Post by Blue on May 31, 2008 11:21:39 GMT -5
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Name; Sparrowwing
Gender;Tom-cat
Age; 45 Moons
Clan; Snowclan
Rank;Medicine Cat
Description; Like the sparrow from which his name derives, Sparrowwing is small in build. His coat is a montage of various shades of brown, ranging from cream to russet. In stark contrast to the colors of his coat are his eyes. Each is the bluish-green hue of moss. Though he never trained as a warrior’s apprentice, he does bare one scar; one of his ears is tattered and ragged. It was the only permanent wound inflicted upon him by the hawk that nearly carried him away as an apprentice.
Personality; Stubborn is the first word that comes to any-cat’s mind when they consider Sparrowwing. He tends to disregard others input, especially his leader’s, when it comes to which cats he can or cannot treat. Whether the cat be a loner, rouge, or member of another clan Sparrowwing would be willing to heal any cat that needs medical attention, even if it meant undermining his leader’s direct order. Though fairly patient when it comes to those in his care, he is far from it when it comes to everyone else.
Kin;Open
Mate;Forbidden
Kits;Forbidden
Role Play Example;
“Toby! Toby, wait for me!” Giggles penetrated the night air. “No way. You have to catch me!” The reply came from some nearby bushes; so that was where he was hiding! She rushed towards him and together they ran out towards the road; him in front and her racing right behind. Suddenly, she stopped. In the distance she could see two bright lights, like cats eyes. I know what that is, she thought dazedly; a human’s car. The humans raised them like cattle and kept them in big pastures. Ladybug had seen them on her trips with Alice; she’d even ridden in one. During the day they crowded the streets in a very riotous fashion. Mostly though, human’s kept them penned up at night. “Get out of the way!” Toby’s cry was frantic and seemed to come from right beside her, but when she looked he wasn’t there. She tried to run but her paws wouldn’t move. The car made it’s loud call; once, twice, then a third time. She couldn’t move. Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bam, thud…
“Ladybug! You silly cat. Did that mean ol’ vacuum scare you?”
Ladybug rose daintily to her paws, quite a feat since she’d just fallen from the windowsill. Her whiskers flicked in apparent annoyance. Having had the dream several times before, it didn’t really bother her now. The vacuum, however, could ruin any dream no matter how bad it was. With a yawn, she slipped through her cat flap into the sunlit back yard. Her orange fur, perforated with black stripes and spots, positively gleamed in the morning sun.
“Hey! Ladybug! It’s me.”
The voice range out across the garden, coming from the Miller’s backyard. “Morning Toby!” She called back, grinning as the tan Siamese leapt down from the fence.
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Where?” Unease crept through her. Thoughts of her dream chased each other around her mind like a dog after it’s own tail.
“By the creek.”
“Alright.”
Together the pair of felines slipped one by one under the fence, out into the wooded land beyond. They ran through the trees, playing tag as they went. “Your it!” Ladybug cried as she bowled headfirst into Toby’s side. Then she pelted away, her tail streaming behind her. She had run this exact path so many times that a trail was beginning to appear. Even now, after nearly an entire year, Toby still fell for her old tricks. The creek was up ahead. If she crossed the log that led to the other side, she knew Toby wouldn’t follow. He hated water and there was no way he’d risk crossing the log.
Ladybug hadn’t accounted for the rise in creek level and didn’t even bother to unsheathe her claws when she crossed at a run. “Come on Toby! You know you’ll never catch me, why don’t you just give up now?” When Ladybug’s back paw’s slipped, it was like she was moving in slow motion. Her front claws dug into the deep into the rough tree bark. The current was harsh and fast. It pulled the Bengal cat down and into the water. She could hear Toby shouting, could see him running along the back. Her head went completely under the water when she next tried to draw a breath. Water rushed down her throat and she convulsed. Choking, unable to get her head up to take a breath, she struggled to stay conscious. Her head pounded at the lack of oxygen and her vision grew fuzzy. Blackness soon consumed what was left of her site as she fainted dead away.
Darkness. Silence. What an awful dream. It was a new one; one she hadn’t had before. Just once she wished she could have a good dream, a dream she’d actually enjoy. Maybe next cat nap. What she really wanted now was to get up, stretch, and have a can of tuna. When Ladybug finally opened her eyes she was vastly disappointed; looked like there wouldn’t be any Fancy Feast Tuna for a while.
