Post by ADMIN~! on Aug 24, 2008 13:12:16 GMT -8
N a m e: Pinepaw [Pinewhisker]
G e n d e r: She-cat
A g e: Six moons
C l a n: HorizonClan
R a n k: Apprentice
I m a g e: img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/cypresswolf_101/a_cat_in_the_dark_by_Gigliotigrato.jpg
F a m i l y: Mother;; Oakface
Brother;; Flamepaw
Sister;; Pumpkinkit
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: img.photobucket.com/albums/v665/cypresswolf_101/Lady.jpg
C o m p a n i o n:
Lady the ladybug isn’t exactly a typical Companion, being an insect rather than the usual small mammal. Also, she‘s mute and rarely brings attention to herself. Quite like Pinepaw, she prefers to remain quiet and on the outskirts, though she will fly around frantically if she feels the needs for attention. Her and Pinepaw communicate through barely noticeable muscle movements, such as flicking an ear or gently squeezing her tail.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
A dark black and brown tabby she-cat with yellow-green eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
With a thin, lithe body, it’s obvious that the feisty she-cat was made for running and leaping over long distances; not only that, but it’s excellent for creeping through the underbrush. Her small size and ability to manoeuvre her body like a snake makes her near invisible. Her dark pelt, too, help with the camouflage and she’s a prime example of someone who is made for the forest.
Dark colours are what decorate her pelt with the black of shadows and browns of various trees. She’s short-haired and doesn’t make much for beauty, but she prefers it that way. Longer pelts are a hassle and give away one’s position too easily out in the woods. However with such a dark pelt, it’s hard for her to remain hidden in the eastern fields as she sticks out like a sore thumb.
Like most cats, Pinepaw’s eyes are a dusty yellow-green colour, pushing more on the amber side. They’re bright and curious, constantly flickering back and forth with energy. Rather unfortunately though, they‘re like window to her soul and express her emotions too clearly for her to lie. Masking sadness, or even excitement is nigh impossible for the small she-cat.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Since the beginning, as a generic and cardboard cutout of a kit, Pinepaw has evolved into a being of real emotion and fear. The basic, outermost of them is her fear for Pumpkinkit’s survival and admiration for Quaintpaw, but like all being, the emotions run deeper and in more lines. She desperately wants to please, and beats herself mentally at any thought of disappointing someone, especially one she loves or idolises, like Quaintpaw. She’s also, once known, a fun cat to be around with her natural curiosity and willingness to jump into nigh anything feet first.
For the most part however, Pinepaw is a fairly shy cat due to her apparent lack of socialization as a kit. Her brother and sister, twins and closer than mates often escaped the nursery to wreak havoc, leaving her behind. Even after meeting Quaintpaw, a tom who pretty much changed her life in the first words he spoke, she would rather sit on the sidelines and watch quietly. To those who know her and are friends, she is less of a silent misfit, but rather the bright creature who loves to jump into fun with no hesitations.
Despite her shyness, Pinepaw also has a natural ability for leadership, or at least she likes to be in charge quite often. For the most part she‘s fairly good with making the correct decisions and being fair, but sometimes things will get to her head and she can get snappish. She feels the need to be in control quite strongly, and hates being told what to do, though doesn‘t outwardly show it. She would rather brood on the inside.
H i s t o r y:
At the end of leafbare, Pinekit and her siblings were born to the elderly queen Oakface. Being at such an old age, it was surprising that their mother was able to give birth as easily as she did, but as expected, her kits were weak. The four kits, two she-cats and two toms, were frighteningly frail and weren‘t expected to live through the rest of winter; Salamanderkit, the largest of the four, fell ill with greencough and die in only a few days. Flamekit, Pumpkinkit and Pinekit sneezed and shivered through out it, but they pulled right through, much to the relief of Oakface.
It soon became apparent as they grew up that Flamekit and Pumpkinkit, twins, were closer than close and extreme mischief makers at that. At hardly three months old, they were always escaping the watchful eye of their mother and leaving the nursery to wander around camp. As they got older, they ventured even further, going out into the forest, and leaving behind they dark-furred sister Pinekit. Even Palekit, the only cat of his litter, rarely stayed behind to converse with her, preferring to scamper off with the other two.
Oftentimes Pinekit felt very sorry for herself, being stuck in the nursery without the courage to go with the rest of the kits. She was pretty much left on her lonesome, as Oakface wasn’t around quite a bit, instead scouring the forest angrily for her lost kits. In ways to amuse herself, Pinekit often conversed with her Companion Lady, though there was never any response, chasing after leaves, watching the forest grow or observing the rest of the clan life.
