Post by Cookie -n- Cream on Dec 31, 2007 18:41:34 GMT
.Basic Information.
Name: Greenpine
Gender:She-kit
Age: 4 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
.Details.
Personality:
Description:
Picture: No.
History:
In Character: Greenpaw’s two large lime green eyes narrowed. It was not normal when she would sit alone in front of Spellmist’s den, but maybe the tom did have a point. She took in a breath and blew out pushing a few flecks of snow off of her chest. She blinked twice before standing and shaking her fur. She was not a river clan cat, and her pelt was not water resistant. The air was cold, but seemed to strain through her fur and make her even colder as it soaked her pale skin. Her black nose was wet but ever moving as new scents often wafted over, and her uncontrollable whiskers continued to shake off the fur. She licked her lips quickly, hoping not to release any moisture or it would surly freeze and chafe. “Well, suppose you are right.” She moaned. She looked at her brown mixed black fur and then at the medicine cats den. “I’m sure she’d prefer me gone… But I’m not so sure she would rather me doing any thing else.” She sigh slightly. This had been the first motion given to Greenpaw for moons. As a kit all she did was lie their abandoned and cold in the corner of the nursery, her spell of Green Cough enough to drive all the cats away from her for life. Any thing else would be the same, sleeping away, not eating... she did barely any of these things any more, they just consumed time and released nothing. She glanced at her paws and watched as her claws opened out stretched and closed leaving deep depressions in the snow below.
He was right though, she had been many moons without any one, and now she had been three more with out a mentor. She had lost track of time, maybe it had only been a moon, or maybe two… she didn’t know. She’d never been to a gathering so why would she pay attention to what moon it was? She was never going to get the respect that her family had already deprived her of since her near death experience. She blinked. Her stubborn side had been triggered by this tom, as well as her easily annoyed side. He was going to push it soon and that would be his demise… unless he were smart about it. She trusted not the good natured and good will he was trying to provide, she only cared that she was almost bored to death and no one cared. “Your right though.” She mewed as if she had been mumbling to herself in secrecy. After moments that seemed like moons she spoke again. “I don’t have a mentor… and I doubt Wishstar will ever give me one.” She looked up at the tom. Her eyes were a sharp piercing color, maybe more so then your usual green. The deep lime color seemed to get sharper as she slimmed her pupils and narrowed her brows.
Then she took into account the other things the tom was blabbering on about. She rolled her eyes quickly looking away from him and glancing off into space as if watching the little crystal items flutter down from Silverpelt itself… Bah, Silverpelt… Silverpelt never cared enough to save Greenpaw, why should she refer to something as beautiful as snow to Silverpelt! It was the cold air that she would blame Silverpelt for. Leafbare, the deadly combination of snow, cold air, and green cough. It was only her second winter, and yet she hated it so. She sniffed the air. Why did it really have to be like this? Huh? Did she have to live with the cruelty and taunting for the rest of her life? ‘I’m sure I could find something for you to do.’ She thought in her head in a mocking tone. “Because I need to have something else tell me what to do.” She sneered quietly, and as if she snapped her face turned up and she gave a slight grin. “Sure! Could you really?” She asked. Her tail patted the powdery snow below her and her smirk grew wider and wider. “I’m really bored… and I don’t have a mentor, and I really can hunt, but Leaf bare SUCKS!” she shouted. It was as if her thick coating had popped and her sneer seemed forgettable as she smiled upon the elder warrior.
Pointed on three ends rounded at the bottom. One stalk began floating down carrying the pointed little maple leaf behind it. It landed firmly on the soft white powdery snow. The snow had crystals that bounced light off of them in the depth of the evening. Before the moon began to seep up into the blue depths of the sky. With a valiant effort on behalf of the leaf, the wind blew it but barely lifted it into the sky before the weight of the snow collapsed. It was this kind of weather that made the clan cats crave the sultry heat of the salty summer. But now it could not be helped. Lime green eyes the size of your thumb nail shot open. And a blackened and brown she cat glanced up licking her black and then her white paw. She hated the winter. It was a repulsive season. It made your fur prickle and your breath smog. She hated how you’d get goose bumps, and how you’d get goop in your eyes once you woke up, and as soon as you stepped out of the apprentices den it would freeze and fall all crusty in your eyes.
