Post by metaphoricalpaw on Jul 28, 2008 22:13:26 GMT -5
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Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
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Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Four years.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
.metaphoricalpaw
Desired IC prefix:
Metaphorical
Gender:
Female
Mate:
No
Desired Rank:
Apprentice
Desired Clan:
EarthClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
pelt;;
Metaphoricalpaw's silver fur covers her from the tip of her ears to the tip of her tail. It is long and billowy, thin, plastering to her body when she gets wet and always well-groomed. It is monotonous, broken only by soft splotches of cloudy white and thin black tabby stripes. Dapples of white dot the pelt on her tail and back legs - each leg is midnight black, from the tip of limbs to the end of paws.
eyes;;
Seemingly fitting on her soft but yet textured face, her eyes are sharp and clear, with gold flecks among wan olive-green. Her pupils are unique, clear and embedded deep in her eyes, easily lost in the color. They show her quick obedience and intelligence, sharp to take in every blade of grass, every drop of dew.
shape;;
Although her billowy pelt shows the illusion of it, Metaphoricalpaw isn't as soft as she looks. Quite oppositely, she is slender, almost too thin. No matter how underfed she seems to be, Metaphoricalpaw is a formidable opponent, with strong legs and a perfectly balancing tail for speed. She is fast as the wind, due to the small shape her mother gave her at birth - other Clan's cats sometimes mistake her for a kit because of this; she also has wide kit-like paws, adding to their view of her.
social;;
Metaphoricalpaw is far from shy, but is always lost in thoughts, so others don't normally talk to her. This causes a large social problem with her denmates, and so she can't feel as if she can trust them. She is hidden in a dark shell of sadness and has low self-esteem - she just wishes that someday she could trust someone enough to open her heart to him, and he could tell her that he sees the beauty she never saw in her own reflection.
mind;;
Metaphoricalpaw is wise beyond her young age, and is a quick-thinker and problem-solver. She appreciates the bond between her mentor and herself, cherishing praise more than usual. She always thinks before she makes a move in battle, even if only for a single moment. She believes in peace, but will always fight for her Clan if she is needed, and her faith in StarClan is true as anything.
training;;
Metaphoricalpaw is quiet and inquisitive, always listening to her mentor without fail. She tries her hardest in her battle moves and hunting crouches, and always hopes to do her best in everything she does. She likes to go hunting alone, however, as it shows she'll bring more prey than usual, and cherishes the warm glow she feels when her mentor shows pride for her.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: Four years.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
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"There's a badger in ShadowClan territory," rasped the voice that was Metaphoricalpaw's leader. The apprentice was gazing up at the nine-lived cat, her long fur shifting softly in the breeze. Her pale green eyes followed Thrushkit, her brother, as he emerged from the nursery, his face the picture of disdain. Sympathy rose up in Metaphoricalpaw's chest for her brother - his apprentice ceremony was due days before, but a punishment caused him to be delayed a moon. Keeping her ears angled to listen to her leader, she mewed greeting to her bracken-colored brother, completely unlike her own silver fur. While he had dark tabby stripes like hers, his were broad, and her's were thin. And though his legs were black as night - just like hers - his fur was short, and hers was long. The only common thing between the siblings were their eyes - the same sad green as their father.
"I swear, if I ever have to listen to another mewl from Jasminekit, I'll slice her open!" he hissed, flattening his ears as if he actually imagined doing that. Metaphoricalpaw wasn't surprised her brother was so irritable - no apprentice-aged cat wanted to be locked up in the nursery all day. She brushed her soft tail over her brother's flank sympathetically. "Cheer up. At least you can come out for Clan meetings and ceremonies."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew they were the wrong words to say. Her brother wouldn't see his own ceremony for a while yet. "Yeah? Well maybe I don't want to watch any stupid ceremonies!" he snarled softly as to not interrupt his leader - even as angry as he was, he didn't dare disrespect his leader. Metaphoricalpaw shot a sorrowful glance at her brother, and he licked her ear in return. "It's okay," he muttered under his breath. "I shouldn't have followed Acorntail out of camp. It's not your fault." Relief prickled Metaphoricalpaw's paws, then dread released when her brother spoke again.
