Post by ~Violetclaw~ on Jul 22, 2008 3:11:06 GMT -8
Name: Violetclaw
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Violetclaw has soft, down-like white fur and intense, sky-blue eyes. In the last rays of sunshine, her eyes appear to be violet instead of blue. Her build is in between small and medium, but closer to small. Her muscles are long, thin, and wiry, and hold much more strength than they seem to. Long, deadly claws are hidden by small fluffs of fur on each slender paw. Violetclaw’s tail is very long, giving her a lean, supple grace that many toms admire. Two small, neatly pointed ears rest on the top of her angularly shaped head. Her nose is a brilliant shade of pink, as well as her paw-pads. For a beautiful she-cat, she has a lot of battle scars. A long red line parts the fur of her left flank, and her left ear has been nicked several times.
Personality: Violetclaw is an excellent Clan member. She is loyal to her Clan and the Warrior Code, and would willingly give her life for them. She is courageous, and often volunteers for dangerous missions (driving out a badger or fox, etc). A hard worker, she signs herself up for many patrols and hunting parties. She is particularly bloodthirsty during battle, but as gentle as a queen with the kits. Violetclaw doesn’t have any kits of her own; she enjoys being a Warrior too much. However, sometime in the distant future, she would highly enjoy mothering some kits. She is respectful to other cats, but lovingly stern to the kits and rigidly strict to the apprentices. During times of peace between the Clans, she is kind and talkative with the cats of the other Clans. But when there is a battle, she will fiercely snarl insults at them and will do anything to protect her Clan from them. She believes in being truthful at all costs, even if it will get someone she cares about in trouble. Violetclaw is generally sweet-tempered, but if the kits she adores so much are in trouble, she will become brusque and snappish. A natural leader, she wouldn’t mind being deputy someday.
RP Example: The sun had just started to sink below the horizon when a loud yowling erupted from the nursery. Violetclaw, about to leave the camp and hunt, pricked her ears up and swiveled her head towards the source of the noise. “What? What is it?” she asked sharply, and she wasn’t the only curious one. All over camp, heads were turning and anxious voices were crying out in fear. A few RiverClanners dove into the nursery and demanded what was wrong of the queen. Between stammering wails, she managed to convey that her kits had disappeared. Violetclaw’s heart hammered against the walls of her chest, and her eyes flashed dangerously. Sprinting forward, she shoved her head in the nursery and saw the queen, trembling from head to tail tip. “When did you last see them?” she demanded as a few other cats tried to calm her down.
“J-j-just today! I t-took a sh-short nap and…and when I w-woke up…they were gone!” And once again, she dissolved into a heap of wailing and shaking. The Warrior swiftly backed out of the nursery and ran straight into the deputy, who had heard the story and was no doubt going to send some cats to find the missing kits.
“Let me go, please!” Violetclaw said.
“Yes, of course.” He picked out a few more Warriors to go with, and together they dashed out of camp, focused and intense.
“Okay, okay…” she murmured under her breath as she tasted the air. She froze as she scented something strange. “Hey, do you smell that?” she asked the other cats with her.
“I think it’s…loner,” one of them hissed.
“Yeah, you’re right…” another said, eyes widening.
“We need to follow it. Let’s go.” They slunk forward, desperately clinging onto the scent trail. Finally, they arrived at an old den that reeked of the loner they had been following. And mingling with it was the scent of RiverClan kits! Wordlessly, Violetclaw entered the den first, the scent overwhelming her. At the end was the loner, curled out around the kits. Teeth bared, she darted forward and sunk her fangs into the loner’s neck – a she-cat – and shook her furiously. The loner woke up, gasping. Two other Warriors ran forward and snatched the mewling kits and dragged them outside. One stood guard over them while the other ran back and clawed the loner’s pelt. In the end, she was no match for two RiverClanners. She lay in a heap, bleeding and fighting for breath. Violetclaw leaned in close. “Why did you steal our kits?” she growled.
“I…I never had…any kits of my own,” she wheezed, eyes closing and blood matted her fur. “I wanted…some…before I got too…old. I…I’m sorry.” Normally, the Warrior’s heart would have squeezed with compassion, but this loner had stolen kits from her Clan. Violetclaw had no room for compassion inside her.
They left the loner there and walked back to camp with the kits. The queen was grateful beyond words and admiration shone in the other RiverClanners’ eyes. Pride for her Clan blossomed in her heart, and the last rays of the dying sun turned her eyes violet.
