Post by SPR!NG on Mar 7, 2009 11:55:57 GMT -8
N a m e: spring
G e n d e r: Femme
A g e: 37 moons
C l a n: LakeClan
R a n k: Leader
I m a g e: Refer to signature. <3
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: c l i c k **
C o m p a n i o n:
name;; Pip
briefpersona;; Being an eastern chipmunk, you can't expect him to be a quiet bloke. He's quite up and about, leaping before he looks. He's a handful, a lot like his friend, Spring. To be honest, the only thing different between the two is gender. Oh, not to mention species.
description;; Reddish brown above; belly white. 1 white stripe bordered by 2 black stripes on sides; stripes end at rump. 2 white stripes on back much thinner than side stripes. Dark center stripe down back; pale facial stripes above and below eyes. Tail brown on tip, edged with black. Prominent ears.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Base white femme, dappled black at the top half; soft blue orbs.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
She inherited her good looks from her mother, not so much her father (scraggly lump he was). Her illuminate blue auds are tinged with only softness, hardly an ounce of dry cold to be found. Though, since she has this natural gift of sympathy, they share another's sorrow if they are relatively close to her. Regardless if they are her most hated enemy, she would still show remorse if someone they loved died.
Her face frame is much like a raccoon. Widened at the cheek bones, and narrower at the top portion. This is mostly because of her fluffed up white downy fur, but it's an unusual quality to have. Her ears are dipped in charcoal, light to the touch. They tend to flick at the slightest movement, but that isn't really a problem for her. It's like a motion detector that she needn't pay for.
Her paws are lithe, black stockings worn on her front two limbs. They enable easy motions, avoiding such obstacles like rocks with only a knock at the lower left. Ivory hooks serve as her claws, latching to any rough surface that she encounters in her travels.
Her tail is long, but not that fluffy as you expect. It's not that significant or special in any way, the only noticable marking drops of black at the tip. It may not look that pretty, but it certainly comes in handy for her balance. Then again her whiskers can do that too, but let's make an effort at making her tail seem extraordinary, hm?
P e r s o n a l i t y:
With others, Springstar is always smiling no matter what she may really think of the situation. She likes to pretend she is like any other warrior, and share tongues with new warriors the night after their vigil. She enjoys welcoming all new warriors to her clan by doing so, and shows that she is always there as a friend. She appreciates jokes, when not used one after another. Springstar is very strict about many things, and forbidden love is one of them. She allows no forbidden love in her clan, and will most likely exile you for doing so. Springstar also will exile those she feels are not fit for her clan. She does not wish for them to be condemned to a life of things they don’t want to be and would much rather have them live a life on their own.
Springstar does have some major trust issues, due to her history which is not a very good quality in a leader. She almost never is out of camp by herself, and is friendly enough to talk any cat into going with her. If they don’t fall her play of words, they will most likely, if male, fall for her looks because she is stunningly pretty. She has a fear of being alone, especially because of change which again she is not used to. Springstar’s fear of being alone can lead her to drastic measures at times, and sometimes she will freak out and have a breakdown. She is truly scared for her clan, and herself because of her young age.
She is that of a female to tolerate shenanigans from kits. If they sneak out of camp, she could honestly care less, unless there is a potential threat lurking out of the camp. Even if there is though, she won't dare scold them. Not like they would deserve another round of fright from their own leader if they already experienced a predator. That would just be plain rude and unconsiderate of her.
Springstar is a very caring soul, she never turns down a cat that will not be a threat to her clan. She welcomes sick cats into her clan as long as there is enough room in the medicine cats den. She does not fancy letting cats from other clans in her camp, ‘less they happen to be the medicine cat or the leader. She does not trust any other clan well enough, but Horizonclan’s nobility has certainly caught her eye.