"I have an idea."
Metaphoricalpaw tried to ignore the frozen feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. "What?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her. Her brother paused dramatically, flicking the tip of his tail excitedly. "If we find and kill that badger, maybe they'll make me an apprentice!" he announced into Metaphoricalpaw's ear. Cold fear dug into Metaphoricalpaw's heart. Her brother did have a point, she rationalized. If they killed the badger, there would be no threat to the kits or the warriors. And if they did it alone, they could devise a plan without the warriors questioning it. She realized Thrushkit was awaiting an answer, and she mewed tentatively, "I don't know... when would we do it, though?"
Maybe Thrushkit sensed she wasn't so keen on it. "We could do it after the ceremony, and devise a plan right now so we can be ready!" he ventured, his voice turning into high-pitched excited squeals. He wanted to be an apprentice more than anything, realized Metaphoricalpaw. Not even a big badger would stand in his way.
Every good note in Metaphoricalpaw's mind told her not to go, that it was mouse-brained and foolish. But she couldn't ignore the light of excitement in her brother's pale-green eyes, and she did admit he was right. If they killed the badger, with the right moves, the Clan would be safe. And they would be heroes. Trying to ignore the fear prickling her pads, Metaphoricalpaw swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "Okay, we'll go. Right after this."
Thrushkit looked as if he could barely contain a yip of excitement. His paws kneaded the ground anxiously as he whispered his plan into Metaphoricalpaw's ear. "We'll go after this, sneaking out of the dirt-place entrance. If he roll in some mud on the way there, nobody can follow our scent - and the badger can't scent us either," he added with a note of pride hitting his voice. Metaphoricalpaw realized that it was a brilliant plan, and she could see her brother becoming a great warrior one day - great for devising top-notch plans. Listening to both her leader and Thrushkit, she took in the information. "And then we can attack in the same way you were taught - you leap on his back, I'll get his legs. We'll send the badger running - if we don't kill him first!" Thrushkit finished, his voice raising slightly in triumph.
Metaphoricalpaw forced a friendly purr from her throat. "That's a great plan," she allowed, brushing her muzzle across her brother's cheek. "But we have to be careful; you know that." Her brother let out an exasperated sigh. "You sound like Violetflower!" he complained teasingly, naming Jasminekit's mother, the same queen who suckled them as kits. Metaphoricalpaw ignored the comment. Worry clouded her judgment. What if the plan didn't work? What if she didn't come back?
Pushing away all her doubts with a fierce determination, Metaphoricalpaw swallowed loudly. She could do this.
***
Metaphoricalpaw and Thrushkit sneaked out just before sunrise, as the Clan patrols went out. "If we stay downwind, they won't scent us," assured Thrushkit, calming one sliver of Metaphoricalpaw's worry. Nodding, the siblings moved as one, their pelts brushing. They followed the trail their leader had set for them unintentionally, when he followed it himself. Calming her fears, Metaphoricalpaw focused on her brother's confidence and hoped he could share some with her. The scent of badger grew stronger, suffocating the scents of the marsh, until the two reached the forest near the Thunderpath - and more importantly, near the badger set.
Even Thrushkit seemed nervous as they crept up on the badger's sanctum, slowly, paw by paw. "Thrushkit, are you sure about this?" Metaphoricalpaw whispered breathlessly, her muzzle a whisker away from her brother's ear. Her brother was shaking - with anticipation or nervousness, Metaphoricalpaw couldn't tell - and he nodded, whispering, "Too late now."
The clearing of the badger set was in plain sight now. The wind carried the strong, fresh stench of badger, and Metaphoricalpaw knew there would be danger soon. Her mind blanked as she tried to remember the plan her brother laid out - she was to leap on the badger's back, and he was to aim for the legs...
