Post by XsilentX on Feb 17, 2008 1:38:04 GMT -5
name;
Hope~
gender;
she-cat
age;
4 moons
clan;
N/A
rank;
N?A
first glance;
A creme and tan colored kitten with green eyes
appearance;
.:Pelt:.
Hopes is very fluffy. her fur is medium, but at the moment it is geared toward winter weather so is is supposed to be that fluffy. When she gets older and when summer hits it should flatten out a bit and become a lovely silky smooth texture. The color of her base pelt is white. But this only lasts on her underbelly and muzzle. You add the next layer. This one is a bit longer in length than the short, soft white that covers the underbelly and muzzle. Instead it is long and cream. This part of her pelt looks like the whitish creme twolegs pour in their coffee sometimes. Complex patterns of lighter and darker splashes of cream ripple her pelt. The last layer is a soft tan. It is not harsh looking like sand, or rough like sunbaked dirt. No, it is soft, like a comfy blanket that wraps around and warms you at night. This layer is the same length of the cream. The tan spots splash over her body at random intervals. the top of her head is smothered with the tan and so is most of her back. the left side fas another splotch near her tail and white underfur, and also an area around the tip of her tail.
.:Body:.
Hopes large fluffy paws are about one size to big for her, and she often stumbles over them. Kitten bulk still makes her seem chubby and rolly polly like, but when she grows up she will be very lithe. She is a bit small for her age, about the height of a three moon old kit instead of a four moon old one. Her head is slender and her neck a bit high. She has large ears that are considerably funny looking on her small body. She could be called a Dumbo of sorts from her ears. Her nose is a light pink, but is has one speck of black in the middle. She hates that black dot. It just, sticks out to much. Sometimes she will try and wash it off in the stream. according to her kit logic is should work . . .
.:Eyes:.
Hopes eyes a piercing emerald green, and they always seem alert. around the rim of her pupil little rays of yellow beam out like the suns rays and light up the green around it. Yet the sunlight yellow eventually fades into the dark green that is near the edge of her eyes. Around the rim of her right eye their is a bit of a falter. The edge is jagged and messed up. A birth defect of sorts. Even though that eye cant see as well as the other, that isn't saying much. The other eye is extremely well seeing. She boasts it is as well as an eagles eye, and can see just as far too. As it might not see that far, if classified by humans it would be a bit farther than the 20/20 vision.
persona;
.:toward other kits:.
To other kits she looks like the coolest cat around. She always boasts about her sight or looks when she is around others. She puffs up her furry white chest and acts like a goddess. Sometimes , the kits actually treat her like one too. If she knows there is a kit around she will take extra precautions to make sure she looks wonderful so she can wow them with her sight and flare. If they actually follow her. She acts like any other 'superior figure' and she bosses them around. A normal conversation with another kit might look like this. . .
Kit: Hey hope! hey, I bet you cant see what I carved into that tree over their!
Hope: you want a bet? *puffs out chest and stands tall* If I can what will you do for my awesome sight and I?
Kit: well, if you can actually see over their, I will let you share some of my meal later and Ill be your friend.
Hope: Alright! *closes right eye and looks at the tree* it says. . . you cant see me!
Kit: cool! ok ill do it on this tee over here to, lets see if you can see that!
So on and so forth. . .Sadly she doesn't often get to interact with other kits since she is a rouge. But when she does she is ecstatic and will hopefully stay in a great mood for a few days.
.:cats apprentice aged:.
She loves cats older than her by just a few years to death. She will trail behind them, obeying their every word and absolutely basking in their presence. She sole models after them and try to be just as good as them. If one of these cats accepts her she is in a permanently good mood, or at least good until the cat feels that he/she needs their space. A conversation between hope and a cat that is fed up with her looks like this. . .
Cat: Umm, Hope, can you leave me alone fore just a few minutes?
Hope: But, but, *eyes grow big and adorable* cant you stay with me a bit longer?