Being a small cat, Springstar is an excellent hunter. Her nose being closer to the ground, this propels her smell so that she can sniff her prey out from its hiding spot. In the lake, she is able to wade through shallow areas, but her body being light will always have someone there with her just in case. Her small paws are often matted with fur, but she is even so an excellent fisher. Because of her petite size though, she is a terrible fighter. She had to develop a way of counter-attacks and swift moves to even be a match for a bigger, older warrior. She is pretty good at analyzing the skills and little things that no one looks at. Like how when someone will pounce, they will bunch her muscles. Springstar would notice this, and will develop a way to counter attack it.
When alone, Springstar is thinking only of her clan. Non-stop she is thinking of who is out. She knows everyone of her clan-mates and is always thinking of what they should be doing and what kits would be good matches with them.
H i s t o r y:
Preferred not to be disclosed. It's boringly long anyway.
O v e r a l l:
Springstar is a caring leader, though a merciful joker around camp. She use to get into a load of trouble as a young kitten, and she still does as of now. Though she has acquired knowledge of a leader, her kittenish heart remains intact. Her beauty is only a reflection of her mother, not to be taken into consideration of a vain cat. One should know that if she was matched with a chipmunk, she can't be that pompous. Who wants a Hollywood cat as leader?
S a m p l e:
Her nose twitched. It seemed to do this quite often, something only to be expected from a twitchy character like herself. Tail flicked about in clear agitation, mouth resisting spewing out laughter. Sapphire orbs watered from the strain of concealing her emotions. At her flank, a teeny caramel brown specimen was nipping at her fur, a desperate attempt to get her attention. Oh, it had certainly grabbed her attention, but not in the way the creature had intended it to. Cat's sides heaved as a silent chuckle emitted from her maw. The, er, chipmunk, stopped nibbling abruptly and a strange look of embarrassment and angst swept its face.
' Alright, Pip, you can get off my flank now. I obviously see you. ' The milk chocolate chipmunk leaped off her, playful frustration sketched across its almond-shaped face. This was Pip, Spring's companion since birth. He looked as normal as any chipmunks in the forest. Small, bit pudgy round the edges, cheeks puffed with acorns and the sort. The one thing so very special about him was that he was intertwined with a cat, Springtide of LakeClan to be specific, to serve his friendship to her. She had to respect him and his species in the like, deciding against eating any chipmunks, or squirrels for that matter (might be his cousins - never know). Though the two couldn't really 'communicate' with each other, they could still understand what one was getting at from a variety of gestures.
Today, it appeared that Spring was insufficiently trying to give Pip the silent treatment by pretending he didn't exist. This, of course, was a mere joke of hers, but not that funny to her partner. Pip had been maddened when he had stepped in front of Spring jumping up and down, and she had not even looked at him before almost smashing him to the ground. So he had flung himself to her right side, assuming that she would grow aware of his presence. This failed to happen, so he had resorted to piercing her flank with his blunt, little teeth. After about an hour of all this nonsense, he finally realized she had been messing around with him, which brings us to right now.
' Oh, come on, Pip! Don't be such a grumpy chipmunk. I'm surprised you didn't catch on earlier. Are there no smart chipmunks in the forest anymore? ' Her eyes rolled back as a heavy sigh escaped her jaw, as if being serious. She barely glimpsed down to see the red face of Pip, arms flailing in wild anger. She laughed a while before laying her paw on the delicate rodent's head, patting him in a fashion. ' Just joking, ' she purred lightly before coming to her paws. Pip bounced up, landing on top of her head, chittering with his front teeth. ' Suppose it's getting dark, 'ey mate? ' she meowed, staring at the orange and pink sea of clouds as the sun fell in the lake. ' Best be off. ' She hurriedly picked up a plump water vole she caught that day, turning it around to a comfortable spot in her mouth before darting away, Pip clinging to her head.
C o d e . P h r a s e:
starlit sorrows. Though I find it kind of offensive how one would think someone wouldn't read the rules without code words.. Eh, doesn't really matter.[/font]