The sudden shift of wind alarmed Metaphoricalpaw to the scent of fresh badger, nearer than before. She was about to warn Thrushkit until the rustling in the bushes revealed a blunt snout and malicious eyes. Fear froze Metaphoricalpaw in place for a split second until she realized the badger had seen them. "Thrushkit!" she yowled, jumping up immediately, her long fur bristling on the shoulders. Her brother turned to look at her, her own fear reflected in his pale eyes. "Run!" she whispered fiercely, turning around to flee from the powerful, evil badger. She looked back once to see Thrushkit following, and she turned again and ran faster than she ever had before. Her pads ached and burned, but she knew she couldn't stop. Fear blinded her senses and emotions - she could only think fleeting thoughts: her own safety, the scent of fear plain in the air, Thrushkit...
She was in ShadowClan camp before she could realize where she was. She felt winded, like something had knocked the breath out of her lungs. Wheezing, her thoughts were fragmented as her aching paws became acutely painful. A senior warrior's worried gaze followed hers, and he asked a question that didn't register to Metaphoricalpaw's panicking mind. Thrushkit hadn't made it to camp, she heard her mind tell her. He was still out there!
Metaphoricalpaw ignored the warrior's question and immediately spun around, fear for her brother making her reckless. Her pads tore on the ground, and thorns got caught in her fur. She didn't know how long she was running through the forest. All she knew was that her brother wasn't with her, and she didn't know what she'd do without him.
His scent finally reached her nose, but it was masked by fear and blood. Terror welled up inside of her chest and she followed a trail of blood to her brother's broken and bloody body. "No," she whispered, her breath ragged. "Oh, StarClan, no." Thrushkit's flank was heaving, and he was struggling for breath. "No!" yowled Metaphoricalpaw, rushing forward to bury her face in Thrushkit's fur. She ignored the sickening scent of blood and only lost herself in her tears. She looked up to look in her brother's half-closed eyes, and saw her own pain reflected in his wan orbs. "Thrushkit," she whispered hoarsely, tears staining her thin, billowy fur. "I'm so, so sorry. I should've checked to make sure you were here..."
Thrushkit opened his eyes fully to stare at Metaphoricalpaw. He struggled to form words from his lips, and suddenly his gaze was torn from his sister, at something just above her head. Joy, hidden behind a thick curtain of pain, was held in his pale eyes. "Metaphoricalpaw," he wheezed, his chest shuddering with the effort. "I see father."
"No," whispered his sister, staring in horror at the death before her. "I'm sorry, Thrushkit. It's all my fault. I knew it was dangerous, I knew we shouldn't have done it. But I wanted you to be an apprentice too, I know you wanted it so much. I'm sorry I didn't look back to check..." More words tumbled from Metaphoricalpaw's lips, but the pain disappeared from her brother's eyes, and there was a dull look there as he closed his eyes for the final time. His chest heaved, shuddering, and he was gone.
Metaphoricalpaw sat watching the blood dry on her brother's pelt until his form blurred through her tears. She felt herself die inside, and she buried her face in his blood-stained fur, blocking out all senses. It was too late. He was gone forever.
[/right][/color]"There's a badger in ShadowClan territory," rasped the voice that was Metaphoricalpaw's leader. The apprentice was gazing up at the nine-lived cat, her long fur shifting softly in the breeze. Her pale green eyes followed Thrushkit, her brother, as he emerged from the nursery, his face the picture of disdain. Sympathy rose up in Metaphoricalpaw's chest for her brother - his apprentice ceremony was due days before, but a punishment caused him to be delayed a moon. Keeping her ears angled to listen to her leader, she mewed greeting to her bracken-colored brother, completely unlike her own silver fur. While he had dark tabby stripes like hers, his were broad, and her's were thin. And though his legs were black as night - just like hers - his fur was short, and hers was long. The only common thing between the siblings were their eyes - the same sad green as their father.
