Post by shiningheart on Aug 31, 2012 10:46:10 GMT -5
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"Dark gray tabby tom with green eyes"[/center]
Gender:Tom
Age: 35 moons.
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Leader
Physical Description:
Most of Ripplestar's fur is a stale gray. The kind of gray in clouds that lets you know it's going to rain. But stripes of gray so light they look silver line his spine. His eyes are green. But if one looks at them closely, you'll see that they're a bunch of shades of green. Light green, dark green, jungle green, and flecks of hazel. He's got a stocky build, with broad shoulders and well-muscled legs. He can wade into the river and be well away from the bank before he has to start swimming. He has multiple scars criss-crossing his pelt, but the most prominent is one on his shoulder.
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Personality Description:
Ripplestar's best quality is his determination, which some would simply call hard-headedness. Once he has his mind on something, only death can make him give up. Luckily, it hasn't come to that yet. He'll work at something for hours on end if it doesn't cooperate, and he'll sleep where he stands if that's what it takes.
Ripplestar has no problems telling cats how he feels. If he's happy, he'll smile and laugh. If he's euphoric, he will bounce around and sing loudly. If he's angry, he'll yell and bark orders. If he's furious... Yeah, let's just let you use your imagination. He's only flown into a furious rage once, and that was a long time ago. It still was enough for cats to tread carefully around him for a few moons.
Ripplestar often sneaks out at night. Even though she died seasons ago, he still has nightmares about Mistypaw's death. He sleeps away from camp so as to not disturb his Clanmates whenever he tosses and turns and cries out in his dream. He goes back to camp exhausted. When cats ask why he's so tired, he just tells them he didn't sleep well and walks away.
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History:
Snowsong was his mother's name. She was the most beautiful she-cat in the Clan. She was cream-colored, with the same green eyes as Ripplekit and his sister, Mistykit. Their father, Pebblestripe, was an exact copy of his son, right down to the silver tabby stripes. Snowsong loved her kits, but she could only do so in StarClan. She died giving birth to her children, and only lived long enough to name them.
Pebblestripe wasn't effected in the least. He didn't love Snowsong. He only mated with her to give kits to the Clan. He hardly noticed his own children, only visiting when it was a downright order from the entire Clan. "No kit should grow up not knowing their father!" was the common phrase tossed at him. The visits were never fun, for either him or his kits. He never complimented them, only criticizing them and training them far too early.
His training methods were so terrible that they drove Mistypaw completely from becoming a warrior. She begged the leader to let her become the medicine cat apprentice. It wasn't until later that the Clan discovered why she was suddenly desperate to not be a warrior. She learned under Cottontail, the medicine cat at the time. When it came time for Ripplekit to become Ripplepaw, he was alone.
Ripplepaw strived during his apprenticeship to earn his father's pride and approval. He wanted it so much that he disregarded his own mentor, Blackheart, in order to follow Pebblestripe around. Blackheart didn't like it. He was harder and tougher on Ripplepaw than Pebblestripe ever was. The apprentice would get back to camp, crawl into his den, and collapse into his nest without even eating. He would be woken up before dawn for training and not get back until the sun was well beyond the horizon.
His exhaustion made his temper shorter than it was. Only two cats got away from his tantrums unscathed: Mistypaw and another apprentice named Tenderpaw. Tenderpaw was a brown tabby with white paws. She was his best friend, because no matter how bad of a mood he was in, she always made him laugh. They might have been mates when they were older, if it weren't for the incident.
The two were out alone around the borders, playing on their own. Neither realized they were at the ShadowClan border, or they were getting dangerously close to the scent-line. Tenderpaw teased him about something and he lunged at her, causing her to squeal and run right across the scent-line. Before Ripplepaw could even blink, a patrol set on her. He watched, hidden in a bush on his own territory, as they mauled a defenseless apprentice that had crossed the border by accident. They left her barely alive. Ripplepaw tried to bring her back to camp, tried to get help. But it didn't matter; she died before they were even half-way to camp.
