Post by winged on Apr 7, 2010 14:32:31 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
Wingedheart[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
she-cat[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
41 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
Thunderclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
deputy[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Wingedheart is a lithe orange tabby with hazel eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Wingedheart is built smaller than most Thunderclanners are, and looks almost delicate, though assuming that just because she's petite must mean that she's weak would be a bad idea. She's slender and pretty, with well-groomed fur and a healthy sheen to her pelt. Wingedheart takes good care of herself and doesn't let her attractiveness go to waste. She keeps herself in very good shape and is surprisingly muscular under that pretty fur and small frame. One would look at her and think that she's been skipping a few meals, but a fight with her would reveal that Wingedheart's never been in better shape. Her limbs are long and her paws small, though they hide a deadly weaponry of stained white-colored claws. Her tail is long as well, providing good balance when running or climbing trees.[/sub]
Wingedheart has a very pretty face too, with big bright eyes that are very expressive and passionate. They are very much the windows to her soul, turning light hazel, almost golden whenever she's happy and darkening to amber when angry or upset. Flecks of green are there occasionally, for her eyes change almost as much as her temper does. She's a regular firecracker and you can tell by looking into her eyes, which are deepset in her face and rather round. Her ears are big too and very sensitive. Her whiskers are long and white, a stark contrast to the orange fur on her cheeks. She has a single fang that hangs down from her mouth, giving her an almost lopsided and rather cute appearance, one that doesn't make her look very dangerous, though you probably shouldn't tell that to her face.
Wingedheart is classified as a tabby, thanks to the markings on her face and body. She has light orange splotches covering her back, sides, shoulders, and flanks, as well as reaching down her tail and onto her face, like paint that was splattered all over her delicate body. White appears on her belly and throat. It reaches up her chin and curls above her mouth and onto her nose, where it rests, just below the wave of orange fur that resumes on her cheeks and along her jawline. Her tail is tipped with a tuft of white fur, one that's rather distracting when she's waving her tail around. Her paws are also white. The stripes are a darker orange, almost a light clay-hued red, and smear down her sides in small jagged lines. They appear in the normal 'v' marks on her forehead, like all tabbies, and on the back of her ears, as well as coiling around her long tail and legs. She has a noticeable scar running down the side of her chest and just behind her leg to end behind her second rib. It is courtesy of a fox attack.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Wingedheart is a talented she-cat, first and foremost. She tends to come in a snarky and sarcastic package, because she doesn't want to seem weak or easily dismissed. Her talent comes in her ability to read other cats and know how they are feeling by the way they react to her. She tends to come across as pushy sometimes, because Wingedheart has a habit of caring a little too much as to why you aren't responding to her questions. She likes to talk and is an extravert, enjoying being around other cats and liking their company. She makes friends fairly easily, as she is friendly and easy to talk to, making conversation up by herself if she can see that you don't want to talk. Wingedheart is compassionate and doesn't like to see others get hurt. She stands up for others and is very possessive of her friends and family. Mess with them and you mess with her.[/sub]
Wingedheart is, despite her firecracker attitude that pops up when you get in her face, a cautious cat. She doesn't jump into battles quickly, though action and fighting are two things she tends to enjoy. She tries to be diplomatic first, thinking the least bloodshed the better, and is usually successful when trying to talk things out. She is down-to-earth and introspective, seeing herself for who she is. She knows that she tends to overdo it a little and will catch herself in the act of going tempermental over someone, keeping her angry words to herself in an attempt not to completely lose her head. She has a hefty temper so when she's really angry, then everyone within three miles will know about it, but Wingedheart hates being angry and hates getting into fights with cats she cares about, so she bottles her emotions up and tries to keep it all to herself. The she-cat isn't very open about herself and would rather talk about you instead, because getting out of her comfort zone scares her.
While, when it comes to tactics and battles, Wingedheart tends to look before she leaps, she's been too quick to put her faith in cats before, and has gained a rather pessimistic view because of it. She doesn't easily trust now, despite her caring nature, and would rather someone earn her trust than give it away like a party favor. She's a get-down-to-business kind of girl and doesn't take crap from anyone. She may be casual, but Wingedheart doesn't just let cats walk over her. If she thinks someone needs to straighten you out, then she will do that herself, and no help is needed, thank you. Wingedheart takes everything with a grain of salt and is cautious when it comes to giving away her trust and battle strategies, but doesn't seem like it at first sight, since she acts friendly and forward when relaxed and "at-ease". But she takes relationships and her job as deputy very seriously, so it's always best not to get in her way when she's thinking.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Father: Twistedfoot(large brown tabby with broken leg)[/sub]
Mother: Songbird(pretty she-cat with blue eyes)
Brother(s): Charmtongue
Sister(s): n/a
Friends: Barkstar, etc.