Cat: Hope, get a friend, or just get a life and LEAVE ME ALONE!
.:Rouge:.
Hope hate rouges even though she technically is one herself. She hates them with the burning intensity of a thousand desert suns. If one come up to her she will become very aggressive and throw a flurry of insults she had heard other rouges say to her before, not knowing what more than half of them mean. The response is generally the same. First astonishment at she small kit, then anger, then hope in pain. A conversation, or just a ton of yelling back and fourths, with a rouge would look a bit like this.
Rouge: *walks in and sees hope* hello?
Hope: *hears and jumps up and immediately hisses*
Rouge: whoa calm down little kit.
Hope: Don't call me little kit you fleabitten,foxdung eating, mousebrain! *doesn't even know what she just said, but it sounded bad*
Rouge:*stares in shock for awhile before growling and throws back a response* What are you saying you little crowfood eating, out of place, weird furrball??
Hope: *nice I got to use that some time. . . .*
.:Warriors:.
to warriors, or almost any clan cat, she is a pain. She always throws back a response and thinks they are dumb unless they 'prove them selfs worthy'. That involves beating her to a dual , which she undoubtedly challenges them to because she thinks that they are weaker than her by a mile. Of course, usually they refuse and she calls them chicken saying they are afraid of her. They might get just plain fed up and leave. Conversations. . .
Warrior: Look, its a kit! what is she doing out here all alone?
Kit: *looks up at the warrior* want to dual me?
Warrior: you got to be joking. You're just a kit!
Kit: yeah, and if your so hesitant, maybe your afraid that I can beat you easily.
past;
Before Birth:: Hopes mother was an auroras faithful cat, and a great one at that. She was a fighter, and when she was in battle, they never lost. She had dreams of leader on her mind, and never wanted to give that up. But she was on patrol alone, well not really on patrol. She felt like something would happen today. Something amazing, and she couldn't stand still in camp. She would walk through the forest that day and lost in her thoughts, she crossed into rainclan territory.
Hopes father was currently a mentor in rainclan. He was positively great at mentoring young cats, and right after one apprentice became a warrior, he would beg the leader for a new one. This was one of the few days he wasn't mentoring. He decided to hunt and feed his clan. He was extremely loyal, he loved his clan. after he caught his next piece of prey he heard a twig snap. He was busy in his thoughts but he still noticed the small sound. Yet he was hunting on auto-pilot, just hunting after sound and not by smell. He crouched and lept toward the sound, and tackled right into the She cat. They were both caught by surprise and tumbled down a hill into a small ditch. The female was the first one to respond. She was up in a flash and yelling at the tom, demanding why he attacked and infiltrated Auroras faithfully territory. He got confused by this and told her that they were actually in rainclan territory and asked why she was their anyways. A long moment of silence followed and they made an agreement never to speak of this moment again.
As the female was walking home she began to think about the tome. Back at auroras faithful she was known as the greatest and least lovable fighter, for no matter how hard a tom might flirt with her, she would not notice. But she had actually noticed this toms looks. He was handsome, with broad shoulders and a small smile that about melted her heart. Sighing she decided that he just thought she was some crazy she cat who stumbled onto the territory.
Little did she know that he was daydreaming of her to. with the two pieces of prey dangling from his mouth she thought of her lithe physique and her sharp tung that dazzled him. Slowly they began to meet more and more. Eventually they became mates and the female became pregnant. Before it could show she told auroras faithful she had to leave for a time to find herself. She was known for her daydreaming now adays so that was accepted. So she went into rouges land and became bigger and bigger until she Finlay gave birth to four kits. One however was stillborn. The next died within a few hours. She was left with two and protected them with all her might. But the other died after four days. She dubbed her last surviving kit hope, praying that hope would live up to her name.
.:The early life:.