He limped back to camp, too numb to cry at the loss of his best friend. When he got there and told everyone, he at least got sympathy from Blackheart. All Pebblestripe did was stare contemptibly at him, "You should have been stronger. She died because of you."
When Ripplepaw woke up from the haze of anger, he was laying in the medicine den. He learned from Mistypaw that he didn't pass out, he went into a rage and flew at Pebblestripe. Apparently, he'd fought their father and won by ripping out his throat. The only reason he wasn't exiled from the Clan is that Mistypaw told everyone what Pebblestripe did to them as kits. She showed them the scars she got from his training.
Tenderpaw's death made Ripplepaw even more unstable. He didn't just ignore cats now, he snapped at every little thing, talked back to everyone, and completely defied all things in the warrior code. One such time nearly cost him his life, and did Mistypaw hers.
He'd gotten into an argument with one of the older warriors and left the camp. Afterwards, a patrol came back reporting a fox on the territory. Mistypaw snuck away to find her brother, and discovered him dangling from a tree with the fox snapping at this tail. Mistypaw died that day, protecting her older brother.
Ripplestream was numb for a few moons. He didn't even feel anything during his warrior ceremony, only a pulsing ache that Tenderpaw should have been with him. He didn't have the same fire he did, and it affected the entire Clan. His fighting and hunting became sloppy. He never talked back to anyone anymore, he always did exactly as he was told, and he never spoke anymore. It was driving everyone insane.
One day, they went into a battle against ThunderClan. He didn't think anything of it when he nearly killed a tiny apprentice. What did he care that he nearly ended the life of another cat? He wouldn't have, if another ThunderClan cat hadn't gone crazy and nearly killed him in return. He realized after that battle just how horrible he'd become. The loss of Tenderpaw and Mistypaw had caused him to lose his value of life. Now that he nearly died, he realized just how precious life is. He felt regret on nearly killing that apprentice.
Since then, he's gone back to the argumentive, ill-tempered tom cats know and only a few love. He worked hard to prove himself different from the uncaring idiot he used to be, and was given an apprentice a moon later. Shellpaw was an awkward tom who was prone to random bouts of hysteria. Ripplestream worked with him as well as he could, but to no avail. Shellpaw ended up drowning when one of his hysteric moments swimming.
He apparently did a well enough job to warrant a surprise. When the previous deputy retired to the elders den, he was chosen as a replacement. Ripplestream was happy and shocked at the same time, though that didn't stop him from accepting the position.
It took a while to get used to it. The senior warriors who'd watched him grow up had reservations about taking orders from him, but their loyalty to the warrior code stopped them from speaking out. He learned in time though, and earned respect for both himself and his position. He kept the apprentices well-trained and the fresh-kill pile well-stocked. No cat could say he didn't deserve to be deputy anymore.
Then came a horrible shock. The leader was old. He'd been leader since before Ripplestream's mother had been kitted. A lot of the daily running of the camp was left to Ripplestream because the leader ached too much to leave his nest. When Ripplestream went to give him a report at sunset, as well as bring him a piece of fresh-kill, he found his leader curled up and deathly cold in his nest. The noble old cat had died in his sleep.
The trip to the Moonpool wreaked havoc on his nerves, but Ripplestream knew his Clan needed a new leader. He lapped at the water and curled up to sleep. When he woke, the ranks of StarClan were already surrounding him. He saw cats he hadn't seen in forever, and cats he hadn't met before. StarClan asked, in the voices of everyone he'd ever known, if he was ready to receive his nine lives.
He stated he was ready, and the first cat to step forward was his mother. Snowsong had tears in her eyes, of pride and sadness. She was proud of how her kit had grown into such a brave warrior, and sad that she'd missed out on it. Her life was the protection a mother felt for her kits. He hadn't been expecting the boiling anger, and he almost bit his tongue off to keep from yowling.
