Post by shadowthunder on Dec 21, 2006 22:55:26 GMT -5
Name:
Basilpaw
Age:
7 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Position:
Apprentice
Clan:
ShadowClan
Picture:
Appearance:
In many ways does Basilpaw resembles her brother. In fact, the only real noticeable difference is their eye color. Her eyes are bright green. This she-cat has a pelt of chocolate coloring, which has the faintest of stripes across it. Her breed is of the Himbur species, and thus, is shorthaired and wiry. Basilpaw's thin tail is a burnt coal shade of brown and matches perfectly with her feet, which are the same coloration. Another difference between Basilpaw and Thymepaw is that her lower jaw is colored of the purest ivory, along with her chest. Her steps are always smooth and connected, like that of a ballerina, unlike the stiff, awkward steps of her brother. Her face looks like that of a Siamese and has the burnt coal color as well, along with her ears. Basilpaw's ears always seem erect and are exquisitely sharp, rather than the average rounded ears of the other forest cats.
Personality:
Basilpaw is quite the hyperactive apprentice. She is what one would call a 'social butterfly' and is willing to befriend any cat, even if they don’t like her. This, however, shows Basilpaw’s flaw. She is extremely naïve and doesn't always see the coldness of the world as the wiser cats do. She doesn't seem to notice when other cats tell her off either. This makes Basilpaw seem very annoying to certain cats. This apprentice doesn't mind, though. She will chat with anyone who's near enough to notice her. Basilpaw also has a seemingly short attention span, which doesn't help her when she tries to learn warrior skills. She often forgets what she's learned. She hardly ever gets angry. This trait is very helpful when she is having an argument. Usually Basilpaw counters the other's words with cheerful smiles. This is what attracts cats to Basilpaw. Besides that, she is kind-hearted and doesn't particularly like to fight for real. She will play fight every now and then. Secretly, though, Basilpaw hopes to stay an apprentice forever because she doesn't want to deal with the serious problems of the clan just yet. Basilpaw is an enigma for those who aren't at the same cheerfulness level as her, but she will always be an oddball to her clan. Basilpaw doesn't mind. She likes her life and loves her clan!
Origin:
Basilpaw was born into ShadowClan along with Thymekit and Sablekit. Well, around the time of their birth, a horrible plague of green cough swept over the clan and many of the newborn kits died. This included Sablekit, whom had only been a moon old. One day, when Basilkit and Thymekit were about 4 moons old their father, Prideheart, came into camp with a small number of other cats. They reeked of rogue scent. Prideheart had actually been born into a family of rogues, but was given to ShadowClan by his father. The cats in ShadowClan had never completely trusted him, and so he decided to go back with the rogues to attack ShadowClan. ShadowClan won the battle and Prideheart was exiled from the clan that he’d grown up in. Basilkit was less effected by it than Thymekit, who was a little distraught. This made a few cats untrusting of them, but Basilkit, being her loveable self, ignored them and focused herself on training and looking after her brother.
RP Example:(From warriors site)
Another cat had decided to join the DarkTribers at this meeting. His pelt flashed elegantly as he sauntered towards the group of cats already assembled. His sapphire eyes danced with the thought of a battle lingering in his mind. He himself held no particular grudge against any member of LightTribe, however, they were disposable and that alone gave him the reason for wanting to kill.
Idris glanced about the group of DarkTribers and then moved his gaze up towards the current leader of this band of sin baring cats, Harpy. He could see the glimmer in her eyes that told him she was thinking of LightTribe in the same manner that she always had. Idris felt a twinge of anger at the she-cat. Who was she to tell him when to come and when to leave? This feeling ebbed quickly however, and Idris slowly padded past Desire. He sat down upon his haunches, a fanged smirk clearly visible on his muzzle.
"So, Harpy, what does the 'Oh so great' leader of DarkTribe have to tell today?" Idris's words dripped with sarcasm and aloofness.
He felt that Harpy, Sin of Envy, was still not suited to fully lead the tribe. Of course, he himself had no interest of leading this band either. Idris held the gaze of the leader. This tribe can be as trivial as the fools in LightTribe. The tom remarked in his mind. He did not feel leaving the tribe was necessary, however. He remembered Faun, who he had refused to call mother anymore. She was also a fool who left the tribe and eventually suffered for it. I will not be as mouse-brained as to make her stupid mistakes.
