Post by Icie on Apr 23, 2010 22:43:13 GMT -5
[/center]B.R.O.K.E.N.W.I.N.GThe Basics!
name: Brokenwing
past names:Bird, Brokenkit, Brokenpaw
reason for prefix: When she was born, her mother had seen a bird with it`s wing messed up. And when her mother looked at her, the first thing she thought of was the bird and named her Brokenkit.
reason for suffix: She has a preferace for feathers and often takes birds from the fresh-kill pile and was given the prefix -wing to honor love of flight and birds.
age: 20 moons
gender: She-cat
clan: RiverClan
rank: Warrior
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Appearance!
[/size][/center] short description: Beautiful brown she-cat with light green eyes
descriptive appearance: A medium brown covers her body, the coloration of her fur blending well with the brown of the cliffs. The brown lightens near her paws and darkens on her back. A dark 'M' is on her forehead, with her beautiful green eyes below it. A soft pink nose rests on her face, just above it being a dark line. The front of her mouth is a pale cream, with white whiskers sticking from her face. The underside of her belly is the same creamy color as her mouth, as are the tips of her ears and end of her tail.
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Personality!
[/size][/center] clan: A peacful disposition, but easily snaps under pressure. She has trouble trusting even the most loyal warriors. She is often seen sitting by herself, even when it`s time to share tongues. She is cold, and rarely speaks. She`s been know to be quiet for moons at a time.
relationships: She had one once, but he left her for a kittypet and it broke her heart. They seemed perfect, but he didn`t love her back. It seemed that she would be with him forever. And then it changed. She now trusts no tom or anyone for that matter.
inside: She hates them all, the toms. It was terrible, the thing he did to her, but she forces herself to get up and live her life, forces herself to smile. She tries not to think about it, but usually can`t help it.
other: She has frequent suicidal thoughts and will sometimes wonder if that would be the right thing to do.
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In The Making!
[/size][/center]mother: Unknown, left her at birth
father: Unknown, left with her family
siblingsZ: Unknown, went with their mom
other relatives: None
love life: Refuses to love or get close to others
history: Born loner, her parents resented her father left her at the entrance to the RiverClan camp. She was born with the name Bird, and had a hard kitting, with her being the smallest. As she grew up in her adopted Clan, she never knew about her parents leaving her, and soonmade freinds with a tom. After many moons, they fell in love, and spent almost every day together. The day they were going to tell the Clan about their decision to have kits the next moon, they went past Twolegplace and he saw another she-cat. The two fell in love, and he broke Brokenwing`s heart. That moon he went t0 live with the kittypet and left Brokenwing alone and hurting. After several moons, she still refuses to go by Twolegplace for fear of seeing him again. Because she knows he`s forgotten her. But to her, their love is like a song, and she will never forget.
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Out Of Character!
[/size][/center]roleplayer: I`m pretty good, and I love to roleplay a lot. And I`m often overflowing with muse.
roleplay example:
B.R.O.K.E.N.W.I.G
Do You Regret Ever Holding My Hand?[/center]
Mist swirled around the quick brown shape, painful sobs being heard from her. Tears streaming down her face, the brown she-cat streaked across the ground. Her eyes were squeezed tightly shut in the unmistakable look of grief. Her name was Brokenwing, and she`d just seen the worst thing that could ever happen to her. Her mate, the cat she loved, had left her for a kittypet. Then denied that he knew her. Streaming across the territory, she plunges into the water of the river, stoping only to climb out on the other side and emerge in the RiverClan camp. Stoping, she turns around and dips her face into the water. Taking it out, she continues into the camp. Silent, she moves to the den and curls up. Avoiding the greetings and questions, she quietly cried herself to sleep.
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