Hope lived with her mom in the loners land. Her mother was fiercely protective of her, which she did not entirely get. But she shrugged it off and lived peacefully for awhile. She never knew she had siblings that were still born. She just assumed she was an only kit. But when Hope was weened at 3 moons her mother touched her in an old badger set with at least a three days supply of kill. She was told to stay their until she got back. Hope pouted, but agreed and began to roam around the set, bored out of her mind
.:her family after birth:.
Her mother raced home and told Auroras faithful she was back. They were overjoyed. The next day she went out to the meeting spot were she and her mate would talk. She let out the familiar call. It sounded like a wolfs howl but a bit higher in pitch. It is what she used to tell her mate she was there. He came rushing out of camp and to her. She told him about the kits and he was worried. But in their border spot, some cats had seen them. rouges had seen them, so had a patrol of warriors and fighters. at once the warriors came out of hiding and demanded what was going on. The fighter accused the warriors of trespassing. and while they were in the heat of argument the rouges burst in and attacked. In the chaos hopes mother and father were fig thing back to back. the father was struck down. her mother turned and in the hear of battle, layed down next to him and cried. She to was killed at that moment.
.:Hopes life after mother:.
Hope had run out of food and had gotten hungry. where was mom? She sighed and began to cry. Mom had died, she knew it. She was all alone now. But soon Hopes usual burning spirit burst and she was confident. she roamed around for a few days, eating a few bugs she could catch. But then she found her home. It was a halfway hollow log. It had used to be a termite nest. but for some reason it was abandoned. Soft grass that was easy on her paw surrounded the small clearing. This was a weird type of place for the loners land, but it was better not to question it. Smiling, she began to look for moss, ready to start her new life.
relationships;
Mother: Celestial (yes I will use that name later. . . MINE xD)
Father: Soulflight
sisters: Still ; Ray
Brother: Flight
codewords; ....
other i think this is officially my longest bio ever
oh and i think my name for auroras faithful are awful XP
((I did this at like 11:30 - 12:30 so sorry if bad grammer and stuff but my brain is tired
))
Hope~
gender;
she-cat
age;
4 moons
clan;
N/A
rank;
N?A
first glance;
A creme and tan colored kitten with green eyes
appearance;
.:Pelt:.
Hopes is very fluffy. her fur is medium, but at the moment it is geared toward winter weather so is is supposed to be that fluffy. When she gets older and when summer hits it should flatten out a bit and become a lovely silky smooth texture. The color of her base pelt is white. But this only lasts on her underbelly and muzzle. You add the next layer. This one is a bit longer in length than the short, soft white that covers the underbelly and muzzle. Instead it is long and cream. This part of her pelt looks like the whitish creme twolegs pour in their coffee sometimes. Complex patterns of lighter and darker splashes of cream ripple her pelt. The last layer is a soft tan. It is not harsh looking like sand, or rough like sunbaked dirt. No, it is soft, like a comfy blanket that wraps around and warms you at night. This layer is the same length of the cream. The tan spots splash over her body at random intervals. the top of her head is smothered with the tan and so is most of her back. the left side fas another splotch near her tail and white underfur, and also an area around the tip of her tail.
.:Body:.
Hopes large fluffy paws are about one size to big for her, and she often stumbles over them. Kitten bulk still makes her seem chubby and rolly polly like, but when she grows up she will be very lithe. She is a bit small for her age, about the height of a three moon old kit instead of a four moon old one. Her head is slender and her neck a bit high. She has large ears that are considerably funny looking on her small body. She could be called a Dumbo of sorts from her ears. Her nose is a light pink, but is has one speck of black in the middle. She hates that black dot. It just, sticks out to much. Sometimes she will try and wash it off in the stream. according to her kit logic is should work . . .
.:Eyes:.
