Post by ♥--Tilly on May 4, 2011 21:24:43 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name:Honeypaw
Explanation: Honeypaw is a milky golden coloration, much like that of honey.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 10 Moons
Clan: GrassClan
Rank: Apprentice
APPEARANCE
Build: Skinny and tall.
Fur: Pale Ginger
Eyes: Green
Markings: Faint, darker striping over body.
Overall: GrassClan’s cats are known for being slender and built for speed, Honeypaw is no exception to this detail of her clanmates. A lithe figure is donned in supple, still developing muscles which show under her short pelt. The pale ginger fur is enough to hide the every twist and turn of her muscle but the general stream-lined figure of Honeypaw is still clearly obvious. Darker stripes trace along her body, accentuating the slender appearance she holds as they trace in faint but eye-catching rings about her frail-appearing body. She harnesses unusually long legs, gifted by her clan, and carries their larger rib cage. Her tail too, is absurdly lengthy, along with her very spine.
Her head is narrow and angular, with a pointed muzzle and a delicate pink nose. She has rather large ears but considering her age, she will no doubt grow into them as she progresses through the moons. Honeypaw has deep emerald eyes closely set to frame her muzzle; these eyes of hers often depict an approachable sense which allows other cats to naturally be drawn to her. As attributed to GrassClan cats, she lacks much meat on her bones at all and rather makes up for it in the mass that goes into her lengthy body. Even as an apprentice, she is at taller than some of the meeker warriors although she weighs much less than them due to her being practically skin and bones.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits:
• Optimistic
• Adventurous
• Energetic
• Undaunted
• Sociable
Negative Traits:
• Brash
• Stubborn
• Opinionated
• Critical of others
Likes:
• Finches
• Rain
• Running
• Swimming
Dislikes:
• Snow/Hail
• Thorns
• Cowards
• Routine
Fears:
• Snakes
• Lightning
Ideals:
• Agility
• Being creative
• Exploration
Other: The stereotypical GrassClan cat is not the description that meets Honeypaw in most ways, although she too desires alone time, she is at heart a clan cat. Although Honeypaw is a sociable creature and is one to carry out her duties to the best of her knowledge and/or ability, she is in independent in the sense of their general mindset. Honeypaw is friendly, excitable, and flamboyant by nature. She is often times found to be greeting cats returning from hunts, patrols, and likewise and asking of their adventures. She has insatiable appetite for adventure and discovery, which is the cause for her observant tendencies which she exhibits in order to do just that, make discoveries. Generally, Honeypaw is fearless and relentless but there a few fears that jolt her into acute awareness that she, is very mortal.
Honeypaw however is similar to her clanmates in the sense that she enjoys running, chasing, and hunting as some of her favorite pastimes. She is most often found scurrying about the lands causing a bit of mischief here and there; but her fun is mostly harmless. Honeypaw is good natured although she is often times stuck in her ways and does not handle authority nor punishment well. Her downfalls include this lack of respect to rule, although she does follow spoken rule just not implied, her ability to be often times harsh to those who lack her strength of character (i.e. Cowardly), and she rarely thinks things through before taking action. Honeypaw is generally a motivational source for her clanmates though and has a good heart, just not exactly the best ways of going about getting her point across.
HISTORY
Family:
Firestripe – Father – Deceased
Featherstep – Mother – Alive
Talonkit – Brother – Deceased
History:
Pre-Birth
Firestripe was a well-established warrior as was her mother Featherstep. Four moons before Honeypaw was born GrassClan and WaveClan fought over a border they shared, her father was injured in the stated battle. He received a deep gash across his shoulder and another laceration to his throat. The medicine cat treated his wounds and the belief that they were healing was a prominent one, but it was soon apparent Firestripe was too proud of a warrior to confirm the wounds were infected. The infection killed him shortly after.
