Post by Fallen Drop on Oct 14, 2009 18:22:08 GMT -5
Name: Fallen Drop
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: SharpClaw
Appearance:
Fallen Drop is a small cinnamon tortoiseshell she-cat with metallic blue eyes. Her eyes are metallic green, with a hint of blue. And her soft, long fur is black and dark cinnamon. One of her legs is deformed and mauled, and she can barely use it.
Personality:
Fallen Drop is normally a happy cat that loves everyone and everything about life. However she can sometimes be a bit moody when she has a bad day. That's understandable, but she makes sure that everyone in the entiretribe knows it. The elders often complain about her, complaining to them about how lucky they are to be able to just sit in the sun and eat all day. She often makes her self known. This isn't always a good thing.
She has gotten in trouble before, mainly because she likes to speak her mind out and be heard off. Oftentimes at meetings, when the Tribe beats another cat in a battle, she mingles through the ranks of that clan and makes sure to tell that how bad they were and how stupid they were not to expect the raid. More then once, she has almost caused the truce to break at the meetings, but the leaders have always been able to calm the cats back down again before they could start a fight.
She may not have a perfect personality, but she hates cats that break the tribe code. She has never broken the tribe code herself, but she is quick to report those who even consider breaking the noble code that has out lasted countless generations. In other words, she is a very loyal cat and ready to serve her tribe whenever needed.
There is one part of the code she has trouble remembering. "A Sharpclaw does not have to kill to win his battles..." Fallen Drop is always quick to try and pick a fight with enemy cats. Which is most likely why she has never been made leader of the Tribe. she just enjoys fighting and bloodshed of other cats a little too much.
True, she does have a few flaws, but she does like making friends within her tribe. Or trying to at least. When she is not driven by anger, she is a very nice and well tempered cat. However it doesn't take much to make her snap. She would love to have kits someday, mostly likely with a tom who doesn't mind a moody mate.
She would love kits of her own, but for now she has been told to stay away from the nursery because she keeps frightening the kits. She snaps easily, so that means she does not take it lightly when a kit pounces on her fluffy tail. Fallen Drop might not make a good mother, mainly because she yells a little too often.
Family:
Leaf Shade: Mother (Living)
Dark Sun: Father (Living)
Whispering Sunrise: Sister (Living)
Live Wire: Brother (Living)
History:
Fallen Drop was actually a very nice cat when she was little. When she was just three moons, she wandered from the safety of the camp. She had just reached the border when she came upon another cat. He was sitting by a cliff, so she had asked it what it had been doing out there. He had told her to come and see the view. Twilight believed him and had gone right over to the edge. There, the rouge shoved her off. He had been afraid that she would report him, because he had been hunting there for many months. When she fell, Fallen Drop managed to grab a jutting rock ledge. Her baby paws slipped from the rock and she had fallen even farther and landed on her side on another jutting rock. When a patrol found her, she was bleeding and her legs and five ribs had been broken. The healer had been able to fix all but her front leg and her heart. The trusting heart had been broken, and she became her bitter, wary self.
Roleplay Sample:
Nevermore sat deep in his hiding hole, watching Thundersong from his vantage point. He had never seen so beautiful a cat! His gray-flecked eyes glittered admiringly as he gazed at her. But a heat crawled through him at the sight as well. He just hoped she didn't notice him.
Ucomfortable as his hole was, he remained motionless like a fawn, his fur having been licked clean of scents. This technique he had learned by studying the deer mothers in all his wanderings and it had always come to good use when in clan territories. Those grumpy cats amost never let loners in. He silently scowled.
He heard a voice speaking to Thundersong, a questioning one. Fearing discovery, he pushed back farther and farther, until finally his tail protruded out into the sunlight on the other side. He wriggled his way the remainder of the way out until he was free of the damp, dark cave, the smells wafting up from the hole he had just exited. Among the scents was Thundersong's and his heart pained in his chest at it.
He put his masked, coon-colored face back in the hole to further listen in on the two below, but in such a way that one ear lingered outside to detect other cats or critters that may threaten him.