She shook her fur and took a breath in. There was one good thing about the air… it cleaned you out. It made you relax weather you wanted it to or not. She had no mentor but it didn’t care… right now all she wanted to do is collapse and wish that she could wake up in the next few moons. She looked at a small puddle. She tried to push it but instead of it rippling like she thought all it did was break and get her paw stuck in its depths.
She then walked dreadfully back to camp, her meek catch of a scrawny mouse and a thin boned cardinal. It was sad that it had to be like this, after all, her clan did what it could all day, and instead of being rewarded all year round, or instead of just being left alone, StarClan decided to torment them with the fluxuating changes. Tons of food in the summer, and no food in the winter. It was like playing catch with a pompous dog and never giving it the ball, tormenting. She daintily let each paw slip down and she hit the next level of the marsh slipping quietly back into camp. It wasn’t like she needed to be quiet, no one cared about her any way. She landed on the next level with a thump and walked over to the fresh kill pile dropping the boney things quickly.
She found the largest prey, a grouse, and dragged it over to the nursery. They deserved most of it. Then she found another pretty good sized piece of prey and carried it quickly over to the medicine cats den. Once she dropped it off she took a step outside and sat down, looking as if it were her duty to sit their and do nothing more… she really did have nothing else to do… just one apprentice… one! Why couldn’t she have one good friend.
.eXtRa.
Skills: She’s a kit… hasn’t developed any thing!
Scars: nope
Other: yes done... I could have filled in a paragraph per Quote that her mother/and or/father said but a kits history doesn't need to be so long, its just basically when she got her personalities...
Name: Greenpine
Gender:She-kit
Age: 4 Moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Kit
.Details.
Personality:
» "HA! You think You can beat me?" ::
Greenkit is very competative. She is so competative that she will do whatever it takes to win. She doesn't take things lightly. A challenge is a challenge and she WILL WIN or d-get in trouble trying....
» "Nu Hu... Pssh, you know I'm right!" ::
Greenkit is extreamly stubborn. What she says goes. No matter what. She isn't like one of those cats who is nice to one and veers away from others in fact she is out going, but she is stubborn with every one, like it or not.
» "NO! Don't cross me!" ::
She is very hot headed mal tempered and tough. She can get angered easily from a thing as simple as kicking dirt in her face to something as extream as proving her wrong. (Oh How dare them!) She can and will blow up at any time she feels like... but only with her closest friends.
» "NO- Oh yes of corse right away!" ::
Greenkit is very two faced. When not around her friends she is stubborn but not hot headed. She is very understanding and forgiving towards thoughs she may not know as well. Greenkit is smart and she knows that most first impressions are all that count.
» "Oh! Hello whats your name? How are you! Me too" ::
Greenkit is very out going. She will walk up to any one and talk to them. She will walk up to them and immediatly consider them her friend. Unlike most cats where you have to prove your loyalty She makes it so you have to prove your dis-loyalty. She auto matically trusts you right from the bat. Sure this may get her hurt a lot but she makes a lot more friends.
» "yes, That goes there, put this here and... Eurika!" ::
Though Greenkit prefers to hide this she is really quite smart. She thinks things should just calm down, stop being so busy and hustl and bustle. She thinks that the clans could all live perfectly if they did this and learned. If they weren't so busy trying to keep each other out they could do other things, like watching wind patterns and telling when a storm is comming, or smelling dogs a mile off instead of siffing the wind clanners half way to make sure they stay where're they are supposed to. She loves to be alone, and it is this time when she learns the most... even during time as an apprentice she will learn more by herself then with her mentor and she hopes her mentor sees this.
