Post by [I.n.k}#/ on Jan 17, 2008 18:11:09 GMT -5
Name: Ink
Age: 7 moons-Ready To Recieve Warrior Name
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Description/Appearance:
Age: 7 moons-Ready To Recieve Warrior Name
Gender: Female
Rank: Apprentice
Description/Appearance:
Ink is an agile and lean cat. She's not overly large or completely tiny, just about average cat height. The base of her fur is a light gray/silvery/tan color. Laid over top of this is a darker gray color in random stripes. Her stripes are thin and barely visible. On top of her head are two ears, both of the lighter color with dark gray tips. Her nose is pink, framed by dark gray. Above her nose is almost a lighter tan color. If you were to look inside of her mouth you would see the roof is a darker purple almost black color. Her tongue is the normal pink color. Her pools and liquid minty green color. Around her eyes it looks like dark eyeliner was put on.Personality:
Her body is lean and she somehow can twist and turn in the weirdest ways possible. She can squeeze into small areas and loves it. Her tail is a silvery color and long. The tip is black with a white speck on the very very end. Her paws are the same color of her bodice. Clear translucent and sharp claws are hidden within them.
Ink is a cat who's loyal, courageous, wise, and playful. She hates when somebody lies to her and stabs her in the back. Truth is something that she believes in and lives by. If you lie to her she'll turn her back to you and you'll get the cold shoulder.History:
Ink is courageous, protecting others with her own body. She's the first to volunteer for things and it doesn't matter what they are. She loves a good battle,seeing that it brings out the best in everybody.
Ink however would rather talk things out before going to war. She thinks before she speaks and advises others to do the same. She shares her knowledge with others and is always willing to learn more. She does have a playful side. She would love nothing more than to lay with kits and play. She's always laughing or trying to make others laugh.
Born on a cold and windy day. She was born alongside the ocean.Her mother was present and her father not. Ink received her name because of a Loner. When Ink was born there was a Loner who helped her mother. This Loner was white with an odd blue splatter across her. Ink's mother being curious afterwards ask what it was, she found it out that it was ink. The little kitten she had previously called Fog looked as if she had "ink" lines down her pelt. The name was altered to Ink. Ink was born the sibling of two others. Another female and one male. She was a playful kit always getting in trouble. As a kitten she longed to know her father...and the want to know him grew more as time went on.Ink had soon grown into the beautiful and daring "teen". She was apprenticed to the Deputy of the clan. The Deputy was a large tom named Dirtpatch. Ink was trained hard and never missed a day of training. In fact she begged to be trained more and more. At 10 moons Ink set off to find her father. She had no directions or anything else to find who and where he was. The journey was long and she encountered many problems during this. Ink was lead down many wrong paths and stabbed in the back by many cats as she walked around lost. After two days she stopped, and broke down crying. It didn't take long before she was found by members of her clan. They were mad at her and she had to serve the Elder's for quite some time but never less trained on. As time pushed on she neared 16 moons. At 15 moons she came close to death. The river was wild and ran throughout the clan. One day Ink decided to go fish. As she leaned over to hook a fish with her claw a rabbit ran behind her. It pushed her into the river by surprise. As she sputtered and tried to survive her life truly flashed before her eyes. Feeling teeth in the back of her neck she was pulled out by an unknown tom. She looks for him still this day.Roleplay Sample:
The dark cold nights. The lonesome moon peeking over the horizon. The moon wasn't like it's brother the sun. The sun was fierce, the predator...our moon was merely prey. It didn't have the power to burn things up, it simply helped the lost find their way. If anything the moon was a helper, sent to guide us back home. Yet sometimes we didn't wish to find home. We wished to stay lost, confused, helpless. We had no need for knowing or a need for finding...we simply had a need for staying. That's exactly what the ghostly looking cat wanted. As the moon illuminated the she's coat she stayed. Not found not knew...she stayed. She stayed for reasons unknown, her movements ceased by a mysterious force. She seemed glued together, surrounded by invisible cement if you would. Even the liquidated pools the were set into her skull had been chilled down to freezing point. It's as if she was frozen into time, and everything around her still ticking away to their own beat. Through this period of stillness the time of day still moved on.Codeword/Other:
Morning came. The sun rose. The predator's rays reaching out to the darkest depths. Warming everything with it's fire-like fingers. The moon had been chased into hiding, not to be seen till the darkness came once more. With the sun, the she moved. Her stilts rose her lean body into the air. Her attachments stretched, before placing themselves carefully onto the ground. Her minty green orbs danced crazily as they took in her enclosure. The whipcord attached to her end swished swiftly and silently, back and forth. The she had come to life. Suddenly she started forward, the dance she weaved becoming quicker in pace. Her movements were graceful, exciting, joyous, and yet it was engulfing and overtaking. They seduced you in a odd way. Drawing you in...and then killing you. But they didn't stop...they continued. They carried her to the water. And only then did they stop. She peered down into the, the reflection of a monster she didn't know staring back straight at her.
The monster was herself. Which was odd and equally pleasing. She hadn't lost herself, she knew who she was. She was the she she'd always been, Apprentice Ink. A paw swiped at the water, splashing away the reflection that had been. The water was cold as it surrounded her bodice, wetting her fur. The water darkened the colors of her pelt, melting them into one another. She stood still in the water, allowing it's icy knife like feeling to penetrate deep inside her body, into her heart. She was sinking into her own little world. The outside world didn't matter, only her world of darkness. It was odd that her world was dark, it should of been light with butterflies flying around everywhere. But it wasn't...but it was alarming. Her swiveling acoustics caught the sound of cracking. Her world vanished, her eye covers flying open. Nothing was there, though it seemed like it should be. Something was almost wrong...she had a very bad feeling. It felt like somebody had hit her, hard, and she had flown into a rock. It pained her. Yet nothing was really happening.
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