Post by {Aurora} on Nov 29, 2007 16:56:54 GMT -5
xx given Dahliaflight
xx born Female
xx been 40 moons
xx belonging HiddenClan
xx owned Warrior
xx thoughts
A very kind and talkative she-cat, she tends to have the latest gossip around the market, both cats, and other topics--like wolf packs, weather, or fresh-kill. She is open-minded and hospitable, like an innkeeper, and has no problem sheltering any cat who needs it. She does not discriminate on anything, willing to believe that most cats deserve a second chance. She tends to ignore barbs and cat-calls from the enemy. She is trustworthy and perceptive of many things.
An honorable and unique individual, Dahliaflight will do what she thinks is right for her group, whether or not others like it. She seems to know what cats are planning and her plans seem to fall accordingly to others. She is guarding and loving, caring and stern, faithful and sturdy.
However, when it comes to fighting, she seems to change abruptly. Her eyes become darker and more narrow, and her fur bristles. Dahliaflight almost becomes wraith-like, a monster from oblivion who seeks to avenge a wrongdoing until said thing is thrust down onto the rocks. She must be held back or she will break any oath upon her when she feels the need to kill. She will even sacrifice her place in the group to avenge a wrong. Not doing this will eat away at her conscience. She is very obsessive-compulsive.
xx glances
She has curious poise dedicated to white tawny-spotted paws. Dahliaflight's legs are sturdy but not muscular. She is a small she-cat with a very distinctive battle-cry, developed long ago. Trained to slip though narrow areas, her body is flexible, a myriad of grays, tawnies, and whites characteristic of her tabby origins. Her tail is banded--black and brown with flecks of gray--and ends in a blotch of tawny.
Her pentagon-shaped face has the focal point of a pink button-nose surrounded by a teardrop of white that spreads its color down her neck and belly. Above her nose, cocoa eyes--wide and slitted--peer down generously. Further up is the tabby marking in black, and you finish her face by dividing and becoming her tufted ears that swivel constantly.
Her body is mostly dark-gray with her hind-legs being even darker--almost black! The pads that crunched along leaves and grass for the past forty moons are a lovely shade of pink, like her nose. Her fur is soft, like bird down, and her long tail is very expressive, usually indicating Dahlia's flights feelings more so than her face.
xx long ago
Dahliakit came to be known as a playful one who always stopped the bullying bigger kits, ignoring the black eyes and the bitten ears for the sake of her friends. Because of this, she was exalted as their leader, happily paraded about. When apprenticeship came around, Dahliapaw was anxious to get going to prove herself. She was a careful apprentice, but she liked a good play-fight and dip in the water. She was very thoughtful and intelligent, but she was not the fastest or strongest or best hunter out there. She enjoyed cleaning her pelt as she carefully listened to juicy tidbits warriors gossiped about. She was very friendly and outgoing.
When Dahliapaw was assessed by her mentor, Glasswhisper, a rogue by the name of Vortex visited her on her vigil, declaring his love for her and that he would have her as the queen of the rogues. He tried--unsuccessfully--to steal her away, but Dahliaflight and a few other new warriors fought him off. As her warrior-ship drove her onward, the she-cat fought and lived through countless battles against weather and mutiny
Her first apprentice was Sixthpaw, a rather obnoxious tom who turned out to be a fast sprinter. Her second apprentice was Bringingpaw, a shy she-cat who thought everything happened to her for the worse. Thanks to Dahliaflight, Bringingstreak considers the she-cat who mentored her to be the one who saved her life. Her third apprentice was another she-cat, Patchpaw, but the headstrong female was slain in a snowstorm.
xx them None of importance
xx others None
xx born Female
xx been 40 moons
xx belonging HiddenClan
xx owned Warrior
xx thoughts
A very kind and talkative she-cat, she tends to have the latest gossip around the market, both cats, and other topics--like wolf packs, weather, or fresh-kill. She is open-minded and hospitable, like an innkeeper, and has no problem sheltering any cat who needs it. She does not discriminate on anything, willing to believe that most cats deserve a second chance. She tends to ignore barbs and cat-calls from the enemy. She is trustworthy and perceptive of many things.
An honorable and unique individual, Dahliaflight will do what she thinks is right for her group, whether or not others like it. She seems to know what cats are planning and her plans seem to fall accordingly to others. She is guarding and loving, caring and stern, faithful and sturdy.
However, when it comes to fighting, she seems to change abruptly. Her eyes become darker and more narrow, and her fur bristles. Dahliaflight almost becomes wraith-like, a monster from oblivion who seeks to avenge a wrongdoing until said thing is thrust down onto the rocks. She must be held back or she will break any oath upon her when she feels the need to kill. She will even sacrifice her place in the group to avenge a wrong. Not doing this will eat away at her conscience. She is very obsessive-compulsive.
xx glances
She has curious poise dedicated to white tawny-spotted paws. Dahliaflight's legs are sturdy but not muscular. She is a small she-cat with a very distinctive battle-cry, developed long ago. Trained to slip though narrow areas, her body is flexible, a myriad of grays, tawnies, and whites characteristic of her tabby origins. Her tail is banded--black and brown with flecks of gray--and ends in a blotch of tawny.
Her pentagon-shaped face has the focal point of a pink button-nose surrounded by a teardrop of white that spreads its color down her neck and belly. Above her nose, cocoa eyes--wide and slitted--peer down generously. Further up is the tabby marking in black, and you finish her face by dividing and becoming her tufted ears that swivel constantly.
Her body is mostly dark-gray with her hind-legs being even darker--almost black! The pads that crunched along leaves and grass for the past forty moons are a lovely shade of pink, like her nose. Her fur is soft, like bird down, and her long tail is very expressive, usually indicating Dahlia's flights feelings more so than her face.
xx long ago
Dahliakit came to be known as a playful one who always stopped the bullying bigger kits, ignoring the black eyes and the bitten ears for the sake of her friends. Because of this, she was exalted as their leader, happily paraded about. When apprenticeship came around, Dahliapaw was anxious to get going to prove herself. She was a careful apprentice, but she liked a good play-fight and dip in the water. She was very thoughtful and intelligent, but she was not the fastest or strongest or best hunter out there. She enjoyed cleaning her pelt as she carefully listened to juicy tidbits warriors gossiped about. She was very friendly and outgoing.
When Dahliapaw was assessed by her mentor, Glasswhisper, a rogue by the name of Vortex visited her on her vigil, declaring his love for her and that he would have her as the queen of the rogues. He tried--unsuccessfully--to steal her away, but Dahliaflight and a few other new warriors fought him off. As her warrior-ship drove her onward, the she-cat fought and lived through countless battles against weather and mutiny
Her first apprentice was Sixthpaw, a rather obnoxious tom who turned out to be a fast sprinter. Her second apprentice was Bringingpaw, a shy she-cat who thought everything happened to her for the worse. Thanks to Dahliaflight, Bringingstreak considers the she-cat who mentored her to be the one who saved her life. Her third apprentice was another she-cat, Patchpaw, but the headstrong female was slain in a snowstorm.
xx them None of importance
xx others None