Post by Temperance Rose on Aug 13, 2007 12:24:33 GMT -5
- Character Info -
[/u]Name:
Rosepetal
Rank and Clan:
Warrior of EagleClan
Age:
14 moons approximately but no one knows her real age.
Gender:
Female
Love Life:
Once, long ago, there was someone...but not now.
Picture:
Peltage :
Rosepetal is a stunning she-cat to look at. She has medium length fur that only just brushes the ground. it is extremely thick so she has hardly any scars on her skin, but she does have one missing claw from a far-away battle, unknown to her clan. Her coat is a deep gold, almost approaching brown now. But she has a long strip of darker fur running along her spine. Her eyes as a deep brown, like the hazelnuts you find in green-leaf. Her claws are small and black and she can move them quickly so they will hurt!
Personality:
Rosepetal can be a very kind she-cat. Warm and gentle to all she meets and especially to kits. She is liked by all and no one particularly cares what happened to her before she joined the clan. She is a great friend of Docstar's and he considered making her his deputy but she turned it down, preferring the freedom of being a warrior. But every cat has a dark side and rose has a fiery temper, like her mother before her, if you upset someone close to her she will fight back with such force it will leave you reeling, and, trust me, she won't like you much after that.
History:
No one really knows much about Rosepetal. When she joined the clan she was already and experienced fighter and went by the name of Rose. She had many scars and was really ill. It took a while but eventually she got better and now she is a strong warrior, willing to die for her clan. As she was nursed by Rainbowmist she grew close to her and Docstar who visited her. She is now very popular but extremly lonley.
Other:
none
Role-Play Sample:
RiverclanSilverstream propelled herself across the water thinking deeply about what she mother had just told her. Some water gushed into her mouth and she coughed, bringing her back to her senses. She heaved her self out of the water and shook her pelt dry. Her eyes slowly turned from green to amber. She couldn’t believe what she had just heard. In her mind she could set the scene.
A she-cat was lying in a ditch near the Riverclan boarder. She strained and a lifeless kit fell onto the ground. The she-cat licked the kit desperately, trying to revive him, but he was cold. She looked up at Silverpelt and let out a yowl of pain and grief. Then the pains started again, she strained once more and a kit, a silver tabby, fell onto the bloodstained leaves. The she-cat turned away. It was obvious the kit was dead. But this kit wasn’t going to give up, she mewed to her mother for milk, and more importantly, for love. The she-cat yowled again, but this time with joy! She gave thanks to Starclan as she cleaned her kit and pushed her closer to her belly. But the she-cat was weak and as she put her head down on the ground, she closed her eyes and breathed her last breath.
Silverstream wiped a tear from her eye. She then knew that a Riverclan patrol had found her and brought her back to camp where she was raised by Mudmask, who she (up till this morning) had thought as her mother.
This time she couldn’t stop a tear sliding down her cheeks. She stared into the sky and the clouds turned black. A storm was coming.
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