Post by Yoko on Aug 12, 2009 21:37:56 GMT -6
Name: Specklestar
Age: 31 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Leader
Apprentice: Dustpaw
Life: 5
Mate/Crush: None
Kin: Orphan
Description: Specklestar is a strange-looking, yet beautiful, she-cat. Her body is slender with lean muscles. The scruff of her neck tends to build up when she's angry, but otherwise its nearly invisible. Almost every feature is sharper, more angled then a normal cat, but not by much, its just noticeable. Her pelt is a golden toasted brown, with circular black spots for which she is named. Her tail is long with a pointed black tip. Her paws are black, with rough brown and black pads. Her ears and are unuasually pointed and a quarter larger than normal cats with black tips. Her eyes are a sparkling emerald and are sharp and alert. Her whiskers are just a little longer than normal cats. She has a black and light brown swirled nose. She is an exotic beauty.
Personality: Specklestar is the kind of cat who can tell the difference between private matters and Clan matters. She's wise enough not to be prying, but prudent enough to investigate attitudes and arguements that may affect her Clan. She's a strong leader, but she chooses her words carefully, so she is often silent. She's an excellent listener and tries to be as fair as she can, but never at the expense of her Clan. She's a naturally hard worker, never shirking her duties. She is often quiet and respectful of others, but she may become very hostile when one of her clanmates is in danger. In battle, there's no arguing with her, when she gives an order it is final, or else, because disobeying orders threatens her Clan.
History: When she was very small, not yet a moon old, Specklestar was taken from her mother by twolegs. They found her beautiful and wanted to keep her as a kittypet. However, on her journey to her new home, the twoleg monster they had been travelling crashed. The frightened kit stumbled out into the bright new world, frightened and alone. She crawled into the nearby forest, which she now recognizes as ShadowClan territory. She was fed by a kind queen named, Owlfur (dead from a river accident now), and raised as a warrior.
When she became an apprentice, It was the happiest day of her entire life. She strode proudly as her Clan chanted 'Specklepaw' . Not all of her new duties were pleasant, but she worked to the best of her ability at each. It was soon noticed that her tail was very useful for fighting, and tree-climbing.
As a warrior, her name was Specklepelt, and she was a great help. Her battle skills were perfected and she was given her apprentice, Toadpaw. She passed on her skills to the best of her ability, but Toadpaw turned out to be a better hunter than fighter.
After the death of the leader of Shadowclan, the deputy took over and moved Specklepelt to the rank of Deputy. She was honored. The Clan was displeased, after all, she had been born an outsider. Who was she to order them? She proved herself in a battle against vicious twoleg dogs who had broken loose in their territory. But tradgedy soon struck again, when the Clan leader announced that he was abandoning his position. He gave no indication as to why but the Clan wept bitterly as he left. Specklepelt, then became Clan leader. She was still unsure as to why the former had left, but she knew that that didn't matter anymore. The Clan was hers now.
Roleplay example: Proud and silent, atop the only hill in the flat land, stands the stone walls of Castle Damel. The spiraling spears of towers are dark shadows against the violet sky this moonless night. There, candles are frosted by the cold of the castle. It is there that the King of Damel resides. It is there that his wrinkled fingers cling to almost every coin of his country. Whether it be sunshine gold or moonlit silver, his shriveled hand has touched and lingered upon each piece of valued metal.
Bianca Arrow, better known as The Black Sparrow, is perched on a particularly high branch of a tree, watching the elevated dark blot, which hangs over the green pastures like a hawk over a rabbit. Her amber eyes are fixed upon this smudge, her target. All she needs is the right opportunity and a little assistance. Then her eyes would behold the shimmering light of riches once more.
She trembled in excitement at the thought, not worried about being seen, for her dark skin hides her well in the leaves, especially in the shadows of this strange summer night. Her short black dress stops just above her knees with a violet sash that hugs her dagger to her waist, this night she appears to be a living shadow. Her violet cloak floats up behind her slightly, but her quiver is slung across her back keep it from flying too high up. Carefully and silently she plans.
It has already been set in motion. The letters have already been sent, a call to every infamous thief and bandit within or surrounding the kingdom. Bianca could imagine their surprise to receive the red envelope, which expresses The Black Sparrow’s request that they meet in the woods this night. Some would likely be skeptical and not show, but that mattered not. She would only require so much help anyway. There are still a few details to smooth out, but there is no time to waste in the plans execution. The ball is but a mere three days away and this may be the only chance.
Other: Specklepelt is strange mixed breed of cat. Somewhere in her blood is Bengal.
