Post by arcanine on Mar 30, 2007 9:00:50 GMT -5
Name: Arcaneflame
Age: 50
Clan: FrostClan
Position: Deputy, but warrior will do
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: She has a medium length light orange base coat which is very soft, with black markings on her fur. Her tail is very pale, a cream-like colour due to some mutation-like happening in her genes. Arcaneflame has emerald green eyes that seem to have golden flecks in them when light is reflected, though this does not happen very often (Her eyes would be just slightly glowing in the cave), and perked ears which are small and long. They are good for hearing, though not as good as other Gemclan cats. She also has normal paws except her hind legs with 5 toes each. Her tail is long and bushy, which twitches when she wants to distract people and when she is thinking. She is an excellent fighter, and a good strategist. However, she couldn't hunt and run fast presently. She has no flaws in her pelt except for a set of 3 parallel slashes down her left thigh, and recently 4 scars, beside each other, on her left shoulder. She is lean, but her muscles are powerful and well-toned from the fights. Her pelt hides a collection of scars, permanent or healing, under it. She has a mouth full of sharp silver teeth, and long fangs.
Personality: A fiery she-cat, Arcaneflame could not sit still for a moment. She loves to help others in times of need, and just can't help being as passionate as fire. Her happy-go-lucky attitude doesn't mean that she is muddleheaded; she can be very cool and collected at times – especially during battles. Talking about battles, she is a well-known fighter throughout the places where she visited and the clans where she resides at now. She is fiercely loyal, and you can see her admiring Adderstar. She may even try to kill herself if she hinders her clan, but she reckons that now she would be better use to her clan alive, and though her battle wounds are hindering her, they would heal soon. Arcaneflame likes to plan out battle strategies in her head, hone her battling moves and learn about medicine cats' skills.
Picture: None, sadly…
History: Arcaneflame was born in a tribe originally—The Tribe of Shining Stars, lead by Grassweaver. Her original name was Arcane Shimmers in the Flame, thus Arcane. Her tribe had flourished in the forest which they inhabited, but one day disaster struck. Arcane had been out hunting; she could hunt well at that time. She saw a large pack of wild dogs in the forest, ripping up small plants and tearing the bark of the trees, and not to mention clawing to death any prey. They chewed the creatures up and spat them out, literally wasting food. Arcane was horrified. She endeavoured to escape and warn her tribe, but it was too late. A large dog crushed her with its huge body and ran a paw with claws down her left leg. Arcane, in her pain, bit down on its paw and dashed away when it leapt off howling. She ran towards her tribe and tried to warn them, but the pack closed on her again. She was cornered by three of the brutes. They lunged at her, one by one, but Arcane dodged them, just barely. She limped off when they were untangling themselves from each other and fell into a river. The river carried her far away from the tribe's lands and washed her up onto FrostClan territory and she was rescued. Her warrior name is made up of parts of her tribe name. She once returned to look for her tribe, only to have them tell her about the prophecy, the blood moon, and how she brought disaster to them. They chased her away, with Grassweaver leading them. She now knew about her past, and why her father was never there. She was born in a night of red moon, which was unusual, and received a prophecy. Her father was chased away because they thought he had brought the prophecy of "Misfortune to those who brought her up, luck to those who helped her grow and death to those who betrayed her". She never returned.
ICC: She was running. Her paws fell onto the paved walkway of a Twoleg city with soft thuds, and her muscles protested as she strained them far beyond their boundaries. She was tired. She didn't know how long she'd been running, or where, only why. The Creature was chasing her. She panted, and turned around another corner onto a Twoleg lane, softly illuminated by lamps that were glowing in a dirty yellow. The moonlight was deep red, turning her into a bloody figure in the night.
Shapeless lights blinded her eyes as she darted around the next lamp lit bend onto a large path. It was deserted. She blinked sweat out of her eyes, and tried to see clearly amidst the glaring signs in a multitude of colours, turning her pelt iridescent. She panted, and fell onto the pebbled streets of yet one more alley. This was a contrast to the others. There was only a faint glimmer of light behind her as she crumpled. The breath was torn out of her lungs in huge gasps. But she could not rest. She could never rest. If she didn't stand up, she'd die. She knew it. The Creature knew it. It had been wearing her out all this time. She signed, and got to her paws. And she realised it was too late. She could hear it, and smell its rancid breath. She could almost feel its claws gripping her, tearing her into shreds, and its fangs crushing her flesh and it gobbling her up. There was no way to run. The wall was too tall, and smeared with slime until it was too slippery. There was only one way out now. Fight. She whipped around, claws unsheathed, snarling. Then stared, eyes widened, at the Creature. It. Was. Grassweaver.
Arcaneflame sat up with a start. She hurriedly licked her chest to smoothen it, and flattened her bristling fur. The nightmare that had haunted her for moons returned again. She was scared. This time, Grassweaver had chased her. Usually Arcaneflame would fall suddenly into an abyss, but never would Grassweaver catch her, or face her directly, only hissing at her back. This… Surely meant something.
