Post by d i s a s t e r on Jun 3, 2008 22:36:14 GMT 9
Name: disaster/dizzy? xDD I don't know. Be creative? xD
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Books:
Gender: Female
Age: 15
Books:
The first two series', and the first book of 'the new prophecy'. xD Sorry if the name is wrong, I haven't read them in ages.RP Sample:
Fully alive,Other:
and she knows how to believe
in futures.
Wounds adorned her petite, tortoiseshell-furred body like flies upon rotting raw flesh, some encrusted in a thick, appetizing scab of hardened rust-hued material while others, the large, more severe lesions covered with leaves and spiderweb as if to hid it’s gruesome beauty from the clan cats. Out of all the cats, she had been the one most seriously injured, with her state when returning from the battle at the Gathering causing many to believe she was as good as dead, bleeding profusely through the massive gashes patterning her body and parts where flesh had been ripped away from bone. Although the large scabs were drawn across her body, parting her elegant black fur, on which rare splotches of pallid ginger tabby grew upon, her pelt stayed silky and soft, blown by the gentle arid winds as if willed by StarClan themselves to hid the brutal injuries that she had sustained during that fateful battle with a Silenced Echoes warrior. A large patch of spiderweb held a goldenrod and marigold poultice in place over the chest, where that certain tom had ripped away a large chunk of flesh, revealing the glimmering white bone beneath the crimson fluid, while another was attached to her scruff, where more flesh had been taken. Fierce golden eyes glancing around, she caught Vehementstar’s eye and nodded respectfully, barely flinching at the pain that slight movement had caused her before padding away to sort a patrol. Each step was lithe and graceful, something nearly impossible for a cat in her state, but she moved through the camp clearing with a strange fluidity, like a stream coursing down a steep, rocky mountain, evading the studded rocks upon the river bed. As her flashing golden gaze searched the mass of cats, the voice, whom she had not heard since the battle, re-emerged, a shrill cry of maniacal laughter echoing throughout her mind. The dark tortoiseshell she-cat gritted her sharp ivory fangs, clenching her paws as it sung it’s melody once more, poisoning, intoxicating her in it’s lush, venomous embrace. Weak, pathetic, disgusting piece of carrion. No one here wants such a useless deputy, you don’t deserve it. You should have died at the Gathering with the others, those poor, stupid cats. Just like you. Biting back the urge to scream and claw at her head, futile attempts to rid herself of it’s melodic repetition, Tempestsky turned her gaze further into the crowd of warm bodies, glittering gold gaze sharpening, and she turned to pad carefully and gracefully, with a poise that only one of her petite stature could manage, and nodded to the cats in greeting, eyes seating herself and intricately weaving her tail around her paws. “Two patrols, one hunting, one border. I’ll lead the border patrol with Quickstep, Spindrift and Mousewhisker. Weavingpaw could come too, if you wouldn’t mind,” The deputy meowed calmly, gaze flashing over each of the cats as the words poured from her mouth like smoke from a fire, soft and delicately woven, yet sharp as the fumes biting into the back of one’s throat, “The hunting patrol will be led by Cougarstorm, with Lynxfoot, Leadingeye and Nightfall. Cougarstorm, you can bring your apprentice Lunarpaw. You, the hunting patrol, will head around the north over the shallower end of the river, while the border patrol will head to the deeper side to avoid confusion. Gather around the entrance after you have eaten.” Turning as swiftly as she had come, a mere glance at the meagre fresh-kill pile made the tortoiseshell deputy want to retch. Every kind of food looked different after you’ve seen more blood than you should your entire life, and it seemed to have affected her more than any other. Her paws, light and graceful upon the ground as if she were just drifting, drew to an abrupt stop near the entrance, the parting in the bramble letting in rays of heated sunlight to bore upon the weary cats.
I am, presently, rather busy, so I hope you don't mind if I post one of the posts I made on a different site. I hope it's up to your standards. :D Thanks.