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« Thread Started on Apr 7, 2008, 7:07pm » | |
Name: Inkstar
Age: 39 moons
Clan: CloudClan
Position: Leader
Picture (Optional): Clickk.
(There's her bio there, too. XD)
Physical Description:
At first glance, one might see an apprentice close to becoming a warrior, but the lithe, height-challenged she-cat is in fact over three years of age.
Inkstar's black pelt is kitsoft, thick, but oddly wispy. Her tail looks as if it's comprised of a mass of down feathers, fluffy, but in a calm, tamed way. It is easily disturbed by weather.
Though she is small for her age, Inkstar seems to have unusually large paws. She is constantly tripping over them, much to her despair and annoyance. Along with the...obvious largeness of her paws, they come with tiny tufts of fur in between each digit.
Inkstar's eyes are a rich gold-ish color, though her pupils are rimmed by the color of the pale light often used to describe the moon.
Though relatively free of battle scars (Inkstar wass one of the few warriors that actually listens when the medicine cat says to keep the poultice on), she has a strange notch in her right ear where the skin appears to have been torn by a sharp claw.
Personality:
I would describe Inkstar as "temperamental", but the words "moody" and "emotionally confused" seem to fit her personality better. She's not exactly...mean, but is easily irritated, especially when the subject of conversation is her height, her habit of tripping, or her torn ear.
She regards outsiders with caution, giving them the same attitude she gives kindness. Inkstar seems doubtful in one's ability to be truthful or loyal, a trait attributed to the death of her parents and the betrayal of her brother, Dividedheart.
In a way, Inkstar can be summed up by the song "Fields of Innocence", though there's a spiteful bit of her that seeks out revenge and the lust of battle. She really prefers the steady rhythm of hunting, though, and often goes out by herself to think and do good for her Clan.
Inkstar was always the one to offer to take care of the elders as an apprentice, though her requests were more often than not denied. She loved to hear about the lives of those than came before her, and when she crosses a landmark on her territory, she wonders, Who else has been here, seeking knowledge of the past, like me?
History:
Born in CloudClan alongside her brother, Dividedheart. The two were shocked when, a few days before their apprenticeship, their parents were attacked by rogues when they were out hunting. Inkkit seemed to accept the fact that they were gone, and retreated into herself to cope.
However, her brother, who's name was Scalekit back then, refused to acknowledge the events of life, and left the Clan almost immediately after becoming an apprentice. He became a rogue and trained by himself, occasionally running into other rogues who were willing to show him some fighting moves if he stole prey from the Clans, which he did without discernible remorse.
One day, while Inkpaw was out thinking, she caught self-named Dividedpaw in the act of stealing prey from CloudClan. At first, she was going to let him off the hook, thinking what a poor, unfortunate soul her brother had become. However, the next day, she found him again, dragging off a(n) [insert prey here]. Filled with a sense of betrayal, she attacked him.
In the end, Dividedpaw should have won, but he decided to just leave and give her something to remember him by--a shred in her right ear.
Inkstar has never forgiven--or forgotten--him.
And recently, she's heard rumors of a rogue cat by the name of Divdedheart, seeking out a new place to live...
Roleplay Example:
Inkpelt padded into camp, then slowed as she saw Rivensense. Oh, this'll be just GREAT, her mind growled, but she nudged the thoughts away and forced a smiling onto her face. "Morning, Rivensense. How's your day faring?" The black she-cat trotted past him to set down her prey onto the freshkill pile, then figured it'd be rude for her to leave, now that she'd started to make conversation.
So the warrior returned to the elder who was younger than her, sitting a tad farther away than what would have been considered "normal". However, in her mind, Rivensense wasn't normal, so it hardly mattered to her, now did it?
Code: xdiamondfox
((The roleplay example above is an RP between and my friend Bear. Steal the idea, names, etc., etc., and I will go spazzy on you. Seriously.))
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