Watching the clan fascinated Pinekit to no end, and she would sit just outside the nursery for hours as she followed the lives on the warriors and apprentices. She dreamed of the day when she would escape the lonely days of being a kit and having the ability to roam the forest at her pleasure. Of course, she also dreamed of the day when she would finally have the courage to make a friend.
Being shy and a kit, Pinekit didn‘t expect that day to come anytime soon, but much to her surprise, at the age of five months, it did come. It was a normal day, sunny in weather and quiet due to her siblings being out again. However, unlike usual, she didn‘t want to watch the clan or play by herself; she was feeling restless and needed to do something. Seized by a sudden urge, she left the nursery and padded over to the apprentice den where she met Quaintpaw. Though a quiet and rather lonesome tom, Quaintpaw and Pinekit hit it off fairly well just on the one day. Being lonely, Pinekit automatically bonded to Quaintpaw with slight physical attractions.
Somehow, Pinekit was able to worm through Quaintpaw’s emotional barrier and the two decided to sneak out of the camp to train together. It was the first time out of the camp for Pinekit, though she wasn’t allowed, and se was excitedly throughout the entire trek, though a little scared. After a while of traveling, the two arrived at a willow tree that the tom called Willow Grave.. He explained the history behind it and the meaning it had to him, which was surprisingly significant. Obviously, the kit had more of an impact on him than he realised.
After entering the clearing in the willow branches, the two started on different techniques used in battle. Pinekit was excited of course, but quickly because overwhelmed while Quaintpaw’s enthusiasm skyrocketed into skills too advanced for the kitten. She desperately tried to understand and please the older tom, but being blind and extremely perceptive, he backed off and they started on the basics. As the training progressed, Pinekit quickly got frustrated that should wasn’t able to attack the other, though he didn’t have an unfair advantage of being able to sense her muscle movement and feel her pawsteps from the earth.
After being thwarted several times with different, but expected attacks, Pinekit finally became frustrated and demanded that Quaintpaw teach her how to read the earth and sense things before they happened. At first he was reluctant, thinking she would never be able to do it, but eventually agreed, noticing her eagerness to learn and intelligence. By this point though, the day had worn thin and it was time to go home. He told her to leave first, so they wouldn’t be seen together.
After their session together, Pinekit’s thoughts were quickly filled with the tom, showing how perceptive she was and betraying her sudden adoration for him. Technically, he was the only one that really talked to her, since her twins usually left camp on their own to wreak havoc throughout the forest. She embraced the idea whole-heartedly and daydreamed about him while she was stuck in the nursery, his serious personality and dark eyes fascinating her to no end. During her time in the nursery however, her sister fell ill, coughing up blood and her body sudden paralysing. Oakface quickly brought Pumpkinkit to the nursery while Pinekit battled with herself, wondering if she should break her grounding or not. In the end, the worry for her sister won over and the dark tabby followed her mother.
Realise that this was a crucial step in Pinekit’s development, as upon entering the Medicine Den she realised that the path of a warrior was definitely made for her, and in desperation by her mother, she was sent out of the camp to fetch catmint. Being a kit, she had never been out before, save the one time with Quaintpaw. However, worried for her sister she quickly obeyed and scampered off to find a former denmate, Palepaw. Once she found him, they escaped into the forest.
The way to the catmint was fairly uneventful, except for the obvious worrying over Pumpkinkit and fear of the large, unknown forest. It was the journey back that proved to be change for Pinekit, as she led the way back home and met up with some rogues and her brother. Upon meeting the two rogues and Flamekit, there was a happy reunion, of which Pinekit finally understood that her brother really did love her. However, Pumpkinkit’s life was still on the line and Pinekit quickly ordered the new comers to help carry back the catmint and some moss, not caring that they were from.
After that episode, not much passed save for the occasional training session with Quaintpaw, and the nervous resting in the nursery. Pinekit was desperately worried for Pumpkinkit, though there was no change in her health. They were sisters after all, even if they hadn’t conversed much. After a long month of waiting, Pinekit was finally made an apprentice with her brother Flamekit. Pumpkinkit, being ill, was not, and both Pinepaw and Flamepaw feel immensely guilty. However, for Pinepaw, it was the dawn of a new beginning.
