Post by |Marzi| on Jan 11, 2007 0:38:12 GMT -5
Name: Emeraldsong
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Deputy
Clan: NightClan
Appearance: Emeraldsong is sleek, but she has broad shoulders that give her a thicker appearance. Her pelt is extremely dark, black at the top of her back and head and it seems to melt into a lighter color of dark brown at her belly. However, her face has a sharp black mask across it and the rest of her face is a creamy caramel color. She has a dark colored nose, which stands out agaisnt her light colored muzzle. Emeraldsong's tail is long and solid reddish-brown in color. She has off-set bright green eyes, that have a strange liquid look to them. Her ears are sharp to the point and black, with dark hairs on their inside.
Personality: Emeraldsong tends to be very fierce with her judgement, but no one can disagree with her well rounded arguments. Despite always backing her opinions and arguments, and tending to always have a hold on her duties, she has a slight insecurity that few really can see. At times Emeraldsong feels that she is worthless, but she hides her rocky emotions and leaves the camp when she feels this way. She believes letting anyone see her weak would cause them to distrust her, and not want her to be the deputy. She will pull herself through those times with reminders of her duty to the Clan, and feverent prayers to StarClan. Emeraldsong has a strong faith in their warrior ancestors, and at times thinks they are the only thing keeping her going.
Emeraldsong has a long running popularity with her Clan, but she doesn't use her popularity to her advantage. With everything she suggests or comments on she feels she has to keep proving herself. She is not the best of company, and finds it difficult to open up to others. Yet generally away from on-going duties as a deputy, she can find time to have a decentable conversation, without acting too fierce towards those she would hope to be her friends.
History: Born in a small litter of two, Emeraldsong's brother died only several days after being born. Her parents were fiercely determined not to lose her, ans did everything they could to keep their small kit alive. She was hesitant as a kit because of her parents constant shadowing, but when she was apprenticed she became much more energetic and adventureous. Emeraldsong was a bit daft during training, and it often took her a long time to get a single move right. As she grew older and more determined to be a warrior, she trained harder and managed to prefect her slow learned moves and learn new ones. She turned into a much better fighter then hunter, but that didn't stop her from hunting all day to try and bring in as much fresh-kill as the warriors did in one day.
Her father and mother died of Greencough when she became a warrior, and she nearly died from the terrible sickness as well. Weakened by her bare survival Emeraldsong felt she had to prove herself to the Clan, and nearly killed hreself by overworking. Forced to rest until the medicince cat saw fit, she had much time to consider all that had happened to her.
Once released from the medicine cat's den she took things at a much more relaxed pace, and slowly built up walls around her emotions. Once very friendly she became fierce and overly determined. When she became deputy, some cats were skeptical.
Other: She's slightly dereanged.
IC: "Your coat blends well with the shadows Emeraldsong, use it to your advantage!"
The young warrior gave an indignant huff as her father detected her for the third time that day. "You aren't seeing me, you're scenting me." She contradicted.
"Oh?" The old warrior laughed and brushed her side gently with his tail. "I can't scent you at all, my nose is worthless. I can see you. StarClan was kind neough to perserve my eyesight."
Emeraldsong purred, and nudged her father gently. "You are not that old." With a twitch from her tail she jaunted off, hoping to find a patrol to go on.
Blade, feline
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Deputy
Clan: NightClan
Appearance: Emeraldsong is sleek, but she has broad shoulders that give her a thicker appearance. Her pelt is extremely dark, black at the top of her back and head and it seems to melt into a lighter color of dark brown at her belly. However, her face has a sharp black mask across it and the rest of her face is a creamy caramel color. She has a dark colored nose, which stands out agaisnt her light colored muzzle. Emeraldsong's tail is long and solid reddish-brown in color. She has off-set bright green eyes, that have a strange liquid look to them. Her ears are sharp to the point and black, with dark hairs on their inside.
Personality: Emeraldsong tends to be very fierce with her judgement, but no one can disagree with her well rounded arguments. Despite always backing her opinions and arguments, and tending to always have a hold on her duties, she has a slight insecurity that few really can see. At times Emeraldsong feels that she is worthless, but she hides her rocky emotions and leaves the camp when she feels this way. She believes letting anyone see her weak would cause them to distrust her, and not want her to be the deputy. She will pull herself through those times with reminders of her duty to the Clan, and feverent prayers to StarClan. Emeraldsong has a strong faith in their warrior ancestors, and at times thinks they are the only thing keeping her going.
Emeraldsong has a long running popularity with her Clan, but she doesn't use her popularity to her advantage. With everything she suggests or comments on she feels she has to keep proving herself. She is not the best of company, and finds it difficult to open up to others. Yet generally away from on-going duties as a deputy, she can find time to have a decentable conversation, without acting too fierce towards those she would hope to be her friends.
History: Born in a small litter of two, Emeraldsong's brother died only several days after being born. Her parents were fiercely determined not to lose her, ans did everything they could to keep their small kit alive. She was hesitant as a kit because of her parents constant shadowing, but when she was apprenticed she became much more energetic and adventureous. Emeraldsong was a bit daft during training, and it often took her a long time to get a single move right. As she grew older and more determined to be a warrior, she trained harder and managed to prefect her slow learned moves and learn new ones. She turned into a much better fighter then hunter, but that didn't stop her from hunting all day to try and bring in as much fresh-kill as the warriors did in one day.
Her father and mother died of Greencough when she became a warrior, and she nearly died from the terrible sickness as well. Weakened by her bare survival Emeraldsong felt she had to prove herself to the Clan, and nearly killed hreself by overworking. Forced to rest until the medicince cat saw fit, she had much time to consider all that had happened to her.
Once released from the medicine cat's den she took things at a much more relaxed pace, and slowly built up walls around her emotions. Once very friendly she became fierce and overly determined. When she became deputy, some cats were skeptical.
Other: She's slightly dereanged.
IC: "Your coat blends well with the shadows Emeraldsong, use it to your advantage!"
The young warrior gave an indignant huff as her father detected her for the third time that day. "You aren't seeing me, you're scenting me." She contradicted.
"Oh?" The old warrior laughed and brushed her side gently with his tail. "I can't scent you at all, my nose is worthless. I can see you. StarClan was kind neough to perserve my eyesight."
Emeraldsong purred, and nudged her father gently. "You are not that old." With a twitch from her tail she jaunted off, hoping to find a patrol to go on.
Blade, feline