Hopes eyes a piercing emerald green, and they always seem alert. around the rim of her pupil little rays of yellow beam out like the suns rays and light up the green around it. Yet the sunlight yellow eventually fades into the dark green that is near the edge of her eyes. Around the rim of her right eye their is a bit of a falter. The edge is jagged and messed up. A birth defect of sorts. Even though that eye cant see as well as the other, that isn't saying much. The other eye is extremely well seeing. She boasts it is as well as an eagles eye, and can see just as far too. As it might not see that far, if classified by humans it would be a bit farther than the 20/20 vision.
persona;
.:toward other kits:.
To other kits she looks like the coolest cat around. She always boasts about her sight or looks when she is around others. She puffs up her furry white chest and acts like a goddess. Sometimes , the kits actually treat her like one too. If she knows there is a kit around she will take extra precautions to make sure she looks wonderful so she can wow them with her sight and flare. If they actually follow her. She acts like any other 'superior figure' and she bosses them around. A normal conversation with another kit might look like this. . .
Kit: Hey hope! hey, I bet you cant see what I carved into that tree over their!
Hope: you want a bet? *puffs out chest and stands tall* If I can what will you do for my awesome sight and I?
Kit: well, if you can actually see over their, I will let you share some of my meal later and Ill be your friend.
Hope: Alright! *closes right eye and looks at the tree* it says. . . you cant see me!
Kit: cool! ok ill do it on this tee over here to, lets see if you can see that!
So on and so forth. . .Sadly she doesn't often get to interact with other kits since she is a rouge. But when she does she is ecstatic and will hopefully stay in a great mood for a few days.
.:cats apprentice aged:.
She loves cats older than her by just a few years to death. She will trail behind them, obeying their every word and absolutely basking in their presence. She sole models after them and try to be just as good as them. If one of these cats accepts her she is in a permanently good mood, or at least good until the cat feels that he/she needs their space. A conversation between hope and a cat that is fed up with her looks like this. . .
Cat: Umm, Hope, can you leave me alone fore just a few minutes?
Hope: But, but, *eyes grow big and adorable* cant you stay with me a bit longer?
Cat: Hope, get a friend, or just get a life and LEAVE ME ALONE!
.:Rouge:.
Hope hate rouges even though she technically is one herself. She hates them with the burning intensity of a thousand desert suns. If one come up to her she will become very aggressive and throw a flurry of insults she had heard other rouges say to her before, not knowing what more than half of them mean. The response is generally the same. First astonishment at she small kit, then anger, then hope in pain. A conversation, or just a ton of yelling back and fourths, with a rouge would look a bit like this.
Rouge: *walks in and sees hope* hello?
Hope: *hears and jumps up and immediately hisses*
Rouge: whoa calm down little kit.
Hope: Don't call me little kit you fleabitten,foxdung eating, mousebrain! *doesn't even know what she just said, but it sounded bad*
Rouge:*stares in shock for awhile before growling and throws back a response* What are you saying you little crowfood eating, out of place, weird furrball??
Hope: *nice I got to use that some time. . . .*
.:Warriors:.
to warriors, or almost any clan cat, she is a pain. She always throws back a response and thinks they are dumb unless they 'prove them selfs worthy'. That involves beating her to a dual , which she undoubtedly challenges them to because she thinks that they are weaker than her by a mile. Of course, usually they refuse and she calls them chicken saying they are afraid of her. They might get just plain fed up and leave. Conversations. . .
Warrior: Look, its a kit! what is she doing out here all alone?
Kit: *looks up at the warrior* want to dual me?
Warrior: you got to be joking. You're just a kit!
Kit: yeah, and if your so hesitant, maybe your afraid that I can beat you easily.
past;
Before Birth:: Hopes mother was an auroras faithful cat, and a great one at that. She was a fighter, and when she was in battle, they never lost. She had dreams of leader on her mind, and never wanted to give that up. But she was on patrol alone, well not really on patrol. She felt like something would happen today. Something amazing, and she couldn't stand still in camp. She would walk through the forest that day and lost in her thoughts, she crossed into rainclan territory.
