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Post by garnetrose on Aug 9, 2008 15:25:16 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name: [/glow]Garnetrose
[glow=green,2,300]Clan: [/glow]RougeClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position: [/glow]Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age: [/glow]36 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender: [/glow]Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Garnetrose is beautiful and petite for a RougeClan warrior. She is a very dark brown tabby with jet black stripes and dashes shashing across her body like tatoos, inked in pernamently not even to fade with time or death. Her paws, chest, underbelly, muzzle, and tailtip are pale white, not quite gray but not true white all at the same time. Her pelt is short and sleek, kept full-groomed even during a battle.
Garnetrose's etiquitte appearence mostly comes from her cloudy, garnet eyes, which gave her her name. They are beautiful and fierce, making them just plain menecing. This tabby outcast has many scars that gouge into her pelt with her stripes, telling the already harsh tale of the life of Garnetrose. She is small but a fierce fighter and stops at nothing to prove her worth in her Clan.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Garnetrose is more of a loner than a RougeClan warrior. Her elusive yet astonishing ayre gives this suspicious warrior a delicate coverup for the true cat she is on the inside. Her low-profile in the Clan is simply an illusion, an act of smoke and mirrors. She stands out in the crowd, not only with her more etiquette appearence than her personality deserves. She is a skilled speaker and mind-twister, giving her a cancelling effect on her reputation.
Yet Dark StarClan is slowly but surely shining down on Garnetrose. A, in her eyes, bright and ambitious future lies in her path of life and destiny. She is made from satan, hate, and darkness; as she shows in battle and when she sees necessary. She is a mystery to most cats, except the leader, medicine cat, and a few warriors that she befriended, most being dead or missing.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
The brown tabby warrior heard the tom reply that her will not fight her. That was not the reason for the recitement. "Don't you understand? The new moon is The Night of the Garnet Rose. I must recite that when I give something up. This time, it is the memory of my kin, good or bad, that have ever lived." The power of the sacrifice flowed into her, bringing a calmer, less anxious Garnetrose. Yet her eyes gave the true her, ambitious and lusted, as her mother so desperately tried to keep her from.
Her father was beginning to show in his daughter. He lived on in the young tabby who for so long sacrificed so much to leave his legacy. Now his spirit and the pernament mark he gave her was showing. Her eyes lost the fire and cooled to russet. "I am not here to fight. I can tell now you aren't a threat. An allie you are, Darkspiral. But trust is more than you will need."
"And so the she-cat walks the Night
Her father showing through
And the sacrifice is almost done
But she must prove herself.
The silent guard is fading off
Revealing the true cat in her
Sheathing through the dark
But not into light.
The guard still stands
Though it will not fight tonight
For the memory is fading
With the light."
Another verse was murmered, this time a prayer. Dark StarClan have spared her once again. And hopefully blessed her with her father's legacy removed from her heart. She looked in the creek, strength glittering in her deep russet eyes.
[glow=green,2,300]Code: [/glow]Blood |
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 9, 2008 15:31:50 GMT -5
Accepted. Beautiful bio, by the way.
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Post by STREAMY ?! on Aug 11, 2008 16:34:37 GMT -5
woot, rogueclan, AND an experienced RPer!
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Post by //Cindy// l u n a on Aug 12, 2008 10:15:28 GMT -5
I know, right? I was dying of happiness when I read it. lol!
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