» "She is like so, so try to be more careful about that" ::
Greenkit is a very good judge of character. As you know spending her time alone gives her the chance to learn a lot. Most of the time she sits around camp and watches body move ments. If she sits long enough she can scope out their personality and approach a shy cat with caution and a playful cat with a bat on the ear. When she gets older she will find that she learns their body movements and can tell right off the bat that they are more likely to be shy or out going.
» "You couldn't understand... there are to many of me" ::
Its true. One could not scope out or judge her. Being a good judge of character means she has all the differant personalities. She actually takes on her new friends personality. If they are shy she becomes sy around them. If they are playful she is playful with them. If they are ready and willing to go up randomly to a warrior and play a prank... SHE"S ALL FOR IT!
Description:
»The Way I fit In::
Greenpine is a skinny but mostly normal she cat. She has normal sized paws but an oversized mouth. Greenpine has the simple but carved out looking facial expressions... That of a feminine look. Her body is dainty but strong looking. long and tall, but yet stable and balanced.
»The Color They See::
Greenpines pelt is basically a beautiful muddy brown color. Its dark, almost like black but if even the slightest amount of sunlight hits it it gleams back a chocolatly brown. The fur lays flat and has a shiny matalic color to it.
»The Feel of my pelt::
Her pelt is very smooth. She is a short hair she cat. Her fur is squaky clean like to the sight and even cleaner to the touch. It is smooth and almost as if you could slid straight down it.
»The way my pelt is kept::
She normally keeps her pelt upkept. There are very few times in the day she will groom but there are very few days she won't groom.
»The Colors that stand out:: The markings on her black like pelt are stand out ish. She has a white marks no more then a line with a blobby top of white white toes not poaws and a very deep deep dark black on her ear. The black is so black it makes black look like white. In the middle of the night you would not be able to see her pelt but her toes and ear would stand out like a soar thumb.
»The Colors you look into:: Her eyes are prehapse her most beautiful feature. They are a complex color truthfully. The pupil is almost as dark as her ear. Where some can be gray her's is a very very dark black as it almost reflects no light at all. but because it reflects a bit she has very very good eyesight. She has a green ring around her pupil. It is a dark forest green. A deep Deep forest green. Not close to black but very very close to a green that is close to black. Then there is a ring around that ring that is a lime green color. Where people with brown eyes have a thin hazle ring she has a lime green ring and it stands out reflecting greatly off of moonlight but not shiny like another cat, instead a bright lime green.
Over all and generaly she looks like a sweet cat. Her face and eyes shine with hope and joy. Her body movements are gracefull and she tries to come off as friendly as possible. Its done on pepose, so she can make friends, but what you don't see is the other side of her.
Picture: No.
History:
» I do not care if she is sick, if she is this ill she deserves to die
Greenkit got her name by being sick at birth. She was a greencough surviver at a little less then a moon. Yes it took a while for her to recover from the horrid desease but afterall she was still a kit. Her parents from that day scorned her. They said that if she was so easily sickened that she should not be alive today. They said it was a sign from StarClan, that she was nothing, but she said it was a sign from StarClan too, but her version was Oh so very differant. I was sick for a reason, it was to show you I am stubborn and strong. Any other kit would have died, but I would not give up. The competition between myself and my siblings was enough to make me live. It was not banishing me to a life of a frail bodied kit, but to that of a warrior Thats what she would think she would only say this if she was angered though. She was never really a strong kit and she will never be. (A strong kit that is) Throughout her life the green cough curse will be the one thing that haunts her forever.
» If you cannot be at least what is expected of you there is no reason to be any thing at all.
Her parents would scorn her daily. As her siblings were given the chance to rough house her parents would drag her from the pile sit her on the side and tell her this. Instead of giving her the chance to get stronger they would rip it out from her and tell her she would never be strong. Instead of letting her prover herself she was always put aside in the nursery for later "use" It was not only her parents but her brother and sister. They were not nice to her at all and her parents had convinced them that Greenkit was a sickly child that would never be able to live up to the standards. Her future was set in stone. Every time she played with a kit in the nursery they would pry her away. At this point in her life she knew not how to stand up forherself. She didn't become stubborn. Now was the time she spent by herself and learned. It wasn't until she met Dragonkit when she started to build her self estime... and whipe the floor with her siblings.