Name; Sparrowwing
Gender;Tom-cat
Age; 45 Moons
Clan; Snowclan
Rank;Medicine Cat
Description; Like the sparrow from which his name derives, Sparrowwing is small in build. His coat is a montage of various shades of brown, ranging from cream to russet. In stark contrast to the colors of his coat are his eyes. Each is the bluish-green hue of moss. Though he never trained as a warrior’s apprentice, he does bare one scar; one of his ears is tattered and ragged. It was the only permanent wound inflicted upon him by the hawk that nearly carried him away as an apprentice.
Personality; Stubborn is the first word that comes to any-cat’s mind when they consider Sparrowwing. He tends to disregard others input, especially his leader’s, when it comes to which cats he can or cannot treat. Whether the cat be a loner, rouge, or member of another clan Sparrowwing would be willing to heal any cat that needs medical attention, even if it meant undermining his leader’s direct order. Though fairly patient when it comes to those in his care, he is far from it when it comes to everyone else.
Kin;Open
Mate;Forbidden
Kits;Forbidden
Role Play Example;
“Toby! Toby, wait for me!” Giggles penetrated the night air. “No way. You have to catch me!” The reply came from some nearby bushes; so that was where he was hiding! She rushed towards him and together they ran out towards the road; him in front and her racing right behind. Suddenly, she stopped. In the distance she could see two bright lights, like cats eyes. I know what that is, she thought dazedly; a human’s car. The humans raised them like cattle and kept them in big pastures. Ladybug had seen them on her trips with Alice; she’d even ridden in one. During the day they crowded the streets in a very riotous fashion. Mostly though, human’s kept them penned up at night. “Get out of the way!” Toby’s cry was frantic and seemed to come from right beside her, but when she looked he wasn’t there. She tried to run but her paws wouldn’t move. The car made it’s loud call; once, twice, then a third time. She couldn’t move. Vroom, vroom, vroom! Bam, thud…
“Ladybug! You silly cat. Did that mean ol’ vacuum scare you?”
Ladybug rose daintily to her paws, quite a feat since she’d just fallen from the windowsill. Her whiskers flicked in apparent annoyance. Having had the dream several times before, it didn’t really bother her now. The vacuum, however, could ruin any dream no matter how bad it was. With a yawn, she slipped through her cat flap into the sunlit back yard. Her orange fur, perforated with black stripes and spots, positively gleamed in the morning sun.
“Hey! Ladybug! It’s me.”
The voice range out across the garden, coming from the Miller’s backyard. “Morning Toby!” She called back, grinning as the tan Siamese leapt down from the fence.
“Do you want to go for a walk?”
“Where?” Unease crept through her. Thoughts of her dream chased each other around her mind like a dog after it’s own tail.
“By the creek.”
“Alright.”
Together the pair of felines slipped one by one under the fence, out into the wooded land beyond. They ran through the trees, playing tag as they went. “Your it!” Ladybug cried as she bowled headfirst into Toby’s side. Then she pelted away, her tail streaming behind her. She had run this exact path so many times that a trail was beginning to appear. Even now, after nearly an entire year, Toby still fell for her old tricks. The creek was up ahead. If she crossed the log that led to the other side, she knew Toby wouldn’t follow. He hated water and there was no way he’d risk crossing the log.
Ladybug hadn’t accounted for the rise in creek level and didn’t even bother to unsheathe her claws when she crossed at a run. “Come on Toby! You know you’ll never catch me, why don’t you just give up now?” When Ladybug’s back paw’s slipped, it was like she was moving in slow motion. Her front claws dug into the deep into the rough tree bark. The current was harsh and fast. It pulled the Bengal cat down and into the water. She could hear Toby shouting, could see him running along the back. Her head went completely under the water when she next tried to draw a breath. Water rushed down her throat and she convulsed. Choking, unable to get her head up to take a breath, she struggled to stay conscious. Her head pounded at the lack of oxygen and her vision grew fuzzy. Blackness soon consumed what was left of her site as she fainted dead away.
Darkness. Silence. What an awful dream. It was a new one; one she hadn’t had before. Just once she wished she could have a good dream, a dream she’d actually enjoy. Maybe next cat nap. What she really wanted now was to get up, stretch, and have a can of tuna. When Ladybug finally opened her eyes she was vastly disappointed; looked like there wouldn’t be any Fancy Feast Tuna for a while.