O v e r a l l:
Being the last of her litter, Pinekit was often left by her lonesome self in the nursery. Her siblings, Flamekit and Pumpkinkit, often escaped the nursery to spread terror through the forest while she stayed at camp like an obedient kit. With no one to play with, she had to find other ways to amuse herself, a task she was able to succeed at for the most part. Like the rest of her litter, she has an insatiable curiosity, but finds it can be satisfied by watching the rest of the clan, rather than wandering outside the camp boundaries. She loves just sitting outside the nursery, observing the life of HorizonClan and dreaming about when she'll be a warrior. However, as calm and placid as the kit may seem, she actually holds a mountain of bitterness against Flamekit and Pumpkinkit for leaving her behind and excluding her from their crazy antics. She resents their close bond and the attention they get from their mother. They are twins with fire-coloured pelts and white socks whereas she is darker with a black and brown tabby pelt that’s splashed with the occasional bit of tan. Her eyes are vivid yellow-green, a normal hue for clan cats, but with unusual brightness; she is clearly different than them in not only personality, but appearance. Her Companion is a brilliant red ladybug who is promptly named Lady. She doesn't speak, and Pinekit often wonders if her only loyal friend was born mute; no matter the condition though, the two hold fast and draw upon each other for strength.
S a m p l e:
With adrenaline still pounding through his ears, Eddie stepped towards the bathroom with his hand firmly on the doorknob. He was so done, so ready to just let go that he did. He let down all his barriers, making the near-fatal mistake of thinking the man on the floor was just as done as he, and wouldn’t be up again to challenge the warning. However, as the God went to go close the door, he heard a faint whisper and a click, and his heightened sense rammed into full gear painfully, and he whirled his head around to see a gun pointing in his direction. His face stayed carefully neutral as he tried to fling himself out of the way, but the bullet caught him just under the right shoulder blade, cutting through his body. It ricocheted off the urinal and onto the floor, while Eddie fell into the doorframe, holding onto both sides with his hands in a death grip. It felt like the Nightside trains had caught him from behind without slowing; even though a God, pain was still as real as anything else. His body convulsed, but didn’t cry out, even as his legs suddenly gave out and collapsed underneath him. He would never give the satisfaction of crying out, not to anybody. Fresh blood trickled down his shirt front, and he stared at it was remorseful eyes. After being bathed in the blood of others for so long, he doubted he had any of his own; it would all be of his victims, mixed in screams of horror.
Holding his breath, trying to save further pain, Razor Eddie carefully turned his body around to face his attacker and the ghostly grey face stared into the other’s eyes. His previous madness, the sudden energy he had acquired was gone and all that was left was the usual distant calmness, though an air of annoyance remained. “I don’t care,” he said in his low, controlled voice. “I’ve killed countless brothers, but I just don’t give a damn. Sisters, mothers, fathers, friends. I’ve killed them all. You’re just another cockroach in this world, begging to be stepped on, exactly the same as every other damned fool in the Nightside. I gave you a chance.” His normally rasping breathing were great groans now, unhealthy sounding and hard on the ears. The pain in his chest was lessening, thank the heavens. Though he could still feel the deadened weight, being a creature not of that world had it’s benefits, extremely quick healing being one. It would be at least tomorrow before he could no longer feel it, but already it was just oozing, instead of gushing.
Just as he was straightening, ignoring the grunts and unsteadiness of his legs, a loud and cheerful singing could be heard just outside the bar. Alex, who was beating at a hole in the wall by the door, stopped and looked out the darkened windows in confusion and irritation. The mouse took the pause as a time to escape, and quickly scampered across the bar to another hole that led deep in the dreaded cellars of Strangefellows. The barkeeper ignored the creature on good measure, muttering under his breath, “who the hell is singing pop?” while Eddie looked up, recognising the voice. He didn’t know whether he should be pleased or not, so he stayed in between as the door opened to reveal a pretty little girl in her earlier twenties, smiling happily. She had short blonde hair that was brushed to cute perfection just behind the large ram horns that curled around her ears. Her eyes were a warm honey colour that radiated sincerity and charm, and were set off by a healthy complexion of pink-tinged skin. She was short with a fairly shapeless body, but still managed to look attractive in her plain white turtleneck sweater and jean short-shorts. In her dainty hand she held a loaf of bread on a shiny blue package, and Alex groaned audibly.
“Sweet Lucifer, when did we start putting up posters for the ones so sweet you could choke on?”
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