»Don't waste your energy with those foolish sayings. Work on being a warrior.
Yes her father would taunt her. Greenkit liked to go to the elders. She liked to learn from their stories. She loved to use their words of wisdom. She liked to use the proverbs, she liked to act smart. She liked to learn from others mistakes so that she would never make any. But apparently she could not help the fact she had made a mistake at the first moment of birth. No more then just one mistake two. One being sick and two being born into such a family. It was this point inher life when she became a good judge of character. She vowed always to see the best in one and never take them for granted. Who knows why she decided this instead of being one to hold a grudge? Or one to do as her parents did to her... I don't know its just her personality that guided her to being like she is.
»Don't be the best you can be. take time to soak in every thing they can be, because you could never bee that good.
»No! You are not worthless. Worth something maybe you are but you arn't worth much.
»Unless you become a wonderful warrior you are nothing nothing but a waste of our fresh kill...
» No you are not competitive that is not what drives you to live, its the fact that StarClan wishes to punish us for creating you
She would always say the reason she would live was the mere challenge but they would shoot her down yet again. These times however she was not finished with them. This was the period she gained her hot headedness. Who would have thought that I would live this far. If its true and this is StarClans will, why aren’t I dead by now... If you are being punished so poorly by me wouldn't it just be easier to be sent off to StarClan? No! You should live with Tigerstar! You should be where no cat will go. Silenced hated I can't believe I live with you, you are frail and weak in the mind, you have no intention of being good parents or warriors... you say I am a waste of fresh kill but it is not I who will be made a warrior! It is you who will be made elders, Worthless ones for you are not smart like the other elders and you would never be any use to the clan what so ever! Her arguments cut like thorns for a few moments but were not enough to keep her mother and father from hating her. In fact she boild them more and more to the point where she didn't care, nor did they.
»Don't worry about them... they don't know you...
This was something she would say to herself. The constant taunts and rants her parents would throw at her. She remained up beat. But she still believed that there was some goodness in their hearts until one day. Finally her parents disowned her. As they never let her go they feared she would never grow. She was hurt as they banned her from the family. She was no longer known as one of their family she just became a loner inside of her own clan. Her only friend was dragonkit but what was he going to do Play with her? could he console her? could he be like a family... Honestly? No... She would never have a family, never have one not at all.
In Character: Greenpaw’s two large lime green eyes narrowed. It was not normal when she would sit alone in front of Spellmist’s den, but maybe the tom did have a point. She took in a breath and blew out pushing a few flecks of snow off of her chest. She blinked twice before standing and shaking her fur. She was not a river clan cat, and her pelt was not water resistant. The air was cold, but seemed to strain through her fur and make her even colder as it soaked her pale skin. Her black nose was wet but ever moving as new scents often wafted over, and her uncontrollable whiskers continued to shake off the fur. She licked her lips quickly, hoping not to release any moisture or it would surly freeze and chafe. “Well, suppose you are right.” She moaned. She looked at her brown mixed black fur and then at the medicine cats den. “I’m sure she’d prefer me gone… But I’m not so sure she would rather me doing any thing else.” She sigh slightly. This had been the first motion given to Greenpaw for moons. As a kit all she did was lie their abandoned and cold in the corner of the nursery, her spell of Green Cough enough to drive all the cats away from her for life. Any thing else would be the same, sleeping away, not eating... she did barely any of these things any more, they just consumed time and released nothing. She glanced at her paws and watched as her claws opened out stretched and closed leaving deep depressions in the snow below.
