Post by &&. celegra on Nov 23, 2010 15:27:58 GMT -5
NAME
Crossfire
AGE
30 moons
GENDER
Female
ALLIANCE
WindClan
POSITION
Lieutenant - if you would like that position to go to a more experienced player, than solider.
APPEARANCE
Photograph taken by Debbie A
Crossfire is a long-haired torbie with white and green eyes.
PERSONALITY
Crossfire is an even-tempered, quiet cat. She prefers to be on a silent watcher as opposed to an active participant. Nevertheless, she is extremely loyal to WindClan and when provoked can be quite outspoken. Always concerned for her Clan, she will do anything to ensure its survival. Crossfire is also very ambitious, and believes that if she became leader she could help WindClan greatly.
Despite those good qualities, Crossfire can be quite irritable at times. She does not tolerate any kind of trouble-making, and lacks much patience for young apprentices. In addition, she is selfish, and in times of great need is always torn between her own well-being and that of her Clan's.
HISTORY
Crossfire leads a fairly normal life. She was born to two loyal warriors, and grew up well cared for and happy. She has two brothers, both of which she maintains a close relationship with. She also has one sister, whom is her very best friend.
Her family has instilled a set of high morals in her, and is where she gets her aspirations for leadership.
RP SAMPLE
[one of my posts on WCRPG with Holmes, serval loner. Grammatical errors/fragmented sentences were on purpose]
A tawny and black shape made its way through the Free Ones' Land, easily and silently. Holmes had been here for almost a moon now, and had grown accustomed to its terrain. Still, he felt like an outsider looking upon things he had never known: loyalty, family, a wild place to call home. The serval tom had never cared much for sentimental emotion, but he could not help but wonder about what he really was. He had known nothing of this, nothing except for life in a Twoleg cattery, and then life as a loner. For a short period of time he had been with the Blackheart Rogue, but he had never been truly loyal.
A chill was in the air, and Holmes knew that winter was on its way. He shivered slightly, and watched as his shadow rippled on the ground. Soon the shadow would be a tiny puddle at his feet, and then gone, as the sunlight grew weak and unable to cast its brilliance against the textures of the earth. Prey would become scarce, and times would grow hard. He did not look forward to it without Edelweiss. Without a place where he would fit right in with others, instead of standing out along with the other sparse spreading of his breed. Without someone who truly loved him.
The memory, the faint memory of their meeting was at the back of his mind. The logical part of him hated it, hated the emotions that it came with. He was nothing but child's play to love. A folly, nothing more. At times he was weak, at times unbelievably strong. But he was always involved in the chess game. Always a pawn flitting on the outside, unwilling to be taken hostage and unwilling to play. Black and white, shadow and light. They were one. He was one.
His shadow melded with the frosty, damp earth as Holmes sat down on the ground, his ears pricked, his head raised. Expecting something.
OTHER
We were supposed to delete the "read more" part at the bottom, right?
Crossfire
AGE
30 moons
GENDER
Female
ALLIANCE
WindClan
POSITION
Lieutenant - if you would like that position to go to a more experienced player, than solider.
APPEARANCE
Photograph taken by Debbie A
Crossfire is a long-haired torbie with white and green eyes.
PERSONALITY
Crossfire is an even-tempered, quiet cat. She prefers to be on a silent watcher as opposed to an active participant. Nevertheless, she is extremely loyal to WindClan and when provoked can be quite outspoken. Always concerned for her Clan, she will do anything to ensure its survival. Crossfire is also very ambitious, and believes that if she became leader she could help WindClan greatly.
Despite those good qualities, Crossfire can be quite irritable at times. She does not tolerate any kind of trouble-making, and lacks much patience for young apprentices. In addition, she is selfish, and in times of great need is always torn between her own well-being and that of her Clan's.
HISTORY
Crossfire leads a fairly normal life. She was born to two loyal warriors, and grew up well cared for and happy. She has two brothers, both of which she maintains a close relationship with. She also has one sister, whom is her very best friend.
Her family has instilled a set of high morals in her, and is where she gets her aspirations for leadership.
RP SAMPLE
[one of my posts on WCRPG with Holmes, serval loner. Grammatical errors/fragmented sentences were on purpose]
A tawny and black shape made its way through the Free Ones' Land, easily and silently. Holmes had been here for almost a moon now, and had grown accustomed to its terrain. Still, he felt like an outsider looking upon things he had never known: loyalty, family, a wild place to call home. The serval tom had never cared much for sentimental emotion, but he could not help but wonder about what he really was. He had known nothing of this, nothing except for life in a Twoleg cattery, and then life as a loner. For a short period of time he had been with the Blackheart Rogue, but he had never been truly loyal.
A chill was in the air, and Holmes knew that winter was on its way. He shivered slightly, and watched as his shadow rippled on the ground. Soon the shadow would be a tiny puddle at his feet, and then gone, as the sunlight grew weak and unable to cast its brilliance against the textures of the earth. Prey would become scarce, and times would grow hard. He did not look forward to it without Edelweiss. Without a place where he would fit right in with others, instead of standing out along with the other sparse spreading of his breed. Without someone who truly loved him.
The memory, the faint memory of their meeting was at the back of his mind. The logical part of him hated it, hated the emotions that it came with. He was nothing but child's play to love. A folly, nothing more. At times he was weak, at times unbelievably strong. But he was always involved in the chess game. Always a pawn flitting on the outside, unwilling to be taken hostage and unwilling to play. Black and white, shadow and light. They were one. He was one.
His shadow melded with the frosty, damp earth as Holmes sat down on the ground, his ears pricked, his head raised. Expecting something.
OTHER
We were supposed to delete the "read more" part at the bottom, right?
