Post by Setsa on Jan 25, 2014 1:32:00 GMT -6
Shellheart
and the arms of the ocean are carrying me
NAME: Shellheart
AGE: 26 moons
GENDER: Female
CLAN: River Clan
RANK: Warrior
and all this devotion was rushing out of me
SHORT DESCRIPTION:
A lithe, lightly colored she-cat with peach markings and misty-green eyes.
APPEARANCE:
A lithe, smaller than average she-cat with misty-green eyes. Her ivory paws are dainty as befits her size, boasting tiny, thorn-like claws that can be more lethal than they appear. Her pelt consists of ivory fur accented by an almost peach color that is dappled throughout the follicles, and creates a mask over her face. Her thick fur masks a lean set of muscles that are most sufficient when used towards swimming or running; she obviously does not have brute strength. Her ears are paper-thin and rather delicate; she often has trouble keeping them from being scratched and injured. She boasts a long, slim tassel that matches the rest of her pelt and is actually quite suited for her tiny frame.
and the crashes are heaven for a sinner like me
STRENGTHS:
- Loyalty
- Agility
- Friendliness
WEAKNESSES:
- Immaturity; she takes any opportunity to goof off
- Small stature
- Naive
PERSONALITY:
Shellheart is a very compassionate she-cat, hence her warrior suffix heart. She cares deeply for her clan, though she never had the desire to become a Caretaker; she would rather prove her undying loyalty through other means such as acquiring food for the clan or seeing to border patrols. She takes kindly to new cats and is very sociable at clan gatherings. She is almost never easy to anger, though she does have a sort of quirky playfulness about her; she has the heart of a 'paw and she can often be found enticing her friends into bouts of play when she isn't performing her clan duties.
but the arms of the ocean delivered me
MOTHER: Greengaze
FATHER: Finfoot
SIBLINGS: Rosefire, Reedclaw and Minnowfur.
OTHER FAMILY: N/A
MENTOR:
HISTORY:
Shellheart was born to Greengaze and Finfoot alongside her three siblings, Rosefire, Reedclaw and Minnowfur. She had a regular kithood, pouncing tails and wreaking havoc with her siblings and denmates. She was always a little more adventurous and playful than her fellow kits, though, and despite her compassionate nature it was obvious that she would be a pawful as an apprentice and was thus handed off to Ironpride to train. Ironpride was an elder warrior who had mentored many 'paws before, and was well respected among his clan for having a no-nonsense attitude. He was able to curb much of her unruliness, and had instilled in her a sense of loyalty that came before her tendencies to be a goofball. He found that her tiny size wasn't as bad as it seemed, and used it to his advantage in molding her into a magnificent hunter; having found that her size provided excellent agility.
Unfortunately, it was discovered that Ironpride was ill, and on the night that she was supposed to make her trip to the Moonstream her mentor passed away. She had bonded well with the Warrior and was absolutely crushed upon hearing of his death, choosing to sit vigil over his body rather than make her pilgrimage to the Moonstream. It was a test of true patience, as the day after all of her siblings were made Warriors and while the Clan leader would have loved to promote her as well, it wasn't possible as she hadn't yet made her trip to the Moonstream. She would have been lying if she said she wasn't down about the delay in her becoming a Warrior, but she tried to take it all in stride; merely going about her duties with the determination to become a Warrior after the next moon, when another trip could be scheduled to go to the sacred stream.
Due to the love she showed when putting off her Warrior ceremony to sit vigil, and the vigor she still exhibited while performing her apprentice duties, the clan leader granted her the name Shellheart when the ceremony finally did arrive. She took to her new role in the clan very eagerly, and practically bounced around her post the whole night she had to guard the clan. Now, many moons after that wonderful night she is hoping for her first apprentice, and secretly wondering if she might make a good deputy someday in the future.
