Post by Raven on Oct 13, 2006 22:54:46 GMT -5
Name: Scythe
Age: About 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Appearance:
The tom has coarse fur and a white stripe down his chest. With light cream eyes that seem to burn, Scythe's white-tipped nose and white whiskers are a strong contrast to his long, black fur. Though his pelt is long, it's not as thick as one would suspect. (The other cat is his sister, Rose.)
Personality: Quiet and suspicious, Scythe is very protective and is also trustworthy. It takes very much for him to trust you, but the instant that you trust him you will have that trust until you are dead- or until you do one thing to lose it. He is quick to accuse and slow to accept, and the only cat he is very open with is his sister, Rose.
Name: Rose
Age: About 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Appearance:
With a white pelt, this she-cat looks like a tabby, though the black and brown tabby markings are merely an addition, more like a paint job than a tabby she-cat. Her eyes are a light brown-gray, and her chin has a splotch of brown as well.
Personality: Sweet and often the spokesperson for the two of them, Rose is very calm and rarely rash. Often too quick to trust, she often relies on her brother to judge character, and to make big decisions. While Rose is being polite to the cats that they meet, Scythe is the one who will be suspicious. They each have their roll, and it has been working out quite nicely. They rarely fight, as both are open-minded, but only to one another.
History: Long ago, in a land far away, there was a cat. This she-cat was heavily pregnant, and banned from her clan for treachery- she had gotten pregnant by a cat from another clan. This she-cat was named Roseclaw. Stumbling away from her clan, sharp pangs took over her body, and screams of pain erupted from her throat. The lover that had fathered her kits heard her screams and rushed to her side, his name being Stonescythe. Helping his love to a shady spot, she had her kits- two of them. Stonescythe and Roseclaw named their kits: the she-kit Rose, and the tom-kit Scythe. Then, Roseclaw died, because of the kitting. Stonescythe killed himself from the agony, and a loner took the two kits in- her name was Starling. Now, long after Starling's death, Scythe and Rose roam these lands, alone and trying to survive.
Role Play Example: The burning eyes that had so fascinated Silentwrath were not a she-cat’s, as he had suspected, but they were the eyes of Scythe, who was furious that they had accidentally stumbled upon someone else’s land. Rose pressed her brown-splotted nose into her brother’s pelt, trying to stop the furious trembling that was overtaking his body. “How could we have not known!” He whispered harshly to himself, as Rose merely shook her head. “Anybody could have made that mistake!” “No, Rose, there were scent markers- I see that now! We must go. Now!” “But-“ “No buts Rose. We’re leaving.” “Scythe, you said so yourself, we have a nice place now! Let’s just stay, a little longer…” Her voice was imploring as she begged her brother, her light brown-gray eyes shining as she started to win him over, his burning cream eyes softening as he watched her. “Fine.” He grumbled, and Rose began to hum with joy, her tail twitching behind her comfortably. As the she-cat trotted off, the tom looked back towards the CheetahClan camp, his tail swooshing behind him worriedly. “I have a bad feeling about this…” His voice cut through the night, a soft whisper that nobody heard…
Secret Phrase: On The Edge
Age: About 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Appearance:
The tom has coarse fur and a white stripe down his chest. With light cream eyes that seem to burn, Scythe's white-tipped nose and white whiskers are a strong contrast to his long, black fur. Though his pelt is long, it's not as thick as one would suspect. (The other cat is his sister, Rose.)
Personality: Quiet and suspicious, Scythe is very protective and is also trustworthy. It takes very much for him to trust you, but the instant that you trust him you will have that trust until you are dead- or until you do one thing to lose it. He is quick to accuse and slow to accept, and the only cat he is very open with is his sister, Rose.
Name: Rose
Age: About 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Loner
Clan: None
Appearance:
With a white pelt, this she-cat looks like a tabby, though the black and brown tabby markings are merely an addition, more like a paint job than a tabby she-cat. Her eyes are a light brown-gray, and her chin has a splotch of brown as well.
Personality: Sweet and often the spokesperson for the two of them, Rose is very calm and rarely rash. Often too quick to trust, she often relies on her brother to judge character, and to make big decisions. While Rose is being polite to the cats that they meet, Scythe is the one who will be suspicious. They each have their roll, and it has been working out quite nicely. They rarely fight, as both are open-minded, but only to one another.
History: Long ago, in a land far away, there was a cat. This she-cat was heavily pregnant, and banned from her clan for treachery- she had gotten pregnant by a cat from another clan. This she-cat was named Roseclaw. Stumbling away from her clan, sharp pangs took over her body, and screams of pain erupted from her throat. The lover that had fathered her kits heard her screams and rushed to her side, his name being Stonescythe. Helping his love to a shady spot, she had her kits- two of them. Stonescythe and Roseclaw named their kits: the she-kit Rose, and the tom-kit Scythe. Then, Roseclaw died, because of the kitting. Stonescythe killed himself from the agony, and a loner took the two kits in- her name was Starling. Now, long after Starling's death, Scythe and Rose roam these lands, alone and trying to survive.
Role Play Example: The burning eyes that had so fascinated Silentwrath were not a she-cat’s, as he had suspected, but they were the eyes of Scythe, who was furious that they had accidentally stumbled upon someone else’s land. Rose pressed her brown-splotted nose into her brother’s pelt, trying to stop the furious trembling that was overtaking his body. “How could we have not known!” He whispered harshly to himself, as Rose merely shook her head. “Anybody could have made that mistake!” “No, Rose, there were scent markers- I see that now! We must go. Now!” “But-“ “No buts Rose. We’re leaving.” “Scythe, you said so yourself, we have a nice place now! Let’s just stay, a little longer…” Her voice was imploring as she begged her brother, her light brown-gray eyes shining as she started to win him over, his burning cream eyes softening as he watched her. “Fine.” He grumbled, and Rose began to hum with joy, her tail twitching behind her comfortably. As the she-cat trotted off, the tom looked back towards the CheetahClan camp, his tail swooshing behind him worriedly. “I have a bad feeling about this…” His voice cut through the night, a soft whisper that nobody heard…
Secret Phrase: On The Edge