The second cat to appear was Shellpaw. Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. The expression on Shellpaw's face said everything that needed to be said, and Ripplestream felt that he'd gotten over his death and was at peace. Shellpaw's life was for justice, and the feeling of a thousand wrongs burned into his pelt.
Third to appear was a white old she-cat with a fluffy tail. She was Cloudwhisp, the medicine cat that had been Mistypaw's teacher. Ripplestream was surprised to see her there. They'd never been close, except that he was related to her apprentice. She gave him a life for forgiveness, and the pain from Shellpaw's life faded into a warm glow that made Ripplestream purr.
Fourth was a cat that Ripplestream glared at. Blackheart had died in battle with ThunderClan, and Ripplestream couldn't exactly say he missed the foul-tempered warrior. Blackheart's life was mentoring, and Ripplestream was surprised by the streak of protectiveness that rushed through him. Was that what a mentor felt for their apprentice? Blackheart watched Ripplestream after the life faded, and Ripplestream gave him a slow, grateful nod.
Fifth was even more of a shock, and Ripplestream couldn't stop a snarl from ripping through his throat. Pebblestripe approached his son with the same stony expression Ripplestream remembered through his kithood. Pebblestripe's life was for honor, and Ripplestream actually checked to make sure his pelt wasn't on fire. Unlike his other life-givers, Pebblestripe didn't stick around after.
Sixth was Hawkstar, the leader that had died in his sleep. Here, in StarClan, he was restored to his prime. Ripplestream had never seen his eyes so bright or his pelt so sleek. His life was for tireless energy, and the feeling of running forever overtook him.
His heart stopped pounding only to start again when he looked up. Tenderpaw looked just as beautiful as he remembered, with dainty white paws and shiny brown tabby fur. Stars glittered where she set her paws. The brightness of her eyes had nothing to do with StarClan. Her life was for love. There was no burning or anger or pain in this life. It held the warmth of a green-leaf day, and Ripplestream almost called Tenderpaw back to him when she left.
Seventh was a queen named Spottedfern. She'd been the foster mother of him and Mistypaw, but she died soon after he became a warrior. She gave him a life for compassion. This time, Ripplestream braced himself for the pain. It wasn't as bad this time.
Two more lives to go. He looked around for the next one, and spotted an elder named Nightflower. She'd been Hawkstar's littermate, and had gone the same way he had. She gave him a life for courage, and the fierceness of battle rushed through him. A growl sounded, and he realized that it came from him. The life had been so vivid that he'd been momentarily caught up in it.
He knew who'd give him his last life. Mistypaw had sat at the front of the crowd this entire time, silently watching her brother. When they faced each other, Ripplestream readied himself for her to be angry with him. It had been his fault she died. Instead of anger, she saw forgiveness and love in her eyes. "With this life, I give you certainty and faith. StarClan has a plan for every cat. It is just up to them to find it."
In her own way, she was telling him that it had been her time to die. Even through the buzzing feeling of this new life, Ripplestream felt the grief and guilt he'd been carrying around all this time loosen and dissolve. It would be a while yet until he could completely get over it, but this was a start.
He returned to the Clan as Ripplestar. He hasn't been leader long, but he's learning.
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RP Sample
Name: Shiny
Age: 20 years old
Current Characters: He's my first on here, but he was one of my first characters ever.
Email:firewolfkatie@yahoo.com
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"Dark gray tabby tom with green eyes"[/center]
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Gender:Tom
Age: 35 moons.
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Leader
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Physical Description:
Most of Ripplestar's fur is a stale gray. The kind of gray in clouds that lets you know it's going to rain. But stripes of gray so light they look silver line his spine. His eyes are green. But if one looks at them closely, you'll see that they're a bunch of shades of green. Light green, dark green, jungle green, and flecks of hazel. He's got a stocky build, with broad shoulders and well-muscled legs. He can wade into the river and be well away from the bank before he has to start swimming. He has multiple scars criss-crossing his pelt, but the most prominent is one on his shoulder.