never let me go, never let me go
ROLE-PLAYER: Setsa
WRITING SAMPLE:
Shellkit marveled at the feeling of plush grass against her paws, so different from the sandy interior of the den she had been sharing with her mother and three siblings. She blinked wide eyes that still harbored a deep blue color, yet to transform into the misty green that would try to mimic her mother's emerald hues. Her frame was rather tiny, and the Warriors that surrounded the camp wondered if she would survive, for surely such a small cat wouldn't last long in their clan; they all needed to be strong with brave hearts and sturdy builds to protect their home. Surely this weak little kit didn't have what it took to grow into a strong, productive member of River Clan. Her mother didn't believe the same, though, as this adventurous kit had been the first to wander from the den, she hadn't even asked permission first, she had merely toddled from the warm enclosure into the brisk morning air, acting as if she had done this every single day of her life.
Her tiny little paws stretched forward a step as she remains completely silent, merely allowing her gaze to float around the clearing. She caught sight of something out of the corner of her baby blues, and would turn just the slightest bit, stretching her paws forward again, and then again and again, quicker than she had ever moved before in her short life. She moved at a sloppy wobble, still unsteady on her inexperienced legs as she bounds toward the object that had caught her attention. It looked rather soft, and it was dangling in the air as if teasing her, tempting her curious nature to investigate. It took quite a little while, but she eventually reached the object of her desire, and would flop back into a seated position, lifting an ivory paw to swat menacingly at the thing that dangled before her eyes. She swatted again, and then used the other paw, though she felt as if that wasn't enough. She wanted to capture the object and surely only both paws would do the job. So, she slowly lifted her forepaws from the ground and reached out with both paws, swatting at the fluffy object as she fights to remain her balance.
She felt as if she was doing a pretty good job, until her tiny claws actually snagged on the object and whatever her new plaything was attached to turned around. She grew startled and lost the battle for her balance, toppling over as her eyes landed on the creature that had turned around. Strangely, she knew that this being was the same as herself and her mother and her siblings, even her father who had visited the nursery from time to time, and she decided that there was only one thing to do. She emits a playful meow and struggles up onto her paws again, eyes bright and curious as she lifts her tiny paw to swat at the feline again, "Mine!" she huffs, peering around the Warrior to glance at the tail that she had been assaulting. The Warrior let out a loud guffaw of laughter, which caught the attention of the other clan members who had dismissed the tiny kit as fish food. It seemed that she wasn't as weak as they had thought, and she had a penchant for capturing tails.
Her tiny little paws stretched forward a step as she remains completely silent, merely allowing her gaze to float around the clearing. She caught sight of something out of the corner of her baby blues, and would turn just the slightest bit, stretching her paws forward again, and then again and again, quicker than she had ever moved before in her short life. She moved at a sloppy wobble, still unsteady on her inexperienced legs as she bounds toward the object that had caught her attention. It looked rather soft, and it was dangling in the air as if teasing her, tempting her curious nature to investigate. It took quite a little while, but she eventually reached the object of her desire, and would flop back into a seated position, lifting an ivory paw to swat menacingly at the thing that dangled before her eyes. She swatted again, and then used the other paw, though she felt as if that wasn't enough. She wanted to capture the object and surely only both paws would do the job. So, she slowly lifted her forepaws from the ground and reached out with both paws, swatting at the fluffy object as she fights to remain her balance.
She felt as if she was doing a pretty good job, until her tiny claws actually snagged on the object and whatever her new plaything was attached to turned around. She grew startled and lost the battle for her balance, toppling over as her eyes landed on the creature that had turned around. Strangely, she knew that this being was the same as herself and her mother and her siblings, even her father who had visited the nursery from time to time, and she decided that there was only one thing to do. She emits a playful meow and struggles up onto her paws again, eyes bright and curious as she lifts her tiny paw to swat at the feline again, "Mine!" she huffs, peering around the Warrior to glance at the tail that she had been assaulting. The Warrior let out a loud guffaw of laughter, which caught the attention of the other clan members who had dismissed the tiny kit as fish food. It seemed that she wasn't as weak as they had thought, and she had a penchant for capturing tails.
Lyrics: Never Let Me Go by Florence + the Machine
