Post by whitefoot on Feb 7, 2009 11:46:45 GMT -5
Proudly Named ::
Goldshard
Young But Strong ::
19 Moons
The Femminine Touch ::
She-cat
.. I'm With ::
ShadowClan
Dirty Work ::
Warrior
Look In The Mirror ::
Goldshard is quite the gorgeous young she-cat, but all may not think that. She has billowing, silky, lengthy fur. Her pelt is a vibrant, eye-catching golden, and when it hits the light, it looks like a thousand glittering golden shard are shimmering in her fur. Goldshard's eyes are a slightly darker honeyish-amber color, and stand out against her vibrant coat. Her tail is soft and fox-like, which comes from her mother's many foxish features. Goldshard's face is rather long and pointed, and her ears are tall and perfectly triangular. Although, like most forest cats, she's quite skinny under all her smooth fur.
'Cause I've Got Per-sah-nall-ah-tay! ::
Goldshard, being raised in ShadowClan, was taught to fight back savagely and to be unmerciful and dark. And so she is; though, on the inside, she's actually quite soft, and doesn't agree with most cruel ShadowClanners. Her mask of sarcasm hides her kindly side, which is good, because she fears that her clan would not acknowledge her if she weren't sarcastic and strong. Goldshard has a soft spot for kits, and, no matter from what clan, she could never kill or harm a kit in any way. Not the slightest. And, although she would enjoy kits, most of the ShadowClan toms are extremely rude and obnoxious, so her dream of being a mother, is well, tiny.
What Was Will Never Be Again ::
Goldshard's father was a prime fighter in ShadowClan, though her mother was a pitiful loner who could barely even speak through her embarrassed stutters. Her mother insisted that, Goldshard, as an only kit, be taken into the clan where she could be taught the skills of survival and live a prospering life. Goldshard's father agreed, and took Goldshard to the nursery where he formed up the old 'found her in the marsh' story. And so, Goldshard grew up, thinking she was a full-blooded ShadowClanner, as her father never told her of her loner blood pumping through her veins before he passed to StarClan from age.
IC ::
Goldshard swiped at an enemy from a distance. These rogues just wouldn't give up, would they?! Suddenly, she saw a rogue carrying kits, that, apparently, were the rogue's. The patrol leader tackled into the rogue, sending it flying a few feet, and then he snatched up the kits. The patrol leader threw them at Goldshard's feet.
"Do them away, Goldshard!" He ordered angrily, now turning to deal with the rogue he had tossed.
Goldshard looked down at the kits with reluctant eyes. They were shrieking in fear and pain, and their cries echoed among the mangled battlefield.
'I knew I never belonged in ShadowClan, much less in a battlefield.' she thought, picking up the kits, and taking them towards ThunderClan territory.
Got Somethin' Else To Say? :: Goldshard is a prime hunter of birds and swift rodents, though a very poor up-close-and-personal combat fighter.