Post by Mousy on Oct 19, 2011 13:23:47 GMT -6
.: name :: Buzzardfang
.: age :: 13 moons
.: gender :: Female
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Apprentice: None - although she's interested, she supposes...
Love Interest: Formerly Greypaw - although StarClan knows how she managed to move on from that. She now has a crush on Owlwhisker, but is too shy to admit it.
Kin: browntail . father . npc
redflower . mother . npc
greypaw . 11 moons . best friend
ratclaw . 12 moons . best friend
Description:
Personality:Unremarkable . Mustard-yellow eyes . Mostly white . Brown tabby markings . Medium-sized . Thin fur
Really, there is nothing particularly interesting about this girl, so I don't think I'll disguise it with poetry: she's a she-cat. She sometimes flirts with toms and other she-cats, and it shows in the way she walks. She kind-of struts, allowing others to see her build, even though it isn't that remarkable: she's not skinny and not stocky; she isn't living twigs, but she isn't muscular, or fat. It general, she is just an extremely average cat. She isn't exceptionally, drop-dead, gorgeous, but, well, she isn't ugly either: she can flirt without looking like an idiot, but she is also, according to Greypaw, allowed to call herself ugly. Since most of her life up to now has been a relative non-event, she has no scars, and no ripped-up ears - her apprenticeship passed easily; she proved herself to be a good fighter and hunter: not above average, but she got through.
In any case.
She is not a particularly fluffy cat, instead bearing rather thin fur, and this thin fur is rather pale, in most places: it is, in fact, almost exclusively white, although her muzzle is a very light, clearmy, brown, and the top of her head is a brown tabby. Likewise, she is marked with brown and black tabby stripes. Unremarkable in its softness, thickness and length, Buzzardfang's fur just is: it isn't made for anything, and, really, neither is she. Rather, she just is. She is built to exist: to hunt; to fight; to watch; to play. To do everything other cats do.
Adding to her general unremarkability, Buzzardfang has mustard-yellow eyes - if she knew what mustard was... well, she would just say that her eyes were yellow: she's pretty unpretentious like that: she doesn't care, really, just so long as they still work.
History:Unremarkable . Viewsy . Verbose . Chipper . Gradually gaining confidence . Good memory . Romanticist . Ponderous . Paranoid . Non-believer . Lazy . Procrastinator . Driven when she wants to be . Sometimes argumentative . "One of the boys"
The most noticeable trait of Buzzardfang's is, to be compeltely honest, her boyishness. If she wasn't overtly feminine, it would be easy to assume that she was really a tom: she is, in every way, one of the boys.
OwORoleplay Example:
The problem, Buzzardfang reflected, was that he was too far away. Presently he was over the other side of Carrionplace, like an inexplicable... thing, and she was here, at the big gatey thingies. And this displeased her greatly, because she wanted him also to be over the big gatey thingies.
"Oowwllwwhhiisskkeerr..." she mewled. He didn't look around, instead pouncing playfully on Coalfur, who flipped him over. they continued their playfight, and lay together, both breathing heavily, but laughing every time they looked at each other.
She grumbled, deciding to take matters in to her own paws. She pounded over and put her paws on Owlwhisker's side. He looked up, mewled, looked up again, and then flipped her over. The resulting scuffle was brief, and resulted in Buzzardfang getting mud in her fur. She laid perfectly still for a few seconds, before flying back up and attacking him, this time besting him.
Coalfur looked on, laughing. He pawed at her shoulder and nudged his nose against her neck, purring. She did the same back, before sitting with them. Coalfur looked at a rat, vaguely bored, and the rat looked back in a similar manner, before scurrying away.
"Great StarClan, the day Greypaw gets to join us will be amazing, right?" Owlwhisker said. Buzzardfang nodded. He laid down, and she pinned him down, laughing. "It's too hot to play..." he muttered. She nodded and yawned.
Buzzardfang, who had been leaning her weight on his shoulder, flopped down, her paws sliding over so that they hovered above the ground. She rested her chin on his side, yawning.
Coalfur crept irritably under a piece of tarpaulin whcih was supported by four piles of bricks. He watched the other two out of green eyes, his expression somewhere between jealous and overheated (and if overheated was an expression, Coalfur would certainly be the one to display it).
"When it is not stupidly hot..." the dark tom mewed, "we... should do this again..."
Owlwhisker yawned and looked up, knocking Buzzardwhisker off him. She crawled in to the shelter alongside Coalfur, curling up as far away from the "mewling sunbeam" as she possible could. Owlwhisker joined them after a few seconds, lying quite far back. He rested his head on his paws.
"It's too hot to think..." the black tom grumbled. Buzzardfang yawned and nodded. "But at least we aren't apprentices any more, right? We would be doing innane chores right now."
"Well, we're MEANT to be doing innane chores now," Buzzardfang replied. "If you call hunting innane, that is."
No reply.
She looked at the two toms. Both were fast asleep. Her maternal instinct considered kicking in and making her mve forwards to protect them in case of danger, but then decided that it was too hot. Instead, she curled up at Owlwhisker's side, and fell asleep too.