Post by A Forgotten Whisper on Jan 5, 2009 8:11:32 GMT -5
Name: Accenda (For anyone interested =P 'Accendo' means fire, or inflame, in Latin ^^)[/center]
Rank: Leader
Gender: She-cat
Age: 25 moons
Best ability: Speed
Appearance: If you describe a cat as red, it is usually thought to be ginger - but when I describe this cat as red, I mean red. Her nose is pure black. Almost completely the opposite from her nose, her eyes are bright blue, with very thin pupils, like the thinnest claw scratched it in. Her pupils never grow to larger sizes, like most cats - instead, they just stay thin, and more dangerous looking, apart from one occasion. She has many scars over her slender body - there's a particularly noticeable one right across the middle of her back. Of course, she also wears the 'Collar of BloodClan'; which is just a normal collar, made up of cats' and dogs' teeth and claws. As Scourge's neice, she inherited his small, innocent looking height. With her slim body and short height, she looks like an underfed apprentice.
Personality: With Accenda, stereo-typing is perfectly acceptable; she looks scary, she IS scary. Dare you make her lose her temper (sadly, it's an easy mistake to make) you will find yourself, mid-blink, with a large, new, claw-mark over your back. If in the mood, she can be icily 'polite' and 'patient'; do not be fooled, this is just her innocent act - it's her way of playing dead. Her whole aura is just the sense and feeling of authority, which cannot be shattered or cracked. Although, that is only when she knows you're there. There have been many times when she has just been staring into space, unaware of another cat waiting for her to snap out of her trance - this is the only occasion when her pupils are at their largest. But, amazingly, her gentle side is revealed with kits. Should they do something wrong, she will carefully scold them, if they do something good, she will be very nice to them, and give them a lick over their ear. Even more astonishingly, though, her personality helps keep her Clan in good order. Not that Accenda notices - she's too busy staring into space, watching the kits, and demanding respect!
Clan: BloodClan
History: Accenda was born on a cold leaf-bare night, known as 'Hallowe'en' to the two-legs.Kit
Flowerkit. That was her name, the sweet-faced, gentle she-cat. Although, her pelt was an unusual red, the whole of her Clan, WindClan, treated her like any normal kit. Her light blue, piercing, eyes were usually not visible, because either her pupils were large as she purred with delight, or her eyes stayed shut, because she was so happy. She was friendly and helpful to the other kits, and, although her mother was Scourge's, fearsome leader of BloodClan, sister, she was taught a lot about manners by her.
Flowerkit longed to be the bearer of her own kits one day, and raise them just as well as her mother was raising her. She visited the Medicine Cat one day, to give him a bit of company and talk to him. Eventually, she came to the topic of her wanting kits of her own, when she was older. The Medicine Cat's eyes became pained. It was a while before he spoke again, and when he did, he said: "Sometimes, dreams are too much to hope for."Apprentice
As soon as she received her mentor, Flowerpaw insisted on learning about kits, and how they developed their sight and hearing. Memoryfoot, her mentor, seemed very reluctant to tell her, for reasons that remained unknown to Flowerpaw. The two of them had a bit of an argument, but Memoryfoot decided to talk to the WindClan leader, who punished Flowerpaw by delaying her apprenticeship for a week, and her having to stay with the elders for the meantime.
Flowerpaw didn't mind as much as she should have though, she asked the elders her questions instead, and they all happily gave very thorough answers.
Flowerpaw didn't want to start her apprenticeship again - she wished to stay with the elders until she could become a warrior. But this time, she was dragged around the WindClan territory by her scruff, scolded every single time that was possible, and saying how much of an unreliable mother Flowerpaw would make if this attitude continued.
When taken to the apprentice den, at the end of the day, Flowerpaw was mocked by the others for not wanting to become a warrior. So, when she was certain they were all asleep, she sneaked out of the WindClan camp, and ran away - determined to never return.Loner
Flower was more scared than she expected, in the wild. She squeaked whenever she broke a twig beneath her paws, and attempt to catch prey was futile.
