Post by Veryxes on Dec 14, 2009 11:50:05 GMT
G H O S T W O O D
About the cat[/b]
Name: Ghostwood
Gender: Female
Age: 54 Moons [ 4 and a half years ]
Rank: Applying for Deputy
Appearence: Large and heavily set, Ghost is a Maine Coon cross. While most of her impressive size is made up of thick, silvery fur, underneath she is still a big-boned and powerful queen. Healthy and in good shape, scars are evident on her pelt, gained from struggles long past. A deep one crosses her left eye, rendering it useless, while several cross the point where her neck meets her shoulders and a few more cross several of her paws. Along with her almost intimidating appearance, the she-cat has a habit of standing up very straight, in a military fashion. She is rarely seen slouching or laying around lazily when there are things to be done. Lastly, her eyes are a rich amber-gold, though the blind left one is a little paler than the right.
Personality: Stern, firm and often a little harsh, Ghostwood has the bearing of a commanding military major. She does everything properly, from cleaning her long silver fur, to serving her Leader with unquestionable loyalty. She hates laziness, untidiness and insubordination with a vengeance, drumming rules into the kits [and sometimes the adults] of the clan at every opportunity. While she can seem very harsh and all into rules, as a friend, she will protect you with her life and give you advice if you need it. She has a great sense of team spirit and enjoys organizing little trips to get the clan to work together better.
In battle, she is a fearsome foe and a powerful ally, her size giving her a good edge on many. However, suprisingly, she dislikes fighting and will find any way to defeat an opponent without battling them. This is simply because she has lost so many friends in her past battles and she's sick of mourning. She doesn't wish to lose any more.
Family:
Redear - Mother - Large moggy with unknown heritage. Cream with darker points and golden eyes. Soft and kind, but quite submissive.
Smokewhisker - Father - Once a Kittypet called Smokey, pure Maine Coon. Escaped and became a warrior. Silver Tabby. Stern and very military style, raised the kits like him.
Silvertail - Brother - The smallest kit, hated the military style. Often bullied by the other kits, became withdrawn and sullen. Dark silver tabby.
Roamheart - Brother - Another large kit, a quiet cat, but an accomplished fighter. Silver and white.
History: Born in a far clan, living in the deep north, Ghostwood and her siblings were brought up mostly by their father. He was very strict and taught them important fighting and teambuilding skills at a very early age. While their mother, Redear, was very shy and quiet and kept out of their training, it was obvious that she loved them and that Smokewhisker loved her. Close-knit and able to work perfectly as a team, they were the prized warriors of their clan. Their father even attained the coveted Deputy position and was once offered leadership of the clan, though he declined. Fighting side by side in many battles, Ghost learnt to cherish every moment with her family, especially when she lost her dear sister in a fierce fight. Though she was grieving inside, she'd been taught to overcome any feelings that would stop her performing at her best, so the family took it in their stride and honoured her memory.
After a few years as a powerful warrior alongside her family, Smokewhisker took Ghostwood to one side and told her that it was time to leave and carry on the family name elsewhere. So it was that she dispersed from the clan and began travelling, making a name for herself as she travelled forever onward and forward. Searching for a home.
Anything else: My history is bad, but my hands are freeeeeezing. :<
About the RPer[/b]
Name: Veryxes [ if you really wanna know my real one, it's Racheal ]
Gender: Female
Other characters: None
RP sample: Always an early riser, Ghostwood was awake before the majority of the clan, amber eyes scanning the quiet land as it bathed in the sunrise. Her powerful frame was ruffled by the wind, tail flicking softly behind her. All was quiet on the western front, so to speak, but she stayed where she sat, rigid and still. Today was just another ordinary day, there were no battles on the horizon and no enemies to dispatch. The she-cat was actually glad, war didn't hold the same thrill it had used to. All she could ever see were the faces of her dead companions, etched onto the faces of her enemies. Her father called it war trauma and told her to get over it, but it wasn't so very easy.
Turning her one good eye, Ghostwood spotted the large, pale form of her father approaching, age beginning to creep its way across his body. Raising herself from sitting position, she stood rigidly to attention, silently awaiting the word of the older male. "Ghostwood, you are four summers now and you are still trapped in the clan of your birth. I think it is time you went out to face the world."
Blinking in surprise, the she-cat watched Smokewhisker for more information, wondering what he was really saying. "I have to leave, sir? Her voice was steady, as she had trained it to be, but inside, she was reeling. Why did she have to leave her unit, her clan? Was she no longer good enough to fight alongside them? Surely not, she had no doubt in her skill. Her father's voice brought her out of her thoughts and she listened intently to what he had to say. "You have served this clan well, soldier, you have helped us win many a war. But out there, in the harsh world, there are other clans in need of a soldier. There are other generations of soldiers in this clan, you need not worry for us. Instead, you must go out and carry on our military line. You must protect other clans as you have protected ours."
Speechlessly nodding her silver head, Ghostwood realized that she had known this day was coming. She could tell by the sadness that clouded Redear's face, the way her father avoided her and her brothers seemed jealous. She was to be their flagship, she was to reach out and create a new generation of soldiers to protect a new and defenceless clan. "So it will be, sir. I will do my best and only my best in protecting another clan. I will not forget you." By his gaze, Ghostwood knew she was leaving now, in this early morning sunshine. Sadness was clear in her gaze, but she stared out with resolve, strong and unflinching. With a last, farewell smile, she turned and stepped softly out of the clan camp and to lands beyond. Her journey was begun.[/blockquote]