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
It was a lovely day for sure, with all its hues of purple and pink, though Haresight couldn't be sure if the tree he was studying with concentration and mild interest was actually those swirling pretty colors that he did enjoy looking at, or if the tree's many leaves were just green and brown, like they were when he looked at them a different way. Sometimes he could turn the colors on and off, sometimes they stayed in a way that let him loose in a world filled to the brink with color, texture, and words that were happiness-inducing. This world was one that he enjoyed, sometimes more so than the one that all of his friends existed him, for Haresight was a traveler of worlds, and he knew that none of his friends could go to the places that he went with ease. This knowledge didn't make him proud or anything, though he was quite happy about his ability. It didn't make him vain, only accepting of the fact that his strangeness was unmatched in creativity.[/sub]
Nonetheless, there were noises that were disturbing him and as he turned, and watched the trees swirl quietly around in his vision, Haresight felt the world of his friends return, the one where trees stayed green and the sun actually did stop shining, if only to return the next day. His jaws opened wide in a yawn, not at all disconcerted by the sudden and drastic changes that seemed to emerge right before his eyes. Everything was colored a shade of green, yellow, or brown which was rather boring, if you asked him. Haresight did like his World, not just because it held colors of the bright and interesting variety, but it never failed to surprise him with dazzling new things to talk to and things to puzzle over. He didn't mind the constantly changing atmosphere quite as much as he did the occasional vertigo it brought him. Nor did most cats around him's inability to understand just what his World was. Haresight didn't know himself, and wasn't really sure he wanted to. He just liked the relaxing affect it had, and being able to spend time in a world where it was just himself and the vividness of nature.
But today, he could smell many cats on the air and went to investigate, brushing through the grass with careless ease and not even bothering to hide the sound of his footsteps, if only because he wasn't paying much attention to his surroundings. A rabbit in his World had told him that he really ought to try not to be so oblivious, but Haresight preferred it, really. He hadn't gotten jumped yet and there was no reason why he couldn't just walk and think at the same time. If he got injured, the medicine cat could patch him up; there wasn't much need to worry about getting hurt because he wasn't paying attention. Cats got hurt when they were paying attention all the time, so Haresight didn't see the point in worrying when he was probably just going to sprain his paw eventually anyway. Haresight tended to reason like this, but the tom's reasoning made sense to himself and that was all that mattered, really. Tripping along, stumbling over the occasional stick and hole, the tom managed to get himself into the place where many cats stood, so many that he had to take a quick look around and count.
They were discussing Honeywhisker and someone called the Alice, which sounded quite interesting. He pricked his ears at them and saw Doe enter the scene, though she looked a little pink around the edges from where he was standing. That was probably because he was slipping into the other place he liked to visit, because everything was swirling a little bit before it shuddered back into place and he blinked, eyes staying sharp and clear instead of going opaque. Well, shucks. Guess he wasn't going there at that moment. Remembering that he should greet everyone and that joining the conversation was a good idea, Haresight got down to reciting names and greetings, though he added his own words and tones, as always. "Honeywhisker, the Alice, whatever they are calling you these days!" He purred, dipping his head to her and then Doe, to whom he said, "Haven't seen you in ages, Queen. How does the royal larking go?" After all, her and her mate were probably on their own again, as when he'd left, her and the Red Queen hadn't seemed much closer to reconciling.
Flicking his gaze to the other three, his good friends, Haresight railed off his good greetings again, being the congenial cat that he was before joining their conversation, all with a relaxed ease and slightly vague smile. "Ticktock, my dear friend. And Cheshire, what a surprise! You do seem to have a thing for hanging off random trees, good boy, so it really oughtn't to be a surprise, finding you up there." He squinted up at the tom who perched in the tree, thinking that he'd seen that spectacle many a time before. And finally, "I propose planning ahead, Hourglass, my fellow, because you seem ever so slightly behind, whenever and wherever I see you." And to the conversation, "Ches, there is some truth to Ticktock's memories being stolen, perhaps they are gone, just like the time that Hourglass seems to keep losing. I for one, believe Honeywhisker to be Honeywhisker and the Alice to be the Alice, of course. Surely that is the answer to all questions?" He tipped his head, questioning.
