Post by Pounce on Dec 9, 2006 9:41:31 GMT -5
Name: Pounce of Wild cat
Gender: She-cat
Age: 21 seasons (5 years and 3 months
Tribe: Tribe of Owls
Rank: Well I'ld like to try out for healer
Appearance: Pounce is a very petit cat, infact she's one of those cats where you just look at her and you wonder how she's even survived as long as she has. She's a sandy colored cat with brown markings, the most peculiar of which is a marking on her face that looks suspiciously like glasses. In human terms they would say the cat looked fit to be a librarian, stereotypically speaking. Other that that she's rather plain looking, almost unaturally thin she looks like if you just touched her you could snap her in half. Some cats swear her bones are hollow and that if you gave her wings she could fly.
Personality: She's very quite and preferes to keep to herself, however in the pressance of cats she knows she'll become the loudest one there. When there's nothing going on or no cats are around she doesn't mind though she'll simply seculde herself somewhere she can think by herself withoutmuch chance of interuption. On the other end of the spectrum when she's not busy she likes to sit around with large groups of cats (preferably that she knows) and chat and entertain them. She's even been known to throw the occainsional party (for lack of a better word).
History: She was bor to a pair of lovestruck rouges who could almost care less that they had even had a kit. Some say it was this sort of abandonment as a kit that made Pounce so smart. They were in a rouge clan and for some reason the markings on her face didn't show up until she was the right age for a to-be. The supersticious rouges tossed her out of their group and she was on her own. (I hope this part is alright with you Spiral.)) After wandering a little over a month and catching what prey she could she found a place called the rouge hotel. There she learned how to read and write the cat language, she even learned a few recipies from the hotel owner. This was when she began her carreer as a sort of historian if you will. She eventually stumbled upon the tribe of owls when she was plently old enough to be considered a prey-hunter. Now that she's got a perminate place to stay she's started quite the collection of books.
Roleplay Example: ((Dunno how long this hasta be, but here goes.))
Pounce was off on her own again, to her favorite place int he pine forest that she was sure only she knew of, though chances are cats passed the place often they just never noticed it. she soon arrived and sighed happily at the sound of the small babbling run off from Lily-pad Lake. She found her spot between two enormous roots of what must have been the only oak tree in the area. No doubtly planted by a two-legged, she tohught everytime she came here.
The brook, although small, caused just enough of a break int he trees that she could look at the sky and watch the clouds going by or the changing color of they sky as the sun set or rose. It was particularly beautiful here when the stars were out. She grinned and cozied into her little nook and began pondering all the things that needed pondering: Why did the sky change colors int he morning and evening, just what is the point of life, and what would the tribe of soaring look like if they appeared on earth. Of course most of her wondering were on unfounded grounds and rather mere curious questions than anything else.
After quite a few hours she stood and stretched, that was enough for one day. Besides surely the owltribe cats would be missing her by now. Or were they? Either way it was time to get back to camp, she had prey hunting duties later this evening and there was just enough time to get back and take a nap before she would have to do that.
Picture: I might have one up in a few days, 'til then, oh well.
Other: Eh, nothign at the moment. ^_^
Gender: She-cat
Age: 21 seasons (5 years and 3 months
Tribe: Tribe of Owls
Rank: Well I'ld like to try out for healer
Appearance: Pounce is a very petit cat, infact she's one of those cats where you just look at her and you wonder how she's even survived as long as she has. She's a sandy colored cat with brown markings, the most peculiar of which is a marking on her face that looks suspiciously like glasses. In human terms they would say the cat looked fit to be a librarian, stereotypically speaking. Other that that she's rather plain looking, almost unaturally thin she looks like if you just touched her you could snap her in half. Some cats swear her bones are hollow and that if you gave her wings she could fly.
Personality: She's very quite and preferes to keep to herself, however in the pressance of cats she knows she'll become the loudest one there. When there's nothing going on or no cats are around she doesn't mind though she'll simply seculde herself somewhere she can think by herself withoutmuch chance of interuption. On the other end of the spectrum when she's not busy she likes to sit around with large groups of cats (preferably that she knows) and chat and entertain them. She's even been known to throw the occainsional party (for lack of a better word).
History: She was bor to a pair of lovestruck rouges who could almost care less that they had even had a kit. Some say it was this sort of abandonment as a kit that made Pounce so smart. They were in a rouge clan and for some reason the markings on her face didn't show up until she was the right age for a to-be. The supersticious rouges tossed her out of their group and she was on her own. (I hope this part is alright with you Spiral.)) After wandering a little over a month and catching what prey she could she found a place called the rouge hotel. There she learned how to read and write the cat language, she even learned a few recipies from the hotel owner. This was when she began her carreer as a sort of historian if you will. She eventually stumbled upon the tribe of owls when she was plently old enough to be considered a prey-hunter. Now that she's got a perminate place to stay she's started quite the collection of books.
Roleplay Example: ((Dunno how long this hasta be, but here goes.))
Pounce was off on her own again, to her favorite place int he pine forest that she was sure only she knew of, though chances are cats passed the place often they just never noticed it. she soon arrived and sighed happily at the sound of the small babbling run off from Lily-pad Lake. She found her spot between two enormous roots of what must have been the only oak tree in the area. No doubtly planted by a two-legged, she tohught everytime she came here.
The brook, although small, caused just enough of a break int he trees that she could look at the sky and watch the clouds going by or the changing color of they sky as the sun set or rose. It was particularly beautiful here when the stars were out. She grinned and cozied into her little nook and began pondering all the things that needed pondering: Why did the sky change colors int he morning and evening, just what is the point of life, and what would the tribe of soaring look like if they appeared on earth. Of course most of her wondering were on unfounded grounds and rather mere curious questions than anything else.
After quite a few hours she stood and stretched, that was enough for one day. Besides surely the owltribe cats would be missing her by now. Or were they? Either way it was time to get back to camp, she had prey hunting duties later this evening and there was just enough time to get back and take a nap before she would have to do that.
Picture: I might have one up in a few days, 'til then, oh well.
Other: Eh, nothign at the moment. ^_^