Kithood
Honeypaw was born amongst one other kit, a tom who her mother named Talonkit. Talonkit was compromised from the beginning as he had some sort of respiratory struggle. Two days after he was born, he too passed into StarClan’s realm. Honeypaw and her mother remained the only ones left living of their small family, but that is the life of the clan cat. Honeypaw’s kithood was a relatively normal one after the death of her brother, she spent her time pestering warriors, elders, and tackling other kits. Honeypaw was somewhat of the ring leader, thinking of the hair-brained schemes her and a few other kits committed during their pressure less kithoods.
Apprenticeship
Her experience as an apprentice has been relatively limited since she started three moons ago. She has gone on patrols, hunting excursions, and general needed activities. She has gone through the grueling task of collecting moss and bile for the elders and helping them remove ticks as well. The clan has been relatively calm during her lifetime so far, so she has led the normal clan life up to date.
RP SAMPLE
The world was blurred at first as he stirred from his slumber; his groggy nature did not fade off though as his head pounded with the effect of the impact during the earthquake. The black and white beast rose to his feat, letting out a groan as his limbs were forced to begrudgingly hold him upright. His pale azure visionaries craned backwards and took a full measure of the aftermath of his frame. Mostly minor cuts and bruising were the damage, but he caught a glimpse of the dried crimson blood that had formerly trickled down his nape and crown. He snorted and shook his cranium, the bloody patches of his locks refusing to leave parts of his nape. A mild wave of pain fluttered through his barrel but the stag refused to give it the satisfaction of controlling his mindset. His muscles and bones ached slightly, but he was better off than many in the lands he assumed. Everything felt numb to him as he began his painstakingly measured pace forward, his gaze scanning to asses the damage of his lands. They had been beautiful before and he found himself frowning as saw the shift that had taken place, but he assumed the beauty would one day return to his realm.
The earthquake had been the actions of a few days prior, but everyone appeared to be just now coming to terms with the destruction that had been bore down on them. Evander had been too weak to trudge about the lands previously, but now he moved with a swift nature, knowing that now he would be of use to any who had taken up shelter here. Now, he could help and protect them. Death filled his nostrils and a repulsive sight met his liquid vision, a body lay trapped between two rising and falling cliffs. His head dipped mournfully but he found himself relieved that he did not know the creature whose corpse decorated his lands. There would be time to honor the dead later, for now he must focus on saving the living. A cry ricocheted about the newly formed valleys and depressions, and a sense of alert gripped Evander’s two-toned frame. Panic coursed through his blood and adrenaline pushed him forward, his flints eating up the ground as his own pain was pushed into near oblivion. He followed the echoes as he flew across the ruined terrain, his heart pounding, and his eyes searching for the soul that was captured in such a struggle.
He flew over the crest of a hill, his body hurtling down its descent in bounds that at times left all four limbs off of the ground. Evander’s eyes beheld a stream and for a moment he was dumbfounded, there had never been a stream here previously. But the chestnut figure captured in its fast moving waters immediately wiped away this introspection. She was in danger. His frame sped towards her and he did not hesitate as he moved into the waters, slowing only as the water reached his crest. Leaving his hind limbs planted firmly in the pebbles and rocky shore, he extended the rest of his body forward. Muscles stretched taunt as he leaned forward, his nape lingering near the chestnut’s body. “Don’t worry,” He soothed her, his voice retaining a calm aspect to it, as he moved to wrap his nape around hers, “We’ll get you out of this.” For a moment his vision blurred and darkness crept across it, but he acted by instinct, and he bore he weight down on his hindquarters, attempting to drag her forward towards the shore. One way or another he would get her out of these waters, for her could feel them rising fast, the flood water that was exposed during the earthquakes would surely make these waters rise and begin to pick up speed all the while. Panic stuttered in his heart at this realization but Evander’s knowledge set the gears in his mind thinking, as he used his weight to pull her back towards the shore he would use the leverage of the hill to also turn the tables for in his favor over the rivers.