Codeword: Thunderpath Mothermouth
Age: 50
Clan: FrostClan
Position: Deputy, but warrior will do
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: She has a medium length light orange base coat which is very soft, with black markings on her fur. Her tail is very pale, a cream-like colour due to some mutation-like happening in her genes. Arcaneflame has emerald green eyes that seem to have golden flecks in them when light is reflected, though this does not happen very often (Her eyes would be just slightly glowing in the cave), and perked ears which are small and long. They are good for hearing, though not as good as other Gemclan cats. She also has normal paws except her hind legs with 5 toes each. Her tail is long and bushy, which twitches when she wants to distract people and when she is thinking. She is an excellent fighter, and a good strategist. However, she couldn't hunt and run fast presently. She has no flaws in her pelt except for a set of 3 parallel slashes down her left thigh, and recently 4 scars, beside each other, on her left shoulder. She is lean, but her muscles are powerful and well-toned from the fights. Her pelt hides a collection of scars, permanent or healing, under it. She has a mouth full of sharp silver teeth, and long fangs.
Personality: A fiery she-cat, Arcaneflame could not sit still for a moment. She loves to help others in times of need, and just can't help being as passionate as fire. Her happy-go-lucky attitude doesn't mean that she is muddleheaded; she can be very cool and collected at times – especially during battles. Talking about battles, she is a well-known fighter throughout the places where she visited and the clans where she resides at now. She is fiercely loyal, and you can see her admiring Adderstar. She may even try to kill herself if she hinders her clan, but she reckons that now she would be better use to her clan alive, and though her battle wounds are hindering her, they would heal soon. Arcaneflame likes to plan out battle strategies in her head, hone her battling moves and learn about medicine cats' skills.
Picture: None, sadly…
History: Arcaneflame was born in a tribe originally—The Tribe of Shining Stars, lead by Grassweaver. Her original name was Arcane Shimmers in the Flame, thus Arcane. Her tribe had flourished in the forest which they inhabited, but one day disaster struck. Arcane had been out hunting; she could hunt well at that time. She saw a large pack of wild dogs in the forest, ripping up small plants and tearing the bark of the trees, and not to mention clawing to death any prey. They chewed the creatures up and spat them out, literally wasting food. Arcane was horrified. She endeavoured to escape and warn her tribe, but it was too late. A large dog crushed her with its huge body and ran a paw with claws down her left leg. Arcane, in her pain, bit down on its paw and dashed away when it leapt off howling. She ran towards her tribe and tried to warn them, but the pack closed on her again. She was cornered by three of the brutes. They lunged at her, one by one, but Arcane dodged them, just barely. She limped off when they were untangling themselves from each other and fell into a river. The river carried her far away from the tribe's lands and washed her up onto FrostClan territory and she was rescued. Her warrior name is made up of parts of her tribe name. She once returned to look for her tribe, only to have them tell her about the prophecy, the blood moon, and how she brought disaster to them. They chased her away, with Grassweaver leading them. She now knew about her past, and why her father was never there. She was born in a night of red moon, which was unusual, and received a prophecy. Her father was chased away because they thought he had brought the prophecy of "Misfortune to those who brought her up, luck to those who helped her grow and death to those who betrayed her". She never returned.
ICC: She was running. Her paws fell onto the paved walkway of a Twoleg city with soft thuds, and her muscles protested as she strained them far beyond their boundaries. She was tired. She didn't know how long she'd been running, or where, only why. The Creature was chasing her. She panted, and turned around another corner onto a Twoleg lane, softly illuminated by lamps that were glowing in a dirty yellow. The moonlight was deep red, turning her into a bloody figure in the night.
Shapeless lights blinded her eyes as she darted around the next lamp lit bend onto a large path. It was deserted. She blinked sweat out of her eyes, and tried to see clearly amidst the glaring signs in a multitude of colours, turning her pelt iridescent. She panted, and fell onto the pebbled streets of yet one more alley. This was a contrast to the others. There was only a faint glimmer of light behind her as she crumpled. The breath was torn out of her lungs in huge gasps. But she could not rest. She could never rest. If she didn't stand up, she'd die. She knew it. The Creature knew it. It had been wearing her out all this time. She signed, and got to her paws. And she realised it was too late. She could hear it, and smell its rancid breath. She could almost feel its claws gripping her, tearing her into shreds, and its fangs crushing her flesh and it gobbling her up. There was no way to run. The wall was too tall, and smeared with slime until it was too slippery. There was only one way out now. Fight. She whipped around, claws unsheathed, snarling. Then stared, eyes widened, at the Creature. It. Was. Grassweaver.
Arcaneflame sat up with a start. She hurriedly licked her chest to smoothen it, and flattened her bristling fur. The nightmare that had haunted her for moons returned again. She was scared. This time, Grassweaver had chased her. Usually Arcaneflame would fall suddenly into an abyss, but never would Grassweaver catch her, or face her directly, only hissing at her back. This… Surely meant something.
Codeword: Thunderpath Mothermouth
