Post by Xx.Amberleaf.xX on Feb 6, 2007 19:20:26 GMT -5
Name: Rosethorn
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Appearance: Rosethorn is the object of lust and affection, beautiful in most ways. Her flowing golden fur glints in the sun light, and is constantly silky and sparkling. Her pale blue eyes are like chips of blue flame, glowing with passion. Her tail is long and graceful, and her fur curls delicately outward on it. She has pale off-white stripes on her underbelly, but her main base coat is gold. Her flaxen face is soft, yet defined. it's features are quiet and shy in attitude, but radiate beauty. Her slim figure is trim and fit, her perfect curves and swaying hips are the envy of any she-cat.
Personality: Despite her fiercely beautiful features and wild-looking appearance, Rosethorn is shy and unyielding. She isn't one to trust other cats easily, and always wants an element of mystery to surround her. She has a kind of protective shell, keeping her feelings from flowing out from her uncontrollably. She is quite flirtatious, but never seriously for she is deathly afraid of commitment. She also tries her best to take orders without back-talk, but usually unsuccessfully.
History:Born in a cozy den squeezed between two other kits, Rosekit was always more or less unhappy. She was ready to come away from the nest the moment she could speak, and was running wildly even before that. She was overjoyed at apprenticeship, and worked double-time to get in the leaders good graces. Most of the toms were after her, but she skillfully avoided them, concentrating on the elders. She was made into a warrior a little early because of her good work and only at that moment was she truly happy.
Other: Rosethorn was mostly based off of Briar Rose. Ya know, Sleeping Beauty's real name? And...she reeeaally wants kits. ^.^
IC: Dainty golden paws padded delicately behind much larger dark tabby ones. Her pretty eyes were trained mischievously on the muscular tom in front of her, a sly grin on her face. As the tom rounded a corner, nearing the stream, she began to bunch her muscles. She prepared for the leap, and as the tom turned just at the stream...she pounced! She hit him in the flank, bowling both of them into the shallow stream bed. He struggled for a moment, then came up, spitting water. He blinked in confusion, watching her beautiful eyes dance with mirth, as the newleaf sun played off them. He began to say something, but she silenced him by flicking her tail over his mouth. Rosethorn said nothing but gave him a quick lick on the cheek. She slipped away, and though her pelt was wet, there wasn't a flaxen hair out of place.
Age: 22 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Appearance: Rosethorn is the object of lust and affection, beautiful in most ways. Her flowing golden fur glints in the sun light, and is constantly silky and sparkling. Her pale blue eyes are like chips of blue flame, glowing with passion. Her tail is long and graceful, and her fur curls delicately outward on it. She has pale off-white stripes on her underbelly, but her main base coat is gold. Her flaxen face is soft, yet defined. it's features are quiet and shy in attitude, but radiate beauty. Her slim figure is trim and fit, her perfect curves and swaying hips are the envy of any she-cat.
Personality: Despite her fiercely beautiful features and wild-looking appearance, Rosethorn is shy and unyielding. She isn't one to trust other cats easily, and always wants an element of mystery to surround her. She has a kind of protective shell, keeping her feelings from flowing out from her uncontrollably. She is quite flirtatious, but never seriously for she is deathly afraid of commitment. She also tries her best to take orders without back-talk, but usually unsuccessfully.
History:Born in a cozy den squeezed between two other kits, Rosekit was always more or less unhappy. She was ready to come away from the nest the moment she could speak, and was running wildly even before that. She was overjoyed at apprenticeship, and worked double-time to get in the leaders good graces. Most of the toms were after her, but she skillfully avoided them, concentrating on the elders. She was made into a warrior a little early because of her good work and only at that moment was she truly happy.
Other: Rosethorn was mostly based off of Briar Rose. Ya know, Sleeping Beauty's real name? And...she reeeaally wants kits. ^.^
IC: Dainty golden paws padded delicately behind much larger dark tabby ones. Her pretty eyes were trained mischievously on the muscular tom in front of her, a sly grin on her face. As the tom rounded a corner, nearing the stream, she began to bunch her muscles. She prepared for the leap, and as the tom turned just at the stream...she pounced! She hit him in the flank, bowling both of them into the shallow stream bed. He struggled for a moment, then came up, spitting water. He blinked in confusion, watching her beautiful eyes dance with mirth, as the newleaf sun played off them. He began to say something, but she silenced him by flicking her tail over his mouth. Rosethorn said nothing but gave him a quick lick on the cheek. She slipped away, and though her pelt was wet, there wasn't a flaxen hair out of place.
