constantly out stands in gatherings because of her intelligence but as well, because of her every-day deceit.
History: Snowlily’s roots are clear, as well as her kin. Her family has outlined their names in history, but however, not precisely because of their famous achieves, but because they were the biggest blood traitors in the forest. Most pure blood families are haughty and proud for having an undiluted kin and abdicate crudely the half blood warriors. Snowlily’s family, instead, was known for the acquaintanceship and affliction they had with kittypets, loners, and rogues. Even thought her grandparents once saved the clan, and despite the rights and affairs her father created so there was peace between the ShadowClanners and a band of rogues that lived near the camp, other pure bloods loathe her and her family. When Snowlily was born, the many gossips that circulated about her made her fragile and feeble, not only psychologically, but as well as physically. The ShadowClan’s medicine cat had few hopes about her and always depressed her parents by telling them death was near their precious daughter (the medicine cat was also a pure blood that later was killed by a loner). A few weeks after her birth, two toms were born at a precise moment but from different mothers. Time cruised rapidly by and when the toms heard the pitiful story of Snowkit, did not hesitate to visit her. Only their joy and love made the she-cat gain strength and when the day she was predicted to perish, she proceeded with her live and passed straight into it, Stonekit and Blazekit with her. The three friends grew up together, as well as Snowkit. The once lamentable kit soon became the most beautiful she-cat in the whole clan, beaming and sharing her privileged to everybody else. But a few months after she became a warrior, Blazepatch’s and Stoneclaw’s corpses were found floating in the river. Nobody never understood or dared to question or investigate about their deaths. There were rumors they murdered each other for the she-cat’s heart, for both constantly emulated and competed for her heart. By dying, after destroying Snowlily’s heart or only hope or survival, gave her something useful. They shaped her rough and merciless side, which later affected her whole live. She has been living in the ShadowClan camp ever since.
Role Play Example: Snowlily narrowed her charming sapphire orbs, gazing hard at the boulders near the waterfall. The water sparkled below her paws and her shadow drifted extensively behind her, reaching a huge oak. The young warrior hissed silently for the stream’s liquid scarcely clasped, revealing the fish that swam underneath the warm sun. She flexed her claws and nibbled her tail with them, not daring take a single step ahead, in case the creature noticed her thread. Just as the sun’s radiant and blinding rays clashed over the fish’s scaled body, did the warrior hazarded ahead. Her shadow was still safely hidden by the oak and only her claws rigged by the riverbank, surpassing its limits. Abruptly, Snowlily’s burnished weapons impelled traversly above the creature and slashed it compassionately. Buoyancy dominated the animal’s body (or probably corpse) for a couple of heartbeats, until finally; it rose from the water, its organ no longer accomplishing its task of hovering in the water. Snowlily forced an outraged grin as she grabbed the fish by its tail and trotted back to the camp. Its captious stench doused in her nose trills, causing her ears to recoil in disgust. Water creatures were her least favorite food for they dwelled in the repudiating place Stoneclaw and Blazepatch had died: the river. As the beautiful she-cat marched back to her camp, her compressed tears blurred her sight so it was gradually and imperceptibly soothing to descry the ShadowClan’s picture in her fogged vision.