Other:
Age: 18 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: SharpClaw
Appearance:
Fallen Drop is a small cinnamon tortoiseshell she-cat with metallic blue eyes. Her eyes are metallic green, with a hint of blue. And her soft, long fur is black and dark cinnamon. One of her legs is deformed and mauled, and she can barely use it.
Personality:
Fallen Drop is normally a happy cat that loves everyone and everything about life. However she can sometimes be a bit moody when she has a bad day. That's understandable, but she makes sure that everyone in the entiretribe knows it. The elders often complain about her, complaining to them about how lucky they are to be able to just sit in the sun and eat all day. She often makes her self known. This isn't always a good thing.
She has gotten in trouble before, mainly because she likes to speak her mind out and be heard off. Oftentimes at meetings, when the Tribe beats another cat in a battle, she mingles through the ranks of that clan and makes sure to tell that how bad they were and how stupid they were not to expect the raid. More then once, she has almost caused the truce to break at the meetings, but the leaders have always been able to calm the cats back down again before they could start a fight.
She may not have a perfect personality, but she hates cats that break the tribe code. She has never broken the tribe code herself, but she is quick to report those who even consider breaking the noble code that has out lasted countless generations. In other words, she is a very loyal cat and ready to serve her tribe whenever needed.
There is one part of the code she has trouble remembering. "A Sharpclaw does not have to kill to win his battles..." Fallen Drop is always quick to try and pick a fight with enemy cats. Which is most likely why she has never been made leader of the Tribe. she just enjoys fighting and bloodshed of other cats a little too much.
True, she does have a few flaws, but she does like making friends within her tribe. Or trying to at least. When she is not driven by anger, she is a very nice and well tempered cat. However it doesn't take much to make her snap. She would love to have kits someday, mostly likely with a tom who doesn't mind a moody mate.
She would love kits of her own, but for now she has been told to stay away from the nursery because she keeps frightening the kits. She snaps easily, so that means she does not take it lightly when a kit pounces on her fluffy tail. Fallen Drop might not make a good mother, mainly because she yells a little too often.
Family:
Leaf Shade: Mother (Living)
Dark Sun: Father (Living)
Whispering Sunrise: Sister (Living)
Live Wire: Brother (Living)
History:
Fallen Drop was actually a very nice cat when she was little. When she was just three moons, she wandered from the safety of the camp. She had just reached the border when she came upon another cat. He was sitting by a cliff, so she had asked it what it had been doing out there. He had told her to come and see the view. Twilight believed him and had gone right over to the edge. There, the rouge shoved her off. He had been afraid that she would report him, because he had been hunting there for many months. When she fell, Fallen Drop managed to grab a jutting rock ledge. Her baby paws slipped from the rock and she had fallen even farther and landed on her side on another jutting rock. When a patrol found her, she was bleeding and her legs and five ribs had been broken. The healer had been able to fix all but her front leg and her heart. The trusting heart had been broken, and she became her bitter, wary self.
Roleplay Sample:
Nevermore sat deep in his hiding hole, watching Thundersong from his vantage point. He had never seen so beautiful a cat! His gray-flecked eyes glittered admiringly as he gazed at her. But a heat crawled through him at the sight as well. He just hoped she didn't notice him.
Ucomfortable as his hole was, he remained motionless like a fawn, his fur having been licked clean of scents. This technique he had learned by studying the deer mothers in all his wanderings and it had always come to good use when in clan territories. Those grumpy cats amost never let loners in. He silently scowled.
He heard a voice speaking to Thundersong, a questioning one. Fearing discovery, he pushed back farther and farther, until finally his tail protruded out into the sunlight on the other side. He wriggled his way the remainder of the way out until he was free of the damp, dark cave, the smells wafting up from the hole he had just exited. Among the scents was Thundersong's and his heart pained in his chest at it.
He put his masked, coon-colored face back in the hole to further listen in on the two below, but in such a way that one ear lingered outside to detect other cats or critters that may threaten him.
Other:
