Post by aspen on May 24, 2010 20:08:50 GMT -5
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heritage
→ 'rushing' -- the sounds of the river inspired her mother to name her such
→ 'paw' -- she is an apprentice[/blockquote][/ul]
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family tree
quick history
Honeyfur was a brave young she-cat, but she never would have guessed that she would be the victim of her own lover's attack. She had fallen in love with another RiverClanner, but they had gotten into an argument one night and she was taking a walk to figure herself out. The she-cat walked along the borders of her territory, first passing by ShadowClan's borders. That was when he attacked. Although it was rather well thought out, making it seem from her scent that a ShadowClanner had done it, it didn't help much in the end. After he had force-bred with her, he started yowling for help, saying that a ShadowClan cat had done his crime. He threatened murder if she didn't go along with his plan, so she did . . . for a few days.
The leader was planning on going over to ShadowClan and demanding to know who did that to one of his warriors, but the night before he was going to Honeyfur woke up the medicine cat-- she'd been staying there for a few days to make sure she was alright-- and quietly told her that her former lover had done it while the criminal himself was sleeping. The medicine cat going into the leader's den was perfectly normal, even with the worried expression. They spoke in hushed voices and soon, RiverClan lost a warrior to the depths of some other territory far away.
Honeyfur soon found that she was pregnant and felt anger towards the kits. They shouldn't exist there, they shouldn't be growing inside of her. And yet they were! She didn't want the corrupt tom's offspring to be alive. She wanted his bloodlines to end with him. However, as soon as she saw the two kits that had actually been growing, she stopped the flow of hatred and loved the kits more than she had loved her former mate. She was unable to quickly decide names, but when she thought back to happier days she remembered the sounds of the river. And thus, she had a small but very healthy kitten named Rushingkit and another one named Roaringkit.
Rushingkit was always a bit of a troublemaker, though she was also terrified of consequences. That didn't stop her from occasionally sneaking out of camp, but when her mother convinced three warriors to follow her out there and start breathing heavily in order to scare her she didn't go back out there alone or without permission. She loved for her sister to go wherever she went with her, and they had an extremely close bond. They kept that bond and likely will their whole lives.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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relationships
see the family tree for family
acquaintances ;; none
friends ;; none
close friends ;; none
best friends ;; roaringpaw
dislikes ;; none
enemies ;; none
hates ;; none
death wishes ;; none
exes ;; none
flirt ;; none
crush ;; none
mate ;; too young
fears ;; none
despises ;; none
future kills ;; none
past kills ;; none[/blockquote][/blockquote]
quick personality
Rushingpaw can be defined as a cautious, hesitant she-cat that is shy around new acquaintances but outgoing, flirtatious, and loud around her close friends. And cautious does really mean cautious-- although she loves to investigate things, if she found a dead RiverClan body only a tail-length on the wrong side of the border she would wait there for however long she needed to before she learned the patrolling schedules of the rival Clan. Then she would finally go forth and find out who it was ( as the other Clan's scent may have polluted the body too much to tell from a distance ) and hopefully how they had died. Or, if it were bad enough, she would go back to camp and get an older Clanmate to check it out.
She is also a bit paranoid, which is why she is always alert. Rushingpaw has been training herself since she was young to always listen, to constantly scan her surroundings, to taste the air every couple of minutes, and to feel unfamiliar ground with her paws before putting her weight on it. This is not because of an incident that happened when she was a kit, but rather a recurring set of nightmares that she still hasn't shaken off. Although it's rather noticeable the first time a cat meets her, the more they see each other the more normal it seems until, unless the cat is thinking about it, they don't even notice. Rushingpaw hopes that some day this will prove to be beneficial to her, though she is not sure if it will.
As she was as a young kitten, Rushingpaw is extremely mischievous and often getting into trouble. Once she is greatly involved in things, her senses shut down and she becomes a bit more normal-- a 'flaw' she is trying to fix. After all, she is a bit of a perfectionist. But, of all the cats in the Clan, half the time she is the most likely to lure a badger or fox towards her so it'll attack her. She doesn't particularly mind, though, as she is a bit better at fighting than she is with hunting; yet another thing she wants to level out.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
physical[/ul][/size]
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quick appearance
Rushingpaw is a graceful, elegant creature. She has a small, thin frame, but beautiful nonetheless. The frame itself is a close mimic of her mother's, one of the reasons that Honeyfur could stand her while she was still growing alongside her. The only trait she really has that comes after her father is her nose; instead of being black, like her mother's, it is an orange color similar to her coat. Her claws, just like most other cats', are a murky clear. Her whiskers are completely white, though when damage is done to the base of one it can turn black until it grows out.
Her eyes are an intense blue, light and clear. It is surprisingly easy to hide her emotions and pain in them, though she doesn't really have much to hide anyway. Only when she decides to will she let her expression to fall to such to show if she's hurting. However, that doesn't often show and her eyes often convey the happiness she feels. On another note, in the moonlight they appear close to silver because they're so light and in the sunlight they appear their normal color, shiny and bright as they are.
Rushingpaw's pelt is pretty enough. Over the winter months it gets longer, like any cat's; but when it gets warmer outside she sheds a bit and her true build shows through the fluff. The bulk of it is orange, though there are portions on her that are white. She looks most like her mother, while her sister looks whiter, taking a bit more after their father. Her paws have white on them, though the pads are close to black.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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roleplay sample
Silence. That was all that was around him now, almost deafening him. The sound of his own heartbeat pounding in his head was worse than his dreams from the previous night.
"Wickedkit! Get out of the way!"
His sister's voice echoed through his head and he looked at her, recognising her even though he had never really seen her before. He tried to choke out her name, but it wouldn't rise from his throat and he just stared. The she-kit shoved him away, looking quite angered by him not listening to her. Then she just started to run. Wickedf-- no, at that moment he must have been Wickedkit-- watched after her in shock. There was something he remembered about her, but he wasn't exactly sure what. It took her a moment to realise that he wasn't following her, and when she did she turned around. Before she could call him forward, a shadow fell over him and a screech left her throat.
"Wickedkit! Run! Now! Come on!"
The panic that echoed in her tone was the only thing that let him move. He cared about her; she was his sister! And he couldn't just let her go, could he? No. Of course not. They had-- they had parents. Parents that cared. He needed to make sure that she-- that they-- got back to them, right? Right. Of course. Their parents would be worried about them and he was the male. He needed to be more responsible.
"Wickedkit! Look out!"
Her cry, the fear welling up inside of it, pierced through his head. He could hear his heartbeat and the world slowed-- each pawstep as he ran took an eternity before the sound of his claws hitting the cold stone, tearing the fragile leaves, resonated through his ears. And suddenly, a surge of anger and adrenaline urged him onward. His sister was in danger. He was in danger. And they had to get away.
"Wickedkit! Hurry!"
He was almost there, almost to her. But somehow he knew he would never make it.
Wickedflame's eyes opened and he shuddered. He didn't know if that had actually happened to him, or if it was just his imagination going insane. On that note, he didn't know how he had gotten to Fourtrees-- however, he didn't worry about that part because he wasn't on another Clan's territory ( though he was close to ThunderClan's, for some reason ) and he didn't smell danger in the air.
Even with that safer feeling, there was a cold touch to the air he just couldn't shrug off.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
the roleplayer
nickname ;; aspen
age ;; fourteen
experience ;; five years, i believe
characters ;; none yet.
other ;; the sample is my most recent post, on another site and on a day with horrible muse.[/blockquote][/blockquote]
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