Post by × Vulture × on Jul 2, 2008 17:05:41 GMT -5
Name: Goldenpaw [Goldenleaf]
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:
Personality:
History:
RP Example:
Codewords: CORRECT
Sorry this bio is so long; I got carried away with her history. =]
Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance:
The pelt color of this she-cat is obviously golden; stripes and areas of different shades of orange are mingled in her fur with the general color. Her coat is thick, so she grooms it multiple times a day, and it's quite the advantage in leaf-bare. Her dark amber eyes gleam with energy at day, but when night falls and everybody else goes to sleep, they reflect sadness. Since she's a Maine Coon, a purebred because of where she was born, Goldenpaw's body is large for an apprentice, though still smaller than the average tom. Her ears are triangular, coming to pointed tips with erect tufts of wispy fur like the feline's distant cousin, the lynx. Though her pelt is too thick for it to be noticable, this apprentice possesses strong muscles that nearly every Maine Coon has, and they've been further developed by climbing trees - one of her best skills. Her paws are large as well; altogether she gives off the sense that she'd be a fierce opponent in battle.
Personality:
When the sun shines in the sky and other cats are around her, Goldenpaw is vibrant and full of energy. She always seems ready to serve her Clan or have herself a bit of fun; jumping up and down for a training session; asking another apprentice eagerly to join her in one of her youthful games. She's often enthusiastic about the ideas of others, for she likes to support her Clanmates. But when she gets a thought of her own, she's persistent, and even in other situations she can be quite stubborn. Goldenpaw is usually kind to others and tries to be understanding, but she can still be hardheaded and aggravating even if she doesn't mean to. Most view her as a promising, energetic youngster full of life and with a thirst for adventure; she's extremely lucky that they've all managed to look past where she came from and accept her as a true Clan cat. But Goldenpaw, though no one knows, has two faces; the joyful one that everybody sees, and another only she knows of crying for help, drowning in tears of the past.
History:
Goldenpaw was born a kittypet in a comfortable Twoleg nest. Though sometimes she felt as if she was growing tired of the strange pellets she was fed, the unnatural wind that blew from a rumbling contraption in the Twoleg nest, and the limited freedom her housefolk offered her, she was ultimately satisfied with her life. However, it seemed that her mother wasn't content with her. After several moons, Goldenpaw's brothers and sisters began to get taken away by many strange Twolegs she had never seen before. They didn't seem very scared, for their mother told them everything would be all right, and that they would be safe; Goldenpaw had wondered why she wasn't more reluctant to see her kittens go. Eventually, all her siblings were gone, and only she remained. Her mother hardly ever talked to her, and would hiss if she tried to get close. The poor she-kit felt hurt and unwanted because of this.
Many different Twolegs came and went, picking her up much to Goldenpaw's dismay, examining her closely, and observing her actions. But she was never taken away from the Twoleg nest like the others had been; she was too troublesome and aggressive for any of their likings. Her mother was growing frustated as many a human visited them, but none ever left with her last remaining daughter. Goldenpaw had finally accepted that her mother didn't want her; it felt like she hated her. Still, it came as a shock when the older she-cat unexpectedly grabbed her by the scruff one night, pushed through the cat flap in the wall, and trotted briskly toward the garden fence. She leaped atop it, then jumped over the other side, all the while with a confused and frightened Goldenpaw dangling from her jaws. Soon, her mother stopped at the edge of the forest. She padded into the shadows, still having not said one word to her daughter. Finally, she lowered her head and rested Goldenpaw on the leaf-littered forest floor. With one final lick on the head, she turned and bounded away without hesitance - leaving a terrified kitten whimpering in the darkness of the woods, too scared to try and follow her mother. So Goldenpaw just rested her head on her forepaws, closed her eyes, and fell asleep; running in nightmares. When she awoke, two large, muscular felines were standing over her. When she asked them shakily who they were, they explained that they were from RiverClan, one of the wild cat Clans that she'd heard of only a couple times, and when they'd been patrolling their border they'd heard frightened mewling; she often did that when nightmares haunted her half-conscious thoughts. Upon asking her, Goldenpaw tearfully told the two warriors, they'd called themselves, about everything. They sympathetically invited her to come back to RiverClan with them, where she'd be given a nice new home. She had no idea how the wild cats lived, but she knew that she had no other choice. So the warriors brought her to RiverClan's camp; at first all the cats were skeptical about her potential as a Clan cat, but the leader knew that she needed a home either way. So she was given the new name, Goldenpaw, as she was already six moons old and ready to become an apprentice. As time went by, and she tried extra hard in her warrior training, everybody - even some in other Clans - saw that she was definitely one of them, and they, as well as StarClan, accepted her. However, some cats from other Clans still make rude remarks and hold her kittypet heritage against her - and no matter how much time goes by, the scars of feeling unwanted and hated by her own mother will never allow her tears to be dried.
RP Example:
"Goodnight, Goldenpaw!"
The last apprentice besides herself disappeared into the den of their rank. As soon as Goldenpaw saw their tail-tip disappear, she sighed deeply. Padding over to a stone jutting out upwards from the ground of RiverClan's camp, the golden Maine Coon she-cat laid herself down. She rested her head up against the rock beside her, dark amber eyes glistening with fresh tears as she gazed up at the full moon. A round, full moon had also hung in the sky on the night when her hateful mother abandoned her. The older she-cat had never wanted her kittens, and when Goldenpaw was the last one left, never getting taken away by Twolegs like her siblings had, she was finally left in the woods and discovered by two patrolling RiverClan warriors. That's how she'd come to live in this Clan, and although she much rather preffered this new life that she'd been living for two moons, what her mother did to her and how she felt towards her own daughter made her cry every night when her Clanmates all went to sleep.
I hide behind what I pretend to be.
[Wow, that was lame, but at least it's over ten lines. ^^]
Codewords: CORRECT
Sorry this bio is so long; I got carried away with her history. =]
And by the way Hawk, could you please change Goldenpaw's short-description to 'golden Maine Coon she-cat with dark amber eyes'? Thanks. =]