He was right though, she had been many moons without any one, and now she had been three more with out a mentor. She had lost track of time, maybe it had only been a moon, or maybe two… she didn’t know. She’d never been to a gathering so why would she pay attention to what moon it was? She was never going to get the respect that her family had already deprived her of since her near death experience. She blinked. Her stubborn side had been triggered by this tom, as well as her easily annoyed side. He was going to push it soon and that would be his demise… unless he were smart about it. She trusted not the good natured and good will he was trying to provide, she only cared that she was almost bored to death and no one cared. “Your right though.” She mewed as if she had been mumbling to herself in secrecy. After moments that seemed like moons she spoke again. “I don’t have a mentor… and I doubt Wishstar will ever give me one.” She looked up at the tom. Her eyes were a sharp piercing color, maybe more so then your usual green. The deep lime color seemed to get sharper as she slimmed her pupils and narrowed her brows.
Then she took into account the other things the tom was blabbering on about. She rolled her eyes quickly looking away from him and glancing off into space as if watching the little crystal items flutter down from Silverpelt itself… Bah, Silverpelt… Silverpelt never cared enough to save Greenpaw, why should she refer to something as beautiful as snow to Silverpelt! It was the cold air that she would blame Silverpelt for. Leafbare, the deadly combination of snow, cold air, and green cough. It was only her second winter, and yet she hated it so. She sniffed the air. Why did it really have to be like this? Huh? Did she have to live with the cruelty and taunting for the rest of her life? ‘I’m sure I could find something for you to do.’ She thought in her head in a mocking tone. “Because I need to have something else tell me what to do.” She sneered quietly, and as if she snapped her face turned up and she gave a slight grin. “Sure! Could you really?” She asked. Her tail patted the powdery snow below her and her smirk grew wider and wider. “I’m really bored… and I don’t have a mentor, and I really can hunt, but Leaf bare SUCKS!” she shouted. It was as if her thick coating had popped and her sneer seemed forgettable as she smiled upon the elder warrior.
Pointed on three ends rounded at the bottom. One stalk began floating down carrying the pointed little maple leaf behind it. It landed firmly on the soft white powdery snow. The snow had crystals that bounced light off of them in the depth of the evening. Before the moon began to seep up into the blue depths of the sky. With a valiant effort on behalf of the leaf, the wind blew it but barely lifted it into the sky before the weight of the snow collapsed. It was this kind of weather that made the clan cats crave the sultry heat of the salty summer. But now it could not be helped. Lime green eyes the size of your thumb nail shot open. And a blackened and brown she cat glanced up licking her black and then her white paw. She hated the winter. It was a repulsive season. It made your fur prickle and your breath smog. She hated how you’d get goose bumps, and how you’d get goop in your eyes once you woke up, and as soon as you stepped out of the apprentices den it would freeze and fall all crusty in your eyes.
She shook her fur and took a breath in. There was one good thing about the air… it cleaned you out. It made you relax weather you wanted it to or not. She had no mentor but it didn’t care… right now all she wanted to do is collapse and wish that she could wake up in the next few moons. She looked at a small puddle. She tried to push it but instead of it rippling like she thought all it did was break and get her paw stuck in its depths.
She then walked dreadfully back to camp, her meek catch of a scrawny mouse and a thin boned cardinal. It was sad that it had to be like this, after all, her clan did what it could all day, and instead of being rewarded all year round, or instead of just being left alone, StarClan decided to torment them with the fluxuating changes. Tons of food in the summer, and no food in the winter. It was like playing catch with a pompous dog and never giving it the ball, tormenting. She daintily let each paw slip down and she hit the next level of the marsh slipping quietly back into camp. It wasn’t like she needed to be quiet, no one cared about her any way. She landed on the next level with a thump and walked over to the fresh kill pile dropping the boney things quickly.
She found the largest prey, a grouse, and dragged it over to the nursery. They deserved most of it. Then she found another pretty good sized piece of prey and carried it quickly over to the medicine cats den. Once she dropped it off she took a step outside and sat down, looking as if it were her duty to sit their and do nothing more… she really did have nothing else to do… just one apprentice… one! Why couldn’t she have one good friend.
.eXtRa.
Skills: She’s a kit… hasn’t developed any thing!
Scars: nope
Other: yes done... I could have filled in a paragraph per Quote that her mother/and or/father said but a kits history doesn't need to be so long, its just basically when she got her personalities...