Hopes father was currently a mentor in rainclan. He was positively great at mentoring young cats, and right after one apprentice became a warrior, he would beg the leader for a new one. This was one of the few days he wasn't mentoring. He decided to hunt and feed his clan. He was extremely loyal, he loved his clan. after he caught his next piece of prey he heard a twig snap. He was busy in his thoughts but he still noticed the small sound. Yet he was hunting on auto-pilot, just hunting after sound and not by smell. He crouched and lept toward the sound, and tackled right into the She cat. They were both caught by surprise and tumbled down a hill into a small ditch. The female was the first one to respond. She was up in a flash and yelling at the tom, demanding why he attacked and infiltrated Auroras faithfully territory. He got confused by this and told her that they were actually in rainclan territory and asked why she was their anyways. A long moment of silence followed and they made an agreement never to speak of this moment again.
As the female was walking home she began to think about the tome. Back at auroras faithful she was known as the greatest and least lovable fighter, for no matter how hard a tom might flirt with her, she would not notice. But she had actually noticed this toms looks. He was handsome, with broad shoulders and a small smile that about melted her heart. Sighing she decided that he just thought she was some crazy she cat who stumbled onto the territory.
Little did she know that he was daydreaming of her to. with the two pieces of prey dangling from his mouth she thought of her lithe physique and her sharp tung that dazzled him. Slowly they began to meet more and more. Eventually they became mates and the female became pregnant. Before it could show she told auroras faithful she had to leave for a time to find herself. She was known for her daydreaming now adays so that was accepted. So she went into rouges land and became bigger and bigger until she Finlay gave birth to four kits. One however was stillborn. The next died within a few hours. She was left with two and protected them with all her might. But the other died after four days. She dubbed her last surviving kit hope, praying that hope would live up to her name.
.:The early life:.
Hope lived with her mom in the loners land. Her mother was fiercely protective of her, which she did not entirely get. But she shrugged it off and lived peacefully for awhile. She never knew she had siblings that were still born. She just assumed she was an only kit. But when Hope was weened at 3 moons her mother touched her in an old badger set with at least a three days supply of kill. She was told to stay their until she got back. Hope pouted, but agreed and began to roam around the set, bored out of her mind
.:her family after birth:.
Her mother raced home and told Auroras faithful she was back. They were overjoyed. The next day she went out to the meeting spot were she and her mate would talk. She let out the familiar call. It sounded like a wolfs howl but a bit higher in pitch. It is what she used to tell her mate she was there. He came rushing out of camp and to her. She told him about the kits and he was worried. But in their border spot, some cats had seen them. rouges had seen them, so had a patrol of warriors and fighters. at once the warriors came out of hiding and demanded what was going on. The fighter accused the warriors of trespassing. and while they were in the heat of argument the rouges burst in and attacked. In the chaos hopes mother and father were fig thing back to back. the father was struck down. her mother turned and in the hear of battle, layed down next to him and cried. She to was killed at that moment.
.:Hopes life after mother:.
Hope had run out of food and had gotten hungry. where was mom? She sighed and began to cry. Mom had died, she knew it. She was all alone now. But soon Hopes usual burning spirit burst and she was confident. she roamed around for a few days, eating a few bugs she could catch. But then she found her home. It was a halfway hollow log. It had used to be a termite nest. but for some reason it was abandoned. Soft grass that was easy on her paw surrounded the small clearing. This was a weird type of place for the loners land, but it was better not to question it. Smiling, she began to look for moss, ready to start her new life.
relationships;
Mother: Celestial (yes I will use that name later. . . MINE xD)
Father: Soulflight
sisters: Still ; Ray
Brother: Flight
codewords; ....
other i think this is officially my longest bio ever
oh and i think my name for auroras faithful are awful XP
((I did this at like 11:30 - 12:30 so sorry if bad grammer and stuff but my brain is tired
))