Age: 45 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Violetclaw has soft, down-like white fur and intense, sky-blue eyes. In the last rays of sunshine, her eyes appear to be violet instead of blue. Her build is in between small and medium, but closer to small. Her muscles are long, thin, and wiry, and hold much more strength than they seem to. Long, deadly claws are hidden by small fluffs of fur on each slender paw. Violetclaw’s tail is very long, giving her a lean, supple grace that many toms admire. Two small, neatly pointed ears rest on the top of her angularly shaped head. Her nose is a brilliant shade of pink, as well as her paw-pads. For a beautiful she-cat, she has a lot of battle scars. A long red line parts the fur of her left flank, and her left ear has been nicked several times.
Personality: Violetclaw is an excellent Clan member. She is loyal to her Clan and the Warrior Code, and would willingly give her life for them. She is courageous, and often volunteers for dangerous missions (driving out a badger or fox, etc). A hard worker, she signs herself up for many patrols and hunting parties. She is particularly bloodthirsty during battle, but as gentle as a queen with the kits. Violetclaw doesn’t have any kits of her own; she enjoys being a Warrior too much. However, sometime in the distant future, she would highly enjoy mothering some kits. She is respectful to other cats, but lovingly stern to the kits and rigidly strict to the apprentices. During times of peace between the Clans, she is kind and talkative with the cats of the other Clans. But when there is a battle, she will fiercely snarl insults at them and will do anything to protect her Clan from them. She believes in being truthful at all costs, even if it will get someone she cares about in trouble. Violetclaw is generally sweet-tempered, but if the kits she adores so much are in trouble, she will become brusque and snappish. A natural leader, she wouldn’t mind being deputy someday.
RP Example: The sun had just started to sink below the horizon when a loud yowling erupted from the nursery. Violetclaw, about to leave the camp and hunt, pricked her ears up and swiveled her head towards the source of the noise. “What? What is it?” she asked sharply, and she wasn’t the only curious one. All over camp, heads were turning and anxious voices were crying out in fear. A few RiverClanners dove into the nursery and demanded what was wrong of the queen. Between stammering wails, she managed to convey that her kits had disappeared. Violetclaw’s heart hammered against the walls of her chest, and her eyes flashed dangerously. Sprinting forward, she shoved her head in the nursery and saw the queen, trembling from head to tail tip. “When did you last see them?” she demanded as a few other cats tried to calm her down.
“J-j-just today! I t-took a sh-short nap and…and when I w-woke up…they were gone!” And once again, she dissolved into a heap of wailing and shaking. The Warrior swiftly backed out of the nursery and ran straight into the deputy, who had heard the story and was no doubt going to send some cats to find the missing kits.
“Let me go, please!” Violetclaw said.
“Yes, of course.” He picked out a few more Warriors to go with, and together they dashed out of camp, focused and intense.
“Okay, okay…” she murmured under her breath as she tasted the air. She froze as she scented something strange. “Hey, do you smell that?” she asked the other cats with her.
“I think it’s…loner,” one of them hissed.
“Yeah, you’re right…” another said, eyes widening.
“We need to follow it. Let’s go.” They slunk forward, desperately clinging onto the scent trail. Finally, they arrived at an old den that reeked of the loner they had been following. And mingling with it was the scent of RiverClan kits! Wordlessly, Violetclaw entered the den first, the scent overwhelming her. At the end was the loner, curled out around the kits. Teeth bared, she darted forward and sunk her fangs into the loner’s neck – a she-cat – and shook her furiously. The loner woke up, gasping. Two other Warriors ran forward and snatched the mewling kits and dragged them outside. One stood guard over them while the other ran back and clawed the loner’s pelt. In the end, she was no match for two RiverClanners. She lay in a heap, bleeding and fighting for breath. Violetclaw leaned in close. “Why did you steal our kits?” she growled.
“I…I never had…any kits of my own,” she wheezed, eyes closing and blood matted her fur. “I wanted…some…before I got too…old. I…I’m sorry.” Normally, the Warrior’s heart would have squeezed with compassion, but this loner had stolen kits from her Clan. Violetclaw had no room for compassion inside her.
They left the loner there and walked back to camp with the kits. The queen was grateful beyond words and admiration shone in the other RiverClanners’ eyes. Pride for her Clan blossomed in her heart, and the last rays of the dying sun turned her eyes violet.