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Personality Description:
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Ripplestar's best quality is his determination, which some would simply call hard-headedness. Once he has his mind on something, only death can make him give up. Luckily, it hasn't come to that yet. He'll work at something for hours on end if it doesn't cooperate, and he'll sleep where he stands if that's what it takes.
Ripplestar has no problems telling cats how he feels. If he's happy, he'll smile and laugh. If he's euphoric, he will bounce around and sing loudly. If he's angry, he'll yell and bark orders. If he's furious... Yeah, let's just let you use your imagination. He's only flown into a furious rage once, and that was a long time ago. It still was enough for cats to tread carefully around him for a few moons.
Ripplestar often sneaks out at night. Even though she died seasons ago, he still has nightmares about Mistypaw's death. He sleeps away from camp so as to not disturb his Clanmates whenever he tosses and turns and cries out in his dream. He goes back to camp exhausted. When cats ask why he's so tired, he just tells them he didn't sleep well and walks away.
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History:
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Snowsong was his mother's name. She was the most beautiful she-cat in the Clan. She was cream-colored, with the same green eyes as Ripplekit and his sister, Mistykit. Their father, Pebblestripe, was an exact copy of his son, right down to the silver tabby stripes. Snowsong loved her kits, but she could only do so in StarClan. She died giving birth to her children, and only lived long enough to name them.
Pebblestripe wasn't effected in the least. He didn't love Snowsong. He only mated with her to give kits to the Clan. He hardly noticed his own children, only visiting when it was a downright order from the entire Clan. "No kit should grow up not knowing their father!" was the common phrase tossed at him. The visits were never fun, for either him or his kits. He never complimented them, only criticizing them and training them far too early.
His training methods were so terrible that they drove Mistypaw completely from becoming a warrior. She begged the leader to let her become the medicine cat apprentice. It wasn't until later that the Clan discovered why she was suddenly desperate to not be a warrior. She learned under Cottontail, the medicine cat at the time. When it came time for Ripplekit to become Ripplepaw, he was alone.
Apprentice
Ripplepaw strived during his apprenticeship to earn his father's pride and approval. He wanted it so much that he disregarded his own mentor, Blackheart, in order to follow Pebblestripe around. Blackheart didn't like it. He was harder and tougher on Ripplepaw than Pebblestripe ever was. The apprentice would get back to camp, crawl into his den, and collapse into his nest without even eating. He would be woken up before dawn for training and not get back until the sun was well beyond the horizon.
His exhaustion made his temper shorter than it was. Only two cats got away from his tantrums unscathed: Mistypaw and another apprentice named Tenderpaw. Tenderpaw was a brown tabby with white paws. She was his best friend, because no matter how bad of a mood he was in, she always made him laugh. They might have been mates when they were older, if it weren't for the incident.
The two were out alone around the borders, playing on their own. Neither realized they were at the ShadowClan border, or they were getting dangerously close to the scent-line. Tenderpaw teased him about something and he lunged at her, causing her to squeal and run right across the scent-line. Before Ripplepaw could even blink, a patrol set on her. He watched, hidden in a bush on his own territory, as they mauled a defenseless apprentice that had crossed the border by accident. They left her barely alive. Ripplepaw tried to bring her back to camp, tried to get help. But it didn't matter; she died before they were even half-way to camp.
He limped back to camp, too numb to cry at the loss of his best friend. When he got there and told everyone, he at least got sympathy from Blackheart. All Pebblestripe did was stare contemptibly at him, "You should have been stronger. She died because of you."