It took about a moon of terrible hunger, and she was nearly dead when she was found by a handsome tom, who carefully carried her into an abandoned two-leg nest, and fed her up, until she was able to stand. His name was Dark, he was a loner, too, like her.
He taught her how to hunt, as if he was her mentor, and their feelings for each other grew.
It took a stunningly long for them both to realise Flower was pregnant. Flower, as expected, was over-joyed, but Dark was mortified. His personality flipped over. He refused to lie near her when it was dark, and when the kits kicked her belly, and Flower squeaked with pain, he refused to comfort her.
The only way he possibly interacted with her, was when he fed her, two pieces of fresh-kill a day; not nearly enough.
The morning of the day when Flower would give birth, Dark wasn't there. Flower thought he may be out hunting, but when he didn't return after sunhigh - she turned worried. If she had the energy, or the strength, she would have paced around, but she couldn't.
Flower felt the kits starting to come, a little while before moonhigh.
The least of her personal worries was that there wasn't a Medicine Cat to assist the young she-cat.Still-borns
Flower gave birth to five still-borns. She nudged them all gently, and licked them. She pressed her belly against them, hoping to tempt them to feed, or at least to warm them up - they were all so cold, but not as cold as Flower's heart felt when she realised the bitter truth; and for the first time ever, you could barely see her pupils.
The love of her life had left her, not wanting to be a father, and all of her five kits, the kits she had longed for so long, the kits which had made her mate leave her, were all dead.
Flower burried them soon after, all huddled up in one grave. She walked off, towards the two-leg place, where she had heard BloodClan lived. The rumours she'd heard of them, of how dangerous, and disobeying of the warrior code they were, they were very tempting now.
She entered BloodClan's main camp, and was immediately surrounded by angry kittypet's and rogues.
"What do you think you're doing here, sugar?" One of them sneered, but there were too many of them to tell who said it.
Normally, Flower would nearly have died with fright, but, instead, she stepped forward boldly, and demanded to see Scourge.
The Leader (Roleplay example)
- Scourge hissed in surprise as two of his strongest cats stepped in the cave with a small, red she-cat between them. She was slightly smaller than himself, and he was secretly astounded by the bitter expression she had on her face, which was exactly the same as the one he used to pull.
"Who is this?" He yowled, trying to keep his voice even.
His ears twitched as he was told how she had demanded to see him.
"Leave," Scourge ordered the two large cats. Without checking to see if they obeyed him, he set his eyes on the young she-cat. "Well? What do you want?"
- "To join BloodClan," Flower hissed, watching Scourge with defiance. "If it kills me, so be it. I'm tired of life," she added.
- Scourge, once again, was shocked by how this she-cat reminded him about himself, when he was around her age. At least from this he knew not to underestimate her, as he would have done with any other cat. "You remind me of how I used to be like," he told her, with his squeaky voice. "So I know not to underestimate you. Hopefully, you know not to underestimate me, either - for not believing each other's full extent could be a very dangerous game."
- Flower watched him warily, before nodding. "You are correct. I'm sure I would remind you of yourself, when you are younger, because I am your kin. My mother was your sister - she now lives with WindClan."
- Scourge hissed in wicked amusement. "After my kithood with her, I would think that she would prefer to 'stay away from those dangerous flea bags'," as he said the last seven words, he did a posh, snooty accent. "I would never forgive her, nor my brother, for what they did to me during my childhood." Scourge gazed at Flower again, finally coming up with a decision. "What's your name, new deputy of BloodClan?"
- "Deputy?!" Flower meowed, amazed. She opened her mouth in surprise, and her red pelt bristled slightly. But, then, she managed to flatten her fur, and close her mouth. For a while she thought. She couldn't be called Flower as the Deputy, one day leader, of BloodClan!!
"Scourge," she finally said, "I am Accenda."[/blockquote][/sup]
