Post by mahoganypaw on Feb 2, 2008 15:50:57 GMT -5
ooc// Alright, so my profile's been completed, yet to be accepted. But it says in the rules we need a roleplay example too, so here's mine. ^^;
ic//
It was very dark, and Silverpelt rode high in the sky, every star twinkling with a bright light, providing light for the mortal cats living out their lives below. The moon was only a whisper of a light, accompanying the warriors of StarClan, only as wide as the side of a feather fallen from a passing bird.
In the murky swamp that was the ShadowClan camp, a young figure sat erect just on the outskirts, shifting its paws on occasion to keep the wetness from sticking to its paws, feathery tail curled daintily around small paws, small for a male cat reaching apprenticeship. He was almost not visible at the moment, his dark brown pelt, flecked with black, blending easily into his surroundings. The occasional bubble in mud burst, but that, besides the whisper of the wind in the leaves, was the only sound heard to him at the moment.
His ears twitched as he heard the sleepy call of a bird in the trees, probably settling down to sleep. He sighed, then returned his attention to StarClan, sitting high in the sky, silent yet seeming so benevolent. Are you there, Celandinekit? Are you watching me even now, even in your now eternal youth? Another sigh at no response. He knew he shouldn't be very surprised - he was no medicine cat, not even a medicine cat apprentice, so what right did he have to try speaking with his warrior ancestors, even if they were his kin?
He shifted once more, though this time he got to his paws, now wet despite his best efforts. He wrinkled his small, pink nose - he disliked the mud, even though he was native to this landscape. He sighed, then opened his mouth - the scent of the toadstools sitting just beyond the camp wall flooded his mouth, causing him to flinch and take a step back. He wasn't really doing anything interesting - his mother Sweetsong was asleep in the nursery, and they were both waiting for him to be appointed a mentor so he could start his warrior training. That wasn't what he wanted - well, he did, but he also wanted ...
Mahoganypaw shook his head, shutting his amber eyes shut. He was openly confused, and yet wouldn't admit it. He wanted to be a medicine cat, but he'd promised Sweetsong that he would be a warrior for Celandinekit, his sister who had died of greencough a few moons ago. He missed her desperately, but he couldn't reflect on it all too much - it was the way of StarClan to take and to give.
"Mahoganypaw! Where are you?" Sweetsong's voice, soft yet insistant, drifted to him on the wind. The dark brown apprentice turned and his eyes lit up. He loved his mother dearly - they had a close bond ever since Celandinekit had been taken to StarClan. He flicked his tail, after giving one last glance up into Silverpelt, sending a gentle thought on the wind.
Even though my paws are on two paths, I'll always be your warrior, Celadinekit. I miss you ...
ic//
It was very dark, and Silverpelt rode high in the sky, every star twinkling with a bright light, providing light for the mortal cats living out their lives below. The moon was only a whisper of a light, accompanying the warriors of StarClan, only as wide as the side of a feather fallen from a passing bird.
In the murky swamp that was the ShadowClan camp, a young figure sat erect just on the outskirts, shifting its paws on occasion to keep the wetness from sticking to its paws, feathery tail curled daintily around small paws, small for a male cat reaching apprenticeship. He was almost not visible at the moment, his dark brown pelt, flecked with black, blending easily into his surroundings. The occasional bubble in mud burst, but that, besides the whisper of the wind in the leaves, was the only sound heard to him at the moment.
His ears twitched as he heard the sleepy call of a bird in the trees, probably settling down to sleep. He sighed, then returned his attention to StarClan, sitting high in the sky, silent yet seeming so benevolent. Are you there, Celandinekit? Are you watching me even now, even in your now eternal youth? Another sigh at no response. He knew he shouldn't be very surprised - he was no medicine cat, not even a medicine cat apprentice, so what right did he have to try speaking with his warrior ancestors, even if they were his kin?
He shifted once more, though this time he got to his paws, now wet despite his best efforts. He wrinkled his small, pink nose - he disliked the mud, even though he was native to this landscape. He sighed, then opened his mouth - the scent of the toadstools sitting just beyond the camp wall flooded his mouth, causing him to flinch and take a step back. He wasn't really doing anything interesting - his mother Sweetsong was asleep in the nursery, and they were both waiting for him to be appointed a mentor so he could start his warrior training. That wasn't what he wanted - well, he did, but he also wanted ...
Mahoganypaw shook his head, shutting his amber eyes shut. He was openly confused, and yet wouldn't admit it. He wanted to be a medicine cat, but he'd promised Sweetsong that he would be a warrior for Celandinekit, his sister who had died of greencough a few moons ago. He missed her desperately, but he couldn't reflect on it all too much - it was the way of StarClan to take and to give.
"Mahoganypaw! Where are you?" Sweetsong's voice, soft yet insistant, drifted to him on the wind. The dark brown apprentice turned and his eyes lit up. He loved his mother dearly - they had a close bond ever since Celandinekit had been taken to StarClan. He flicked his tail, after giving one last glance up into Silverpelt, sending a gentle thought on the wind.
Even though my paws are on two paths, I'll always be your warrior, Celadinekit. I miss you ...
