Post by xxlightpeltxx on Feb 26, 2011 14:23:03 GMT -5
A Bit About You
Your Name ∙ Destiny
Out of Character Name ∙
Chatango Username ∙ DestinyisYours
Contact Information ∙ Email: fhazaku@yahoo.com
Other Characters You Play ∙
Time Zone ∙ Central
How You Found Us ∙ Browsing
Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ Lightpaw
Age ∙ 6 moons
Gender ∙ Female
Residing ∙ Riverclan
Character Type ∙ Apprentice
Mindset
Overall Personality ∙ Very adventurous and she gets excited easily. If something is going on then she wants to know about it, every single detail. She knows to follow the warrior code, but sometimes she tries so bend it to her will. She can lie smoothly if she wants to, but she doesn’t really like to if it really isn’t necessary. She can sometimes act really depressed, and when she does something wrong, she downs herself.
She loves to listen to her mother and father when they tell her about stories that they did in the past. She also tries her hardest for them to be proud of her, so she does her fare share of good deeds. She hates when kits play Warrior and Fox. She’s an honest cat and sometimes she gets sad since she’s an only kit. She wishes that she had a younger sister or brother, so that she could be the most amazing older sister ever born into any of the Clans.
Additional Tidbits ∙
Reflection
Overall Appearance ∙ Lightpaw has a young, soft, yet firey look to her. Her fur is a nice orange color that turns to flame when the sun hits it. She has slightly short fur, but in the winter it gets longer and thickens. Her pelt has a very soft texture and most of the time is well groomed. The fur around her belly is a lighter orange. Lightpaw’s eyes are the thing that is noticed the most when the sun isn’t shining. When she is happy, they are a bright sparkling green, but when she is angry, they are a dark forest green.
Lightpaw’s body is slender and her legs are long. Her muscles are the normal size. Her tail is a bit longer than average. Lightpaw’s teeth and claws are a creamy white, and are very sharp. Her whiskers are just slightly shorter than average.
Backstory
Family History ∙
Family ∙ Parents: Longwhisker (Mother), Fireheart (Father), Siblings: None
Birthplace ∙ RiverClan
Background ∙
Lightpaw’s kithood was very enjoyable and she was very adventurous. She always loved to play fight with the other kits in her den, and wanted very badly to become an apprentice. She was too young, though, and so she waited impatiently for her apprentice ceremony. Her mother and father were very kind to her all throughout her kithood and they were always wanting to be around her, no matter how much she whined about them being naggy and clingy. She loved the attention, though, and she received tons from her best friend, Dustkit. He was a very nice kit and the two of them got into trouble almost daily.
But, one day when they had snuck out of the eyesight of their parents and went into the woods, he was killed by a fox. Lightkit would have been killed too, if he had not have told her to run. She couldn’t leave him, but since she was so scared, she ran back to the camp to get help. By the time they had gotten back to the site where the fox was, he was already killed, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Dustkit’s mother never really did forgive Lightpaw, even if it wasn’t completely her fault. Lightpaw still blames herself for everything that happened, even though his father told her it wasn’t her fault. How could it not be her fault? She had convinced him to come along with her, even if he had told her that it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to go, but he didn’t want to let her go alone.
Lightpaw still has nightmares of that day, and never has she been the same. She can’t look his parents in the eye and she feels like she deserves it when his mother lashes out on her with hatred. Before she can say too many harsh things, though, usually Dustkit’s father takes her away. She is a newly appointed apprentice.
Sample
Lightpaw could still remember the blood. She could remember the mewls of pain and the look in Dustkit’s lifeless eyes, just gazing up at her. She could remember the horror and hatred in his mother’s eyes, the hatred given directly to her. She could remember his father’s devastated eyes as he looked down at the body of his only son, dead, and lying in a pool of his own blood. She could remember the wail that escaped his sister’s throats as they sat vigil for him. But what she could remember most is how useless she had been. How she had never even lifted a paw to help him. She had run away when he needed her most. She now had to live with that gut-wrenching guilt for the rest of her life.
And she could never forgive herself for it.
Contract
By submitting this application, I am also stating that I have read, and understood, the forum rules, and that I agree to follow them. This means that I will take whatever punishments come my way should I break the rules.
