Post by vanya on Oct 27, 2011 23:37:43 GMT -5
[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, background-color: dddddd; border: #cccccc solid 8px; width: 420px; padding: 15 5 15 5px;] OWLFLIGHT gender: she-cat age: 18 moons clan: thunderclan rank: warrior [style=text-align:center;font-size:15px;letter-spacing:5]APPEARANCE Owlflight is a white she-cat with fine bone structure and long fur. Her eyes are quite large, one green and one blue, their owlish appearance the cause of her name. Her tail is like a feather, plumed and large, held high. Her claws are long, thin, and curved. Her jaw and neck are greatly ruffed, giving her a regal appearance, her slim figure very elegant and sleek. Her legs are long and slim, her paws small and layered with soft fur between the pawpads. Her whiskers are long, pure white, and curved downwards. Owlflight's ears are erect and triangular, long and thin atop her head. Her appearance can be compared mostly to the kittypet variety of Turkish Angora. PERSONALITY When Owlflight was an apprentice, she was young and sweet and innocent. Everyone loved her, for her kindness was extraordinary and all-encompassing. But now, as a warrior, Owlflight has become, while not rude, more clever and sharp. She manipulates that dripping sweetness she once had in order to convince others to do as she wishes. She is, needless to say, a cold, manipulative sneak of a cat. But at the same time, she is not evil: she loves and respects just like any other cat. It is her downside, however, that is her damning feature. Getting on Owlflight's bad side will sometimes result in a most horrific punishment, one that she uses to teach you to obey her...that is, if you want to keep breathing. Simply put, she is a dangerous, almost psychopathic creature. But she loves, and that love is part of her danger. She will do anything for Seafang, the tom that's stolen her heart. HISTORY Owlflight was born in the time of leaf-bare, in ThunderClan. From her kittenhood, she was a quiet, lonely cat, keeping away from the other kits and rarely associating with even her own mother. This made her quite a peculiar sight amongst the clan. At her apprenticeship she showed no sign of nervousness or fear, taking everything in stride even when she was given the most droll of tasks or when everything went wrong. She didn't make many friendships with other young cats, merely going about her business with clinical detachment. Despite her antisocial demeanor a few cats persisted with their kindness, and she somehow made friends despite her silence. To them, she showed her true inner self: kind and playful. Her mentor, Milkpelt, studiously trained her until she showed decent capabilities as a hunter and a warrior. At her warrior's assessment, she caught a jackrabbit nearly larger than herself despite the obvious disadvantage of her snow-white fur. But everything changed once she became a warrior. Her mother, Birdfeather, died of greencough, and her father Swiftclaw became...strange. He began a form of mentorship with the newly named Owlflight, and over time she became no longer sweet and innocent but cunning and quick. It was as though he was changing her, turning her into a tool of danger and wit. Even when Swiftclaw died soon after in a fight with a fellow ThunderClanner, Owlflight kept the demeanor enforced upon her by her father, and has stayed this way ever since. [/style] |
[note: the image is not accurate in terms of eye colour. i was too lazy to change it. :x]
