Goldenpool-Deputy- « Thread Started on Jul 10, 2008, 4:23pm »
Name Goldenpool
Clan NightClan
Rank Deputy
Gender She-cat
Age 34 moons
Eye Color A pair of eyes is not quite complete without a second set. The eye color of this specific she-cat is harder to explain than most will give credit for. Although they are technically the color of blue, they are so rich in color and tone that they take on a violet hue. These are her trademark, and are quite rare within the cats of the forest. She isn’t afraid of showing off her curious iris’, either. They are part of what makes Goldenpool so unforgettable, the other part is her quite large personality. Then again, there is a second pair of identical eyes that haunt the forest.
Pelt Color
A heart of gold accompanies a pelt of gold. Silken pelt covers the entire bodice of the fair cat. It is the color of deep bronze at the back, fading to a more appropriate tone of gold. Her underbelly is almost white, but is actually a pale color of cream. Deep chocolate spots, not dissimilar to those of a leopard, fleck her back and body. These soon fade to stripes on her legs and tail. Her entire body seems to shine like the sun, for Goldenpool is the opposite of her sister, Eclipse who is the moon.
Build
Identical to her sister, Goldenpool appears to be a golden form of her sister Eclipse. It isn’t correct to say that Goldenpool is a small cat, but she isn’t especially large. Narrowly built, she takes on almost a delicate appearance, but looks are quite deceiving. Lithely muscled, she is like a sprinter with long legs and a sculpted body. With long legs, she is a fairly slender creature. Although a bit on the petite side, Goldenpool is made out of pure muscle.
Personality
Goldenpool is a ture sweetheart, it has never been in her nature to do any harm to another wolf unless provoked. She has long been a motherly soul, often tending to those in need. Goldenpool has a strong sense of judgement and will take it upon herself to try and prove the right from the wrong. Kindhearted, she finds it difficult to order creatures around, forcing her to become something of a pushover. Although stubborn in the face of danger, she would rather save lives that fight in a battle for terratory. A true diplomat, she sees fighting as a last resort. Rather, she would use her wit to win a fight. Incredibly intelligent, she is a deep thinker, and often appears stoic to her clanmates when she is really just lost in her own thoughts.
Oh, what a tangled web little Miss Goldenpool is. She’s a mixture of pure logic with bits of quirky imagination tossed into the mix. Nothing is ever calm, always moving, always waiting for the right moment to surprise you. Sure, she seems like just a pretty face, but wait ‘till she jumps out and bites you in the ass for saying something about her behind. Having a little attitude is never a problem, but when you expose it to the world, and have a profession relying on you being feminine, you’re basically branded the black sheep. Unfortunately for this little cookie, she’s the outcast of the bunch. Goldenpool wasn’t ever really the ideal child, she was always too skinny, too frail to participate in any physical activity. She was always too smart for her own good, and was constantly called a know-it-all in her old home. Sure, her brain was able to retain most of what her ears sucked in, but it wasn’t like she was a Einstein of some sort. Goldenpool always has her nose in a book, coming off as snobbish and thinking that she is way too good for anyone else. She’s got this confident air about her, a little sparkle that is noticeable to all living creatures. A brightness burns from within her, a little island of happiness away from all the hate.
Goldenpool is eternally happy, most of the time. She wears a smile on her face, even if things aren’t exactly going her way. “The world doesn’t want to see my troubles,” she constantly reminds herself. Instead, she wears a mask, something that she has painted on herself over the years, a false smile that could be truly genuine. Although expressing herself though written words is a simple task to Alouette, voicing her opinions is a category that she falters in. Constantly unsure of herself, Goldenpool is prone to second guessing her opinions and self decisions. She is a leader, not a follower, but she is always a loner. Although still young physically, she jokes with people that she is old at heart. Naïve, she believes that she has experienced everything she needs to, and instead of asking for help, she does it on her own. Breaking away from the crowd came naturally to her, you see, and she never really had ‘friends’, and her interest in creatures with a ‘y’ chromosome and actually talking to people her age has come as a shock to her peers.
Arrogant and a little standoffish, she rarely lets anyone get too close to her. Allowing people into her life has always been a hard thing, and she doesn’t accept that things aren’t perfect, like in all of the old stories. A true romantic, she’s swept off her feet by many a stray brute. They are an enigma to her, a glorious creation that never seem to look her way twice. Unfortunately for them, her hearts already taken. Permanently. With low self esteem and self worth, she doubts herself constantly. Her mind questions her, tests her, and she can’t get it to stop. On the outside, she is collected, calm, but rarely is she stoic inside.
Bold and edgy, Goldenpool rarely falls behind in anything. She's sharp as a tack and quick as a whip. Little escapes her notice and she's entirely detail oriented. A perfectionist with a little bit of obsessive compulsive disorder, she's got an eye for what's the best. Quick to judge a person, she doesn't make friends easily. A tad bit bitter, she's easy to anger and a bit bitter towards egocentric cats. Although her exterior is hard and cold and shiny, she's got quite the golden heart. Extremely selfless, she wishes to make other's happy before she goes off and does what she wants to do. Never does she intentionally insult someone, it just comes out wrong. Sweet to those she's close to, she's a loyal friend and a hardy companion.
Mate/Crush
TBA
Kits
Tigerpaw, tom Rosepaw, she-cat (Fathered by Apocalypse)
“I don’t like to talk about my past very much. But I suppose if you listen well, then I won’t have to repeat it any time soon. It breaks my heart to speak of what has happened, what has spiraled out of control. I could have saved her from the darkness that consumed her mind, I know I could’ve. Although I know that I can only lick the wounds I received from a past better, I know that all can see the scars. I am not one to show a personal problem to the public, but it is inevitable that Silverstream is still alive. And she will be back, I can feel it.
I was born to NightClan, thus, I am a clan born cat. I am true of heart and loyalty. Although I feel as though there isn’t much difference between a Clan born and a non-Clan born cat, I feel as though the blood of the fight runs perhaps a little thicker in a Clan cat. My sister proves this. She was a Clan cat, but now hunts with the rogues. The last time I saw her, she was running away from me, pregnant and heartbroken. I know that I took something from her that didn’t belong, but it was what was right. My mother was Whisperwing, a small queen of the Clan. She is who my sister takes after, a little dark minded and a beautiful silver coloring. My father was Reedclaw, a warrior who’s bronze and gold tones I inherited. I suppose I’m more like him than my mother.
I can barely remember my apprenticeship, it was so short. My sister and I were initiated shortