Post by Nikki on Jul 17, 2008 3:25:16 GMT -5
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Name: Starlit (Starpaw)
Age: Roughly ten moons.
Gender: She-cat
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Desired Position: ThicketClan
Apprentice/Mentor: None at this time.
Mate/Crush: None.
Kin: Fern - sister, kittypet (She will refer to her at times)
Short Description: Starlit is possibly a fine example of a kittypet, both in appearence and manner. She sports a soft, light brown tabby coat with bright, pristine white markings -- tributed by her habit of cleaning her fur as a time-killer. The finest feature of her psychological make-up is her ease of being frightened. When in an unknown place, she starts easily. However, almost conversely, she loves travelling places once uncharted.
Appearance:
Name: Starlit (Starpaw)
Age: Roughly ten moons.
Gender: She-cat
Desired Rank: Apprentice
Desired Position: ThicketClan
Apprentice/Mentor: None at this time.
Mate/Crush: None.
Kin: Fern - sister, kittypet (She will refer to her at times)
Short Description: Starlit is possibly a fine example of a kittypet, both in appearence and manner. She sports a soft, light brown tabby coat with bright, pristine white markings -- tributed by her habit of cleaning her fur as a time-killer. The finest feature of her psychological make-up is her ease of being frightened. When in an unknown place, she starts easily. However, almost conversely, she loves travelling places once uncharted.
Appearance:
Her fur is a pale brown base, a mid-tone sifting through the base to form a tabby pattern along her somewhat chubby frame. (Sitting in one spot and doing little other than eating and watching birds outside the window doesn't give one an amazingly flattering figure, you see) These markings grow more defined as they ring around her tail, but only vaguely so. White blazes on her muzzle (Cuts off beneath her chin), tailtip, underbelly, chest, and all four of her rounded paws. White appears once more to frame her bright hazel eyes. (Think lemon-lime base with earthy brown threading and brindling them).Personality:
She first appears in the roleplays bearing an over-sized pink ribbon around her neck. (One, mind you, is almost as big as her head) This is a symbol of her possession to two-legs, and is uncannily fond of the fabric. The ribbon will often be the center of her attention, leading to her nudging at it to distract herself.
Her frame itself is rather long and somewhat tall, but the chubbiness of her body seems to detract from that entirely.
(The picture earlier doesn't have ALL of her markings, as is clear, but the picture was merely a spring-board for my idea of her. So, forgive me for that. xD)
Her personality is a mixture of conflicting ideas. She holds the craving of new terrain underfoot, yet fears the unknown. Starlit(paw) lacks belief in clan cats, yet yearns to live such a lifestyle. There's an entire list of "yin-yang" type relationships with her psychological make-up that I could list, but it's so much easier to describe her in simpler terms.History:
She's far from confident, constantly needing reassurance in order to believe something for herself, no matter what it is. She goes out of her way to try and help, being what one would call a 'people-pleaser'. Starlit desires acceptance more than anything, and tries as hard as she can to prove herself, despite her soft life behind her. Though, few would take note of this unless gaining her whole trust. Gaining her trust is simple enough, but gaining all of it is far from.
Starlit is known to be an optimist until it is a matter than concerns herself. Example, she reassures a clanmate that everything will be okay, yet will turn right around and feed her mind negativity. In saying this, it's safe to say she's a worry-wart.
She, from time to time, will be victim of compulsive behavior. Examples of this would be playing with the bow around her neck or randomly greeting and striking up conversation with someone she may or may not normally converse with on such a friendly basis.
She's unusually clingy. When in a group of those who she does not know, she will often withdraw and stay near the one or the few that she is familiar and at ease with, only associating with the others when the path to doing so is smoothed by the individuals she is with.
Starlit's history isn't really all that tragic, or, rather, it isn't tragic at all. She was born into the kittypet life. Her memory of her mother is faded and patchy, so she doesn't make much mention of her. However, she isn't fazed at all by this, since she had her sister, Fern, there with her. Not even Fern recalls much of their mother. It was a common joke between the two that their mother was a ghost or wandering spirit.IC:
Fern and Starlit lived with their two-legs for a few months before Starlit began getting anxious. She felt like a caged tiger at this point, pacing to and fro and inwardly hoping for a grasp at freedom. When Willow, the cat next-door, moved in, this became a breath of fresh air. This she-cat spoke avidly of "clan cats". Fern entirely discerned the existence of such cats, blowing the possibility off completely. Starlit, however, was less willing to let the matter off so easily.
Starlit met with Willow at the fence separating their two-legs' gardens every day, Willow telling elaborate tales of the grandeur that was the clan life. Willow claimed her clan name had been Willowsong, yet Starlit was uncertain if that detail was accurate. Nevertheless, she had fallen hook, line, and sinker for this tale -- fabrication or non-fiction, she wasn't sure.
It was a few more moons before Starlit had finally had enough of the tasteless food, caged environment, and the bland life here. She worked up the nerve to jump the fence and trek off toward the woods surrounding her two-legs' home. Starlit was entirely ignorant to where she was going, but was ardent in the belief that where she was and was going, it was better than where she had been.
She eventually traveled far enough to reach the clans. (Roleplay picks up from there. xD)
(Sorry for the length. D: I tend to type more than I mean to.)
She lowered her belly to the ground, paws gathered beneath her and limbs folded in. Not even her tail dared move away from her body, curled securely and somewhat reassuringly to her side.Other:
Dog's echoing vocalizations resounded in her ears and she knew they were miles away, so either her mind had retained them or they were some really noisy dogs. 'Stupid canines,' she thought bitterly and finally looked around herself. Now... Where in this green and blue world, was she?
Every direction seemed shady, shadows stretching out with vicious intent. Each one seemed to be reaching toward her, their forms yawning and growing in an attempt to better reach her... as though they were living, breathing... hungry. This thought made her backbone chill, as though snow had been nestled deep in her fur.
She narrowed her hazel eyes into slits, drawing closer to the ground. Starlit did this with hopes that it would better protect her.
(Only a short entry. x x Didn't want to bore you guys with a full-gutted intro, nor did I want to detract ideas from the actual intro. xD Wanted it to be entirely fresh material. :3)
Her name, upon becoming a warrior, is Starlit. Prefix being 'Star', suffix being 'Lit'. Furthermore, she will begin in the roleplay (if she is accepted as a character, that is) as a kittypet entering ThicketClan. Position and such will go on from there. (I should think, anyways. xD)
Little side-note: This is a neat little set-up. =o I've never seen anything like it. -fascinated by it-