Post by `ℓσśτ . on Feb 7, 2010 18:04:38 GMT -5
Name: Feather of Fallen Sparrow. (Tribe)
Age: Nine Moons.
Gender: Male
Clan:
Rank: To Be
Personality:
"I'm sorry about your little she-kit, Lily. But the tom's simply beautiful, he'll make a great tribute to our tribe." The she cat purred, her stomach swollen with kits of her own as pale blue hues set upon the onyx black pelt of the little kit. The kit-mother felt sorry for Lily, tired and numbed after the birth of her two kits. Stone Teller had informed the white she cat, Lily that her pretty little daughter would not make it until sun rise.
Lily's head swayed sleepily, the kit-mother's words slurred to her own ears. She looked in admiration at her son, and then to the little charcoal she cat. A long breath escaped Lily's lungs. "I know, it's alright." The white she cat meowed quietly, defeated with exaughstion. She groggily lowered her head, rasping a pink tongeue over the soft grey pelt of the she cat, then to the tom. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting will take good care of her, when she goes." A rough purr rose in Lily's throat as she spoke, mostly to herself, however.
"And what will their names be, Lily?" The other kit-mother chimed curiosly, hoping to keep the mother from greiving. Lily looked up at this, her head tilting as she stole a swift glance toward the kits. "This one, the pale gray she-kit will be known as Smoke of Simmering Ember." Lily meowed roughly, giving the charcoal she cat a careful like. "And the tom will be known as Sparrow, Feather of Fallen Sparrow."
To-Be
"What do you think I'll get to be?" The onyx tom chimed excitedly little black paws dancing around the white she cat known to be his mother. Sparrow was obviously excited to become a to-be of the tribe of rushing water, he'd been waiting for moons for this day. His once neatly groomed pelt now bristled in ever which direction with eagerness.
"I don't know, son." Lily purred, amusement sparking in her pale blue eyes. She sat just outside the nursery, watching the little black tom bounce eagerly about her. The kit-mother could glance ocassionally across the clearing, then back to her kit. "Hush, Sparrow." Lily meowed at last. "Stone Teller is calling forth a ceremony." The white she cat meowed soothingly rising to her paws to heard the little tom toward the heart of the clearing, but it was clear of the pride already swelling in her chest.
"I hope I get to be a prey hunter! I don't like fighting off bad things." Sparrow squeaked, almost leaping a tail length in the air as his mother finally made a move. Bounding after the white she cat, it took everything in his will power to sit still. Today, Sparrow would become a hunter to-be.[/ul][/blockquote]Rp Sample:
Age: Nine Moons.
Gender: Male
Clan:
Rank: To Be
Personality:
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"I'm sorry about your little she-kit, Lily. But the tom's simply beautiful, he'll make a great tribute to our tribe." The she cat purred, her stomach swollen with kits of her own as pale blue hues set upon the onyx black pelt of the little kit. The kit-mother felt sorry for Lily, tired and numbed after the birth of her two kits. Stone Teller had informed the white she cat, Lily that her pretty little daughter would not make it until sun rise.
Lily's head swayed sleepily, the kit-mother's words slurred to her own ears. She looked in admiration at her son, and then to the little charcoal she cat. A long breath escaped Lily's lungs. "I know, it's alright." The white she cat meowed quietly, defeated with exaughstion. She groggily lowered her head, rasping a pink tongeue over the soft grey pelt of the she cat, then to the tom. "The Tribe of Endless Hunting will take good care of her, when she goes." A rough purr rose in Lily's throat as she spoke, mostly to herself, however.
"And what will their names be, Lily?" The other kit-mother chimed curiosly, hoping to keep the mother from greiving. Lily looked up at this, her head tilting as she stole a swift glance toward the kits. "This one, the pale gray she-kit will be known as Smoke of Simmering Ember." Lily meowed roughly, giving the charcoal she cat a careful like. "And the tom will be known as Sparrow, Feather of Fallen Sparrow."
To-Be
"What do you think I'll get to be?" The onyx tom chimed excitedly little black paws dancing around the white she cat known to be his mother. Sparrow was obviously excited to become a to-be of the tribe of rushing water, he'd been waiting for moons for this day. His once neatly groomed pelt now bristled in ever which direction with eagerness.
"I don't know, son." Lily purred, amusement sparking in her pale blue eyes. She sat just outside the nursery, watching the little black tom bounce eagerly about her. The kit-mother could glance ocassionally across the clearing, then back to her kit. "Hush, Sparrow." Lily meowed at last. "Stone Teller is calling forth a ceremony." The white she cat meowed soothingly rising to her paws to heard the little tom toward the heart of the clearing, but it was clear of the pride already swelling in her chest.
"I hope I get to be a prey hunter! I don't like fighting off bad things." Sparrow squeaked, almost leaping a tail length in the air as his mother finally made a move. Bounding after the white she cat, it took everything in his will power to sit still. Today, Sparrow would become a hunter to-be.[/ul][/blockquote]Rp Sample:
_____________________Feather of Fallen Sparrow .!
Apprentice of Riverclan .!____________________________"All must wake now, it is time to continue. The forest is just a little ways off, and we can only hope that the Clans are on the other side of these trees. We must remain optimistic, but we cannot expect to find our old allies so easily. Hope for the best, and expect the worst. Expect to fight through the worst." The words of Stoneteller rang strong and proud to Sparrow's ears. Despite the fact they only brought back the fleeing thoughts of his old life. This was it. It was all real now. The Tribe could not go on pretending that everything was perfectly fine. They could not go on ignoring the fact the very long they called home was the very land they were being hunted.
Each word the great leader spoke engrained itself within the to-be's skull. A shiver ran down his spine as the onyx tom cocked his head, instinctively throwing a yellow eyed gaze over his shoulder. Curiosity burned in the bright hues of the hunter to-be, however his face masked uncertainty of the future to come. Feather of Fallen Sparrow had never met the clans, and the idea itself was both exciting and terrifying. But he was old enough to understand that the Tribe of Rushing Water was in grave danger, and had been forced to flee the mountains they once held refuge.
Stoneteller's voice rang on as Sparrow heaved his lanky legs under his lean form and lifted himself regretfully to his paws. Even pads hardened from the stone were sore beyond belief, and once bled here and there. Every muscle in the young tom's body screamed in protect, along with his own kittish mind telling him to turn tail and run back to his home. He didn't want to leave. No cat did. It was naive to want to stay for the reasons he had, but Sparrow was only clinging to the last threads of security he had. And with a forceful swallow, the black tom ruffled up a thick pelt as shadowed after Stoneteller and his clan mates.
Yellow-green orbs set upon the ground under his paws, the blood roaring in his ears as though he were facing his death right that moment. Sparrow didn't like that feeling. He couldn't think of any feline who would. And with a stubborn lash of his tail, the to-be did his best to banish unwanted thoughts. Straightening up in an attempt to shake the mood, Sparrow picked up the pace and bounded ahead to Stoneteller's flank. For a moment, the young tom was silent look curiously at the land ahead of him. And finally, he would look to the feline that would lead the tribe to their new home. "What's it going to be like? Meeting the clans, I mean? And living in a new home? Will it be like the mountains?"