Basilpaw
Age:
7 Moons
Gender:
She-cat
Position:
Apprentice
Clan:
ShadowClan
Picture:
Appearance:
In many ways does Basilpaw resembles her brother. In fact, the only real noticeable difference is their eye color. Her eyes are bright green. This she-cat has a pelt of chocolate coloring, which has the faintest of stripes across it. Her breed is of the Himbur species, and thus, is shorthaired and wiry. Basilpaw's thin tail is a burnt coal shade of brown and matches perfectly with her feet, which are the same coloration. Another difference between Basilpaw and Thymepaw is that her lower jaw is colored of the purest ivory, along with her chest. Her steps are always smooth and connected, like that of a ballerina, unlike the stiff, awkward steps of her brother. Her face looks like that of a Siamese and has the burnt coal color as well, along with her ears. Basilpaw's ears always seem erect and are exquisitely sharp, rather than the average rounded ears of the other forest cats.
Personality:
Basilpaw is quite the hyperactive apprentice. She is what one would call a 'social butterfly' and is willing to befriend any cat, even if they don’t like her. This, however, shows Basilpaw’s flaw. She is extremely naïve and doesn't always see the coldness of the world as the wiser cats do. She doesn't seem to notice when other cats tell her off either. This makes Basilpaw seem very annoying to certain cats. This apprentice doesn't mind, though. She will chat with anyone who's near enough to notice her. Basilpaw also has a seemingly short attention span, which doesn't help her when she tries to learn warrior skills. She often forgets what she's learned. She hardly ever gets angry. This trait is very helpful when she is having an argument. Usually Basilpaw counters the other's words with cheerful smiles. This is what attracts cats to Basilpaw. Besides that, she is kind-hearted and doesn't particularly like to fight for real. She will play fight every now and then. Secretly, though, Basilpaw hopes to stay an apprentice forever because she doesn't want to deal with the serious problems of the clan just yet. Basilpaw is an enigma for those who aren't at the same cheerfulness level as her, but she will always be an oddball to her clan. Basilpaw doesn't mind. She likes her life and loves her clan!
Origin:
Basilpaw was born into ShadowClan along with Thymekit and Sablekit. Well, around the time of their birth, a horrible plague of green cough swept over the clan and many of the newborn kits died. This included Sablekit, whom had only been a moon old. One day, when Basilkit and Thymekit were about 4 moons old their father, Prideheart, came into camp with a small number of other cats. They reeked of rogue scent. Prideheart had actually been born into a family of rogues, but was given to ShadowClan by his father. The cats in ShadowClan had never completely trusted him, and so he decided to go back with the rogues to attack ShadowClan. ShadowClan won the battle and Prideheart was exiled from the clan that he’d grown up in. Basilkit was less effected by it than Thymekit, who was a little distraught. This made a few cats untrusting of them, but Basilkit, being her loveable self, ignored them and focused herself on training and looking after her brother.
RP Example:(From warriors site)
Another cat had decided to join the DarkTribers at this meeting. His pelt flashed elegantly as he sauntered towards the group of cats already assembled. His sapphire eyes danced with the thought of a battle lingering in his mind. He himself held no particular grudge against any member of LightTribe, however, they were disposable and that alone gave him the reason for wanting to kill.
Idris glanced about the group of DarkTribers and then moved his gaze up towards the current leader of this band of sin baring cats, Harpy. He could see the glimmer in her eyes that told him she was thinking of LightTribe in the same manner that she always had. Idris felt a twinge of anger at the she-cat. Who was she to tell him when to come and when to leave? This feeling ebbed quickly however, and Idris slowly padded past Desire. He sat down upon his haunches, a fanged smirk clearly visible on his muzzle.
"So, Harpy, what does the 'Oh so great' leader of DarkTribe have to tell today?" Idris's words dripped with sarcasm and aloofness.
He felt that Harpy, Sin of Envy, was still not suited to fully lead the tribe. Of course, he himself had no interest of leading this band either. Idris held the gaze of the leader. This tribe can be as trivial as the fools in LightTribe. The tom remarked in his mind. He did not feel leaving the tribe was necessary, however. He remembered Faun, who he had refused to call mother anymore. She was also a fool who left the tribe and eventually suffered for it. I will not be as mouse-brained as to make her stupid mistakes.
