Post by siren on Aug 14, 2012 13:37:44 GMT -5
hiddenlight
she-cat, 34 moons, warrior, heatherclan
she-cat, 34 moons, warrior, heatherclan
appearance
Hiddenlight is like a cat partly in shadows, with cream colored areas and many dark brown sections, including a stripe right down the center of her face, with creamy rings around her ice blue eyes, which makes it look like a mask.
personality
At a first encounter, one might think Hiddenlight to be blind or deaf, or have something mentally wrong with her, for she keeps to herself for the most part, and though she is perfectly normal, some cats believed her mysterious 'mask' was a curse of evil from the Dark Forest, and that she couldn't be trusted. This has made Hiddenlight extremely self-conscious, even though she knows there are just some superstitious cats that don't realize she really has nothing different from them. In the hard-to-find times when she speaks, her voice is gentle and pretty, and the more you hear it, the more you want to hear. When it comes to apprentices, she's open for the idea of mentoring one, and while some cats think she should mentor a more calm apprentice, she hopes the leader sees that she would love a bold apprentice, someone she could have fun with, but still be stern and have discipline with. When it comes to high positions, she has the utmost respect for them, often smiling and giving the dips of the head, and as much as she wishes to praise them or say even 'good morning' she chickens out every time.
She is overall a cat with a lovely personality, and many wish to be her friend, even though it is hard to do so because of her shy nature.
history
As a kit, Hiddenlight was abandoned by irresponsible parents that weren’t ready for the kits. She was found freezing on a leaf-fall’s night, her three other siblings already dead from the cold. Growing up with not-exactly-loving foster parents in HeatherClan, they only really had time for their own kits, and then fled the face of the Earth one day, refusing to take Clan life any longer, taking their kits with them, but they, including Hiddenlight, were apprentice-aged now and didn’t need a constant mother by their sides. Hiddenlight didn’t really mind that her parents and foster parents were gone, for she wanted to leave the past behind and look simply for a good future as an honored warrior in her beloved Clan, hoping to somehow make up for the fact that she was born a loner. She was good, loyal and obedient apprentice, training with all her strength, and definitely proved herself worthy of being considered yet another loyal member of Heather Clan. The day Hiddenlight became a warrior was her happiest day, for it meant that even with a shady past, she could still fit in with her new Clan.
sample
This is from a dog website, but still a post, eh?
The male shifted rather awkwardly on his paws, biting his lip and the little jowls he had slipped in and out of his mouth with an obnoxious sound in the silent, echoing room. Flick shifted once again on his paws, causing a few pieces of gravel to skid across the floor, and some ashes to fly up in a cloud of smoke. Flick coughed, shaking his head and thumping his tail against his rump, and as it cleared he stared once again at the female - she was small and cute, and part of his playing little act was to not viciously chase them out the moment he laid eyes on them, like he knew how very well some dogs did.
"Well uh, glad to know you're alright there," Flick offered warmly, the hint of Russian-sounding Turkish accent creeping its way into his smooth voice. He leaned forward to get a closer look, and saw some dust on her favored paw, and a tiny patch of dried blood. He figured it was from a pebble, so, in his fail at trying to make humor, he said, "Those damn pebbles...am I right?" Then, lamely, he chuckled at his own awful joke, if it was even really a joke, sighing.
Flick was a bit zoned out, mesmerized by the crumbling remains of the fireplace, knowing slightly what it was from stories and newspapers floating around this abandoned place the humans used to love and care for...Earth, it sounded so appealing, but the damn humans had to leave the much more responsible animals behind to restore its former beauty? Was that it? What a lame excuse, in Flick's eyes. When her question drifted to his ears, he shook his head clear of all depressing thoughts, and his tongue lolled stupidly out of his mouth as he replied, "Flick! It's Flick." Flick dipped his head, his tail a blur of wagging.
other
Nah, that's all.