"I swear, if I ever have to listen to another mewl from Jasminekit, I'll slice her open!" he hissed, flattening his ears as if he actually imagined doing that. Metaphoricalpaw wasn't surprised her brother was so irritable - no apprentice-aged cat wanted to be locked up in the nursery all day. She brushed her soft tail over her brother's flank sympathetically. "Cheer up. At least you can come out for Clan meetings and ceremonies."
As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she knew they were the wrong words to say. Her brother wouldn't see his own ceremony for a while yet. "Yeah? Well maybe I don't want to watch any stupid ceremonies!" he snarled softly as to not interrupt his leader - even as angry as he was, he didn't dare disrespect his leader. Metaphoricalpaw shot a sorrowful glance at her brother, and he licked her ear in return. "It's okay," he muttered under his breath. "I shouldn't have followed Acorntail out of camp. It's not your fault." Relief prickled Metaphoricalpaw's paws, then dread released when her brother spoke again.
"I have an idea."
Metaphoricalpaw tried to ignore the frozen feeling of dread in the pit of her stomach. "What?" she asked, curiosity getting the best of her. Her brother paused dramatically, flicking the tip of his tail excitedly. "If we find and kill that badger, maybe they'll make me an apprentice!" he announced into Metaphoricalpaw's ear. Cold fear dug into Metaphoricalpaw's heart. Her brother did have a point, she rationalized. If they killed the badger, there would be no threat to the kits or the warriors. And if they did it alone, they could devise a plan without the warriors questioning it. She realized Thrushkit was awaiting an answer, and she mewed tentatively, "I don't know... when would we do it, though?"
Maybe Thrushkit sensed she wasn't so keen on it. "We could do it after the ceremony, and devise a plan right now so we can be ready!" he ventured, his voice turning into high-pitched excited squeals. He wanted to be an apprentice more than anything, realized Metaphoricalpaw. Not even a big badger would stand in his way.
Every good note in Metaphoricalpaw's mind told her not to go, that it was mouse-brained and foolish. But she couldn't ignore the light of excitement in her brother's pale-green eyes, and she did admit he was right. If they killed the badger, with the right moves, the Clan would be safe. And they would be heroes. Trying to ignore the fear prickling her pads, Metaphoricalpaw swallowed the lump in her throat and said, "Okay, we'll go. Right after this."
Thrushkit looked as if he could barely contain a yip of excitement. His paws kneaded the ground anxiously as he whispered his plan into Metaphoricalpaw's ear. "We'll go after this, sneaking out of the dirt-place entrance. If he roll in some mud on the way there, nobody can follow our scent - and the badger can't scent us either," he added with a note of pride hitting his voice. Metaphoricalpaw realized that it was a brilliant plan, and she could see her brother becoming a great warrior one day - great for devising top-notch plans. Listening to both her leader and Thrushkit, she took in the information. "And then we can attack in the same way you were taught - you leap on his back, I'll get his legs. We'll send the badger running - if we don't kill him first!" Thrushkit finished, his voice raising slightly in triumph.
Metaphoricalpaw forced a friendly purr from her throat. "That's a great plan," she allowed, brushing her muzzle across her brother's cheek. "But we have to be careful; you know that." Her brother let out an exasperated sigh. "You sound like Violetflower!" he complained teasingly, naming Jasminekit's mother, the same queen who suckled them as kits. Metaphoricalpaw ignored the comment. Worry clouded her judgment. What if the plan didn't work? What if she didn't come back?
Pushing away all her doubts with a fierce determination, Metaphoricalpaw swallowed loudly. She could do this.
***
Metaphoricalpaw and Thrushkit sneaked out just before sunrise, as the Clan patrols went out. "If we stay downwind, they won't scent us," assured Thrushkit, calming one sliver of Metaphoricalpaw's worry. Nodding, the siblings moved as one, their pelts brushing. They followed the trail their leader had set for them unintentionally, when he followed it himself. Calming her fears, Metaphoricalpaw focused on her brother's confidence and hoped he could share some with her. The scent of badger grew stronger, suffocating the scents of the marsh, until the two reached the forest near the Thunderpath - and more importantly, near the badger set.