--Lightpaw
Your Name ∙ Destiny
Out of Character Name ∙
Chatango Username ∙ DestinyisYours
Contact Information ∙ Email: fhazaku@yahoo.com
Other Characters You Play ∙
Time Zone ∙ Central
How You Found Us ∙ Browsing
Introductions
Character’s Name ∙ Lightpaw
Age ∙ 6 moons
Gender ∙ Female
Residing ∙ Riverclan
Character Type ∙ Apprentice
Mindset
Overall Personality ∙ Very adventurous and she gets excited easily. If something is going on then she wants to know about it, every single detail. She knows to follow the warrior code, but sometimes she tries so bend it to her will. She can lie smoothly if she wants to, but she doesn’t really like to if it really isn’t necessary. She can sometimes act really depressed, and when she does something wrong, she downs herself.
She loves to listen to her mother and father when they tell her about stories that they did in the past. She also tries her hardest for them to be proud of her, so she does her fare share of good deeds. She hates when kits play Warrior and Fox. She’s an honest cat and sometimes she gets sad since she’s an only kit. She wishes that she had a younger sister or brother, so that she could be the most amazing older sister ever born into any of the Clans.
Additional Tidbits ∙
Reflection
Overall Appearance ∙ Lightpaw has a young, soft, yet firey look to her. Her fur is a nice orange color that turns to flame when the sun hits it. She has slightly short fur, but in the winter it gets longer and thickens. Her pelt has a very soft texture and most of the time is well groomed. The fur around her belly is a lighter orange. Lightpaw’s eyes are the thing that is noticed the most when the sun isn’t shining. When she is happy, they are a bright sparkling green, but when she is angry, they are a dark forest green.
Lightpaw’s body is slender and her legs are long. Her muscles are the normal size. Her tail is a bit longer than average. Lightpaw’s teeth and claws are a creamy white, and are very sharp. Her whiskers are just slightly shorter than average.
Backstory
Family History ∙
Family ∙ Parents: Longwhisker (Mother), Fireheart (Father), Siblings: None
Birthplace ∙ RiverClan
Background ∙
Lightpaw’s kithood was very enjoyable and she was very adventurous. She always loved to play fight with the other kits in her den, and wanted very badly to become an apprentice. She was too young, though, and so she waited impatiently for her apprentice ceremony. Her mother and father were very kind to her all throughout her kithood and they were always wanting to be around her, no matter how much she whined about them being naggy and clingy. She loved the attention, though, and she received tons from her best friend, Dustkit. He was a very nice kit and the two of them got into trouble almost daily.
But, one day when they had snuck out of the eyesight of their parents and went into the woods, he was killed by a fox. Lightkit would have been killed too, if he had not have told her to run. She couldn’t leave him, but since she was so scared, she ran back to the camp to get help. By the time they had gotten back to the site where the fox was, he was already killed, lying in a pool of his own blood.
Dustkit’s mother never really did forgive Lightpaw, even if it wasn’t completely her fault. Lightpaw still blames herself for everything that happened, even though his father told her it wasn’t her fault. How could it not be her fault? She had convinced him to come along with her, even if he had told her that it was a bad idea. He didn’t want to go, but he didn’t want to let her go alone.
Lightpaw still has nightmares of that day, and never has she been the same. She can’t look his parents in the eye and she feels like she deserves it when his mother lashes out on her with hatred. Before she can say too many harsh things, though, usually Dustkit’s father takes her away. She is a newly appointed apprentice.
Sample
Lightpaw could still remember the blood. She could remember the mewls of pain and the look in Dustkit’s lifeless eyes, just gazing up at her. She could remember the horror and hatred in his mother’s eyes, the hatred given directly to her. She could remember his father’s devastated eyes as he looked down at the body of his only son, dead, and lying in a pool of his own blood. She could remember the wail that escaped his sister’s throats as they sat vigil for him. But what she could remember most is how useless she had been. How she had never even lifted a paw to help him. She had run away when he needed her most. She now had to live with that gut-wrenching guilt for the rest of her life.
And she could never forgive herself for it.
Contract
By submitting this application, I am also stating that I have read, and understood, the forum rules, and that I agree to follow them. This means that I will take whatever punishments come my way should I break the rules.
--Lightpaw
