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Post by [[ShAdYCaUStI]] on Sept 9, 2009 12:46:12 GMT -5
Name: Glacierpoint.
Rank: Warrior.
Age: 21 moons.
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: Timberclan
Clan relations: Etchedthought – mother (warrior); apprentice needed.
Pelt: Glacierpoint is a tawny-striped gold. Her fur is thick, medium-long, and even in density all through, except on her paws and face, where it is short, and on her belly, where it grows just a wee bit longer. She is large, big boned, but her form and features are ordinary in every way. A strong warrior, she is agile and skillful, but tends not to display it openly, as some warriors do. Everything about her appears ordinary, from her colouring to her whiskers, and only her eyes and manners set her apart.
Eyes: Shocking blue; the blue of a summer lake or a late October afternoon: that is the colour of the she-cat’s eyes. Like a lake that reflects the sky’s mood, her eyes occasionally vary and appear grayish. It is not uncommon for them to glow green at night; but unlike most cats’ gold-green eyes, hers glow a bluer green, more a deep turquoise than a green. In shape they are ordinary, though she tends to keep them partially closed, which gives them a curious look of intensity mingled with laziness, and narrows their shape so that they appear more triangular.
Personality: Glacierpoint tends to be rather posh, with immaculate manners and an aloof air. Her words usually resonate good breeding, though she can be scornful and sarcastic at times. Often haughty, she can at times be rude; in general, however, she is kind. She has little patience with what she considers stupidity, and with clumsiness; her natural grace leaves her with little understanding for those less gifted. She especially likes kits, but doesn’t like apprentices or other warriors to see this preference, this soft side. She holds her leader in high respect, along with the deputy, but aside from them, she lowers her head for no cat. The medicine-cat is the one other for whom she has a high respect, and she is perhaps more open with {her} than with any other cat. One of her drawbacks is a tendency to simply ignore another cat as if they were nonexistent, if they have offended or angered her. This and her lack of patience mean that sometimes other cats have to tread carefully around her, especially when she is for some reason in a foul mood.
History: Born to a slightly eccentric mother, Glacierpoint’s kithood [is that a word?] was full of love and improbable stories about her deceased father, with whom Etchedthought was deeply in love. After his death, all the Clan will agree that Etchedthought grew markedly odder, beyond her usual strangeness. One of the results was a sudden obsessive sort of compulsion regarding manners, carriage, and decorum, which is most likely why Glacierpoint is so high-mannered. Aside from that, the warrior’s young life and apprenticeship were entirely normal. While not exactly outstanding, she succeeded easily, finding herself more or less adept at whatever she had to attempt, and she became a warrior in the usual way.
Rank: Warrior.
Age: 21 moons.
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: Timberclan
Clan relations: Etchedthought – mother (warrior); apprentice needed.
Pelt: Glacierpoint is a tawny-striped gold. Her fur is thick, medium-long, and even in density all through, except on her paws and face, where it is short, and on her belly, where it grows just a wee bit longer. She is large, big boned, but her form and features are ordinary in every way. A strong warrior, she is agile and skillful, but tends not to display it openly, as some warriors do. Everything about her appears ordinary, from her colouring to her whiskers, and only her eyes and manners set her apart.
Eyes: Shocking blue; the blue of a summer lake or a late October afternoon: that is the colour of the she-cat’s eyes. Like a lake that reflects the sky’s mood, her eyes occasionally vary and appear grayish. It is not uncommon for them to glow green at night; but unlike most cats’ gold-green eyes, hers glow a bluer green, more a deep turquoise than a green. In shape they are ordinary, though she tends to keep them partially closed, which gives them a curious look of intensity mingled with laziness, and narrows their shape so that they appear more triangular.
Personality: Glacierpoint tends to be rather posh, with immaculate manners and an aloof air. Her words usually resonate good breeding, though she can be scornful and sarcastic at times. Often haughty, she can at times be rude; in general, however, she is kind. She has little patience with what she considers stupidity, and with clumsiness; her natural grace leaves her with little understanding for those less gifted. She especially likes kits, but doesn’t like apprentices or other warriors to see this preference, this soft side. She holds her leader in high respect, along with the deputy, but aside from them, she lowers her head for no cat. The medicine-cat is the one other for whom she has a high respect, and she is perhaps more open with {her} than with any other cat. One of her drawbacks is a tendency to simply ignore another cat as if they were nonexistent, if they have offended or angered her. This and her lack of patience mean that sometimes other cats have to tread carefully around her, especially when she is for some reason in a foul mood.
History: Born to a slightly eccentric mother, Glacierpoint’s kithood [is that a word?] was full of love and improbable stories about her deceased father, with whom Etchedthought was deeply in love. After his death, all the Clan will agree that Etchedthought grew markedly odder, beyond her usual strangeness. One of the results was a sudden obsessive sort of compulsion regarding manners, carriage, and decorum, which is most likely why Glacierpoint is so high-mannered. Aside from that, the warrior’s young life and apprenticeship were entirely normal. While not exactly outstanding, she succeeded easily, finding herself more or less adept at whatever she had to attempt, and she became a warrior in the usual way.