When Ripplepaw woke up from the haze of anger, he was laying in the medicine den. He learned from Mistypaw that he didn't pass out, he went into a rage and flew at Pebblestripe. Apparently, he'd fought their father and won by ripping out his throat. The only reason he wasn't exiled from the Clan is that Mistypaw told everyone what Pebblestripe did to them as kits. She showed them the scars she got from his training.
Tenderpaw's death made Ripplepaw even more unstable. He didn't just ignore cats now, he snapped at every little thing, talked back to everyone, and completely defied all things in the warrior code. One such time nearly cost him his life, and did Mistypaw hers.
He'd gotten into an argument with one of the older warriors and left the camp. Afterwards, a patrol came back reporting a fox on the territory. Mistypaw snuck away to find her brother, and discovered him dangling from a tree with the fox snapping at this tail. Mistypaw died that day, protecting her older brother.
Warrior/Deputy
Ripplestream was numb for a few moons. He didn't even feel anything during his warrior ceremony, only a pulsing ache that Tenderpaw should have been with him. He didn't have the same fire he did, and it affected the entire Clan. His fighting and hunting became sloppy. He never talked back to anyone anymore, he always did exactly as he was told, and he never spoke anymore. It was driving everyone insane.
One day, they went into a battle against ThunderClan. He didn't think anything of it when he nearly killed a tiny apprentice. What did he care that he nearly ended the life of another cat? He wouldn't have, if another ThunderClan cat hadn't gone crazy and nearly killed him in return. He realized after that battle just how horrible he'd become. The loss of Tenderpaw and Mistypaw had caused him to lose his value of life. Now that he nearly died, he realized just how precious life is. He felt regret on nearly killing that apprentice.
Since then, he's gone back to the argumentive, ill-tempered tom cats know and only a few love. He worked hard to prove himself different from the uncaring idiot he used to be, and was given an apprentice a moon later. Shellpaw was an awkward tom who was prone to random bouts of hysteria. Ripplestream worked with him as well as he could, but to no avail. Shellpaw ended up drowning when one of his hysteric moments swimming.
He apparently did a well enough job to warrant a surprise. When the previous deputy retired to the elders den, he was chosen as a replacement. Ripplestream was happy and shocked at the same time, though that didn't stop him from accepting the position.
It took a while to get used to it. The senior warriors who'd watched him grow up had reservations about taking orders from him, but their loyalty to the warrior code stopped them from speaking out. He learned in time though, and earned respect for both himself and his position. He kept the apprentices well-trained and the fresh-kill pile well-stocked. No cat could say he didn't deserve to be deputy anymore.
Then came a horrible shock. The leader was old. He'd been leader since before Ripplestream's mother had been kitted. A lot of the daily running of the camp was left to Ripplestream because the leader ached too much to leave his nest. When Ripplestream went to give him a report at sunset, as well as bring him a piece of fresh-kill, he found his leader curled up and deathly cold in his nest. The noble old cat had died in his sleep.
Leader
The trip to the Moonpool wreaked havoc on his nerves, but Ripplestream knew his Clan needed a new leader. He lapped at the water and curled up to sleep. When he woke, the ranks of StarClan were already surrounding him. He saw cats he hadn't seen in forever, and cats he hadn't met before. StarClan asked, in the voices of everyone he'd ever known, if he was ready to receive his nine lives.
He stated he was ready, and the first cat to step forward was his mother. Snowsong had tears in her eyes, of pride and sadness. She was proud of how her kit had grown into such a brave warrior, and sad that she'd missed out on it. Her life was the protection a mother felt for her kits. He hadn't been expecting the boiling anger, and he almost bit his tongue off to keep from yowling.
The second cat to appear was Shellpaw. Neither of them spoke, but they didn't need to. The expression on Shellpaw's face said everything that needed to be said, and Ripplestream felt that he'd gotten over his death and was at peace. Shellpaw's life was for justice, and the feeling of a thousand wrongs burned into his pelt.
