Post by Яottikinns on Dec 24, 2013 14:37:29 GMT -6
gorsebelly
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Gorsebelly
AGE: 30 moons
GENDER: She-cat
CLAN: WindClan
RANK: Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
A spooky, yellow she cat.
APPEARANCE:
Gorsebelly's name comes partially from her coat, being a type of orange-yellow tabby. The only exception is her white underbelly. Structure wise, her body is very disproportional. Her head is too small, body too long, tail to thin. She's a rather gangly looking thing. Her eyes are a rich hazel, nearly identical to her pelt.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Non-gullible.
- Has a small stomach.
- Usually on guard, cautious.
WEAKNESSES:
- Neurotic.
- Paranoid.
- Cowardly.
PERSONALITY:
Gorsebelly is rather easy to scare. A mouse in the bush would send her flying. She doesn't like socializing, and is awkward in situations when she is spoken to. She likes her solitude, but then again, finds comfort in numbers when her safety is concerned. 'When in doubt, save yourself.'
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Eelfur, elder.
FATHER: Moorpaw, deceased.
SIBLINGS: Only survivor in a litter of two.
OTHER FAMILY: Lesserpaw; cousin, WindClan apprentice.
MENTOR: Undisclosed.
HISTORY:
Gorsebelly had a regular, sane childhood. Her parents, while a little old to be conceiving, gave birth to a litter of two. Gorsebelly was her only surviving kit, and thus was a little spoiled. No one knows why she is so spooky. There was one incident, sometime after her fathers death, when she had a minor scuffle with a badger. Being as cowardly as she is, her first instinct was to flee, and that earned her an ungrateful nip to the arse. Luckily the bite healed, and the fur grew back. Yet, she still has a hatred against badgers. One would think, being born and raised in WindClan, she would be a tad bit..loyal? Yet, she isn't. Over a clan full of her kin, she would save herself. But, can you blame her?
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Rottikinns. (Call me Rott ^^)
WRITING SAMPLE:
She scraped her belly against the long blades of grass, parting her mouth; inhaling bushels of tasteful aromas. Her paws, stained by the mud, silent as she stalked forward. A rodent, a field mouse, munched hastily on the field grains unaware. Gorsebelly crawled with- well- cat like precision, each motion carefully carried out. Orbs of hazel tracked the defenceless critter, waiting for the perfect moment.
The mouse raised its triangular head, realizing the foreboding silence. Sometimes, Gorsebelly liked to imagine the rodent knew its demise was near. Knew, and prepared for the oncoming darkness. Yet, deep down she also knew that there was nothing but 'survive' scrawled in their tiny little brains. The young tabby leaped forward, ivory hooks piercing the rodents thin flesh. Laying the carcass down, she picked at the mouse, never having much of an appetite. Once completely devoured, she left the body to decompose, and cleaned her pelt; thinking of whether or not to return to her clan.
The mouse raised its triangular head, realizing the foreboding silence. Sometimes, Gorsebelly liked to imagine the rodent knew its demise was near. Knew, and prepared for the oncoming darkness. Yet, deep down she also knew that there was nothing but 'survive' scrawled in their tiny little brains. The young tabby leaped forward, ivory hooks piercing the rodents thin flesh. Laying the carcass down, she picked at the mouse, never having much of an appetite. Once completely devoured, she left the body to decompose, and cleaned her pelt; thinking of whether or not to return to her clan.
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
