Post by Frost On Tree's Limb on Jun 19, 2008 14:28:25 GMT -5
Alt Name: Frost On Trees Limb
Desired IC prefix: Frost
Gender: She-cat (Female)
Mate: Currently none, may search in the near/distant future.
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: Dark Clan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): The most important thing to know about Frost is that she has one major flaw (And many, as most felines do, minor ones) : she has a tendency to be to kind. The she-cat often finds herself performing tasks, such as ridding the elders pelts of ticks, that are better suited for apprentices or other cats. If an injured Loner, or feline of a rival clan, stumbled into camp wounded and exhausted Frost would immediately be at their side to see if they are in need of aid.
Although kindhearted Frost is also ambitious by nature. The feline wishes that one day she might rise to the position of Deputy, or even Leader. For now, however, she is content to remain a warrior and strives to serve her clan as best she can.
The feline has a pelt of shimmering gray which ripples over her lean but muscular figure. Clearly, she was built for speed, and that she certainly has. Paws, tail tip, ears and muzzle are all painted with a snowy shade. Chest and underbelly are also snowy. Frost's eyes glimmer a light, forest green, with rims of darker emerald at the edges and flecks of lighter green throughout them.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have no experience with Warriors roleplay on Furcadia. I do, however, have experience with feral wolf, equine and some lion roleplay on Furcadia. Off Furcadia I have been roleplaying for about five years (maybe more) and have been roleplaying Warriors since the first book came out. I have roleplayed as a Leader many times, a Deputy more, and a Medicine Cat twice or thrice. My experience with roleplaying as an Elder sums up to a single time, however, I have a great deal of experience as a Warrior, Apprentice or Queen.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): "The time of The Tribe Of The Sky has come to an end. Look around you, Frost On Tree's Limb, and see what I see. Devastation. Utter destruction. There is nothing left of what once was." Carefully, almost fearfully, the she-cat removed her stare from the earth and twisted her neck to look about. Walker Of The Wind was right, there was nothing left of what once had been. Nothing but rubble, blood and the stench of death. They had already buried the bodies, 'they' being herself and Walker, and the time to depart had come. The feline let a mournful and distressed sigh escape her and finally, stiffly, rose. She felt the glare of the tom who had once been her best friend burning in the back of her neck. "I am sorry, my friend, but I must start a new life. I am only thirteen moons old, I have much to give the world." Slowly, reluctantly at first, she allowed her paws to guide her away from the devastation of her former home. "Go then, Frost, and know that we are at peace." The words barely made it to the she-cat's ears, Frost was running. Weaving between the scattered boulders and leaping over the fallen tree trunks. Frost was gone.
(I hope it is okay that Frost has a bit of history as a tribe cat and loner. If it is not, then I can change her slightly so that she was born in the clan. And when I say change her, I mean in my head ((I have a tendency to forget things easily for some reason, so I try to memorize everything I can about my characters so that I don't forget something important during a roleplay.)
Desired IC prefix: Frost
Gender: She-cat (Female)
Mate: Currently none, may search in the near/distant future.
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: Dark Clan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality): The most important thing to know about Frost is that she has one major flaw (And many, as most felines do, minor ones) : she has a tendency to be to kind. The she-cat often finds herself performing tasks, such as ridding the elders pelts of ticks, that are better suited for apprentices or other cats. If an injured Loner, or feline of a rival clan, stumbled into camp wounded and exhausted Frost would immediately be at their side to see if they are in need of aid.
Although kindhearted Frost is also ambitious by nature. The feline wishes that one day she might rise to the position of Deputy, or even Leader. For now, however, she is content to remain a warrior and strives to serve her clan as best she can.
The feline has a pelt of shimmering gray which ripples over her lean but muscular figure. Clearly, she was built for speed, and that she certainly has. Paws, tail tip, ears and muzzle are all painted with a snowy shade. Chest and underbelly are also snowy. Frost's eyes glimmer a light, forest green, with rims of darker emerald at the edges and flecks of lighter green throughout them.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp: I have no experience with Warriors roleplay on Furcadia. I do, however, have experience with feral wolf, equine and some lion roleplay on Furcadia. Off Furcadia I have been roleplaying for about five years (maybe more) and have been roleplaying Warriors since the first book came out. I have roleplayed as a Leader many times, a Deputy more, and a Medicine Cat twice or thrice. My experience with roleplaying as an Elder sums up to a single time, however, I have a great deal of experience as a Warrior, Apprentice or Queen.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): "The time of The Tribe Of The Sky has come to an end. Look around you, Frost On Tree's Limb, and see what I see. Devastation. Utter destruction. There is nothing left of what once was." Carefully, almost fearfully, the she-cat removed her stare from the earth and twisted her neck to look about. Walker Of The Wind was right, there was nothing left of what once had been. Nothing but rubble, blood and the stench of death. They had already buried the bodies, 'they' being herself and Walker, and the time to depart had come. The feline let a mournful and distressed sigh escape her and finally, stiffly, rose. She felt the glare of the tom who had once been her best friend burning in the back of her neck. "I am sorry, my friend, but I must start a new life. I am only thirteen moons old, I have much to give the world." Slowly, reluctantly at first, she allowed her paws to guide her away from the devastation of her former home. "Go then, Frost, and know that we are at peace." The words barely made it to the she-cat's ears, Frost was running. Weaving between the scattered boulders and leaping over the fallen tree trunks. Frost was gone.
(I hope it is okay that Frost has a bit of history as a tribe cat and loner. If it is not, then I can change her slightly so that she was born in the clan. And when I say change her, I mean in my head ((I have a tendency to forget things easily for some reason, so I try to memorize everything I can about my characters so that I don't forget something important during a roleplay.)