Even Thrushkit seemed nervous as they crept up on the badger's sanctum, slowly, paw by paw. "Thrushkit, are you sure about this?" Metaphoricalpaw whispered breathlessly, her muzzle a whisker away from her brother's ear. Her brother was shaking - with anticipation or nervousness, Metaphoricalpaw couldn't tell - and he nodded, whispering, "Too late now."
The clearing of the badger set was in plain sight now. The wind carried the strong, fresh stench of badger, and Metaphoricalpaw knew there would be danger soon. Her mind blanked as she tried to remember the plan her brother laid out - she was to leap on the badger's back, and he was to aim for the legs...
The sudden shift of wind alarmed Metaphoricalpaw to the scent of fresh badger, nearer than before. She was about to warn Thrushkit until the rustling in the bushes revealed a blunt snout and malicious eyes. Fear froze Metaphoricalpaw in place for a split second until she realized the badger had seen them. "Thrushkit!" she yowled, jumping up immediately, her long fur bristling on the shoulders. Her brother turned to look at her, her own fear reflected in his pale eyes. "Run!" she whispered fiercely, turning around to flee from the powerful, evil badger. She looked back once to see Thrushkit following, and she turned again and ran faster than she ever had before. Her pads ached and burned, but she knew she couldn't stop. Fear blinded her senses and emotions - she could only think fleeting thoughts: her own safety, the scent of fear plain in the air, Thrushkit...
She was in ShadowClan camp before she could realize where she was. She felt winded, like something had knocked the breath out of her lungs. Wheezing, her thoughts were fragmented as her aching paws became acutely painful. A senior warrior's worried gaze followed hers, and he asked a question that didn't register to Metaphoricalpaw's panicking mind. Thrushkit hadn't made it to camp, she heard her mind tell her. He was still out there!
Metaphoricalpaw ignored the warrior's question and immediately spun around, fear for her brother making her reckless. Her pads tore on the ground, and thorns got caught in her fur. She didn't know how long she was running through the forest. All she knew was that her brother wasn't with her, and she didn't know what she'd do without him.
His scent finally reached her nose, but it was masked by fear and blood. Terror welled up inside of her chest and she followed a trail of blood to her brother's broken and bloody body. "No," she whispered, her breath ragged. "Oh, StarClan, no." Thrushkit's flank was heaving, and he was struggling for breath. "No!" yowled Metaphoricalpaw, rushing forward to bury her face in Thrushkit's fur. She ignored the sickening scent of blood and only lost herself in her tears. She looked up to look in her brother's half-closed eyes, and saw her own pain reflected in his wan orbs. "Thrushkit," she whispered hoarsely, tears staining her thin, billowy fur. "I'm so, so sorry. I should've checked to make sure you were here..."
Thrushkit opened his eyes fully to stare at Metaphoricalpaw. He struggled to form words from his lips, and suddenly his gaze was torn from his sister, at something just above her head. Joy, hidden behind a thick curtain of pain, was held in his pale eyes. "Metaphoricalpaw," he wheezed, his chest shuddering with the effort. "I see father."
"No," whispered his sister, staring in horror at the death before her. "I'm sorry, Thrushkit. It's all my fault. I knew it was dangerous, I knew we shouldn't have done it. But I wanted you to be an apprentice too, I know you wanted it so much. I'm sorry I didn't look back to check..." More words tumbled from Metaphoricalpaw's lips, but the pain disappeared from her brother's eyes, and there was a dull look there as he closed his eyes for the final time. His chest heaved, shuddering, and he was gone.
Metaphoricalpaw sat watching the blood dry on her brother's pelt until his form blurred through her tears. She felt herself die inside, and she buried her face in his blood-stained fur, blocking out all senses. It was too late. He was gone forever.
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