Third to appear was a white old she-cat with a fluffy tail. She was Cloudwhisp, the medicine cat that had been Mistypaw's teacher. Ripplestream was surprised to see her there. They'd never been close, except that he was related to her apprentice. She gave him a life for forgiveness, and the pain from Shellpaw's life faded into a warm glow that made Ripplestream purr.
Fourth was a cat that Ripplestream glared at. Blackheart had died in battle with ThunderClan, and Ripplestream couldn't exactly say he missed the foul-tempered warrior. Blackheart's life was mentoring, and Ripplestream was surprised by the streak of protectiveness that rushed through him. Was that what a mentor felt for their apprentice? Blackheart watched Ripplestream after the life faded, and Ripplestream gave him a slow, grateful nod.
Fifth was even more of a shock, and Ripplestream couldn't stop a snarl from ripping through his throat. Pebblestripe approached his son with the same stony expression Ripplestream remembered through his kithood. Pebblestripe's life was for honor, and Ripplestream actually checked to make sure his pelt wasn't on fire. Unlike his other life-givers, Pebblestripe didn't stick around after.
Sixth was Hawkstar, the leader that had died in his sleep. Here, in StarClan, he was restored to his prime. Ripplestream had never seen his eyes so bright or his pelt so sleek. His life was for tireless energy, and the feeling of running forever overtook him.
His heart stopped pounding only to start again when he looked up. Tenderpaw looked just as beautiful as he remembered, with dainty white paws and shiny brown tabby fur. Stars glittered where she set her paws. The brightness of her eyes had nothing to do with StarClan. Her life was for love. There was no burning or anger or pain in this life. It held the warmth of a green-leaf day, and Ripplestream almost called Tenderpaw back to him when she left.
Seventh was a queen named Spottedfern. She'd been the foster mother of him and Mistypaw, but she died soon after he became a warrior. She gave him a life for compassion. This time, Ripplestream braced himself for the pain. It wasn't as bad this time.
Two more lives to go. He looked around for the next one, and spotted an elder named Nightflower. She'd been Hawkstar's littermate, and had gone the same way he had. She gave him a life for courage, and the fierceness of battle rushed through him. A growl sounded, and he realized that it came from him. The life had been so vivid that he'd been momentarily caught up in it.
He knew who'd give him his last life. Mistypaw had sat at the front of the crowd this entire time, silently watching her brother. When they faced each other, Ripplestream readied himself for her to be angry with him. It had been his fault she died. Instead of anger, she saw forgiveness and love in her eyes. "With this life, I give you certainty and faith. StarClan has a plan for every cat. It is just up to them to find it."
In her own way, she was telling him that it had been her time to die. Even through the buzzing feeling of this new life, Ripplestream felt the grief and guilt he'd been carrying around all this time loosen and dissolve. It would be a while yet until he could completely get over it, but this was a start.
He returned to the Clan as Ripplestar. He hasn't been leader long, but he's learning.
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RP Sample
Ripplestream was also nearby. He wasn't really contributing anything useful, though. He dug up the roots the medicine cat needed without complaint, and rolled his eyes when he saw that Spottedpaw was staring at the herb like it was the weirdest thing she'd even seen. He pricked his ears, though, when the two cats he was with began talking.
His paws worked by themselves when his mind wandered away from their task. He used to help Mistypaw gather herbs when she was alive, and it seemed like his body still remembered what they were supposed to do. Deciding to finally speak up, he meowed, "It's not that medicine cats aren't supposed to fight. It's that they usually prefer not to. Medicine cats are meant to help and heal, not cause pain."
Ripplestream turned back to the burdock plant he'd just dug up and took it gently in his jaws to shake the dust and earth off of the roots. When there were still stubborn clumps attached, he used his claws to scrape them off. Gently, of course. Skinning the roots wouldn't give them any more use.
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Name: Shiny
Age: 20 years old
Current Characters: He's my first on here, but he was one of my first characters ever.
Email:firewolfkatie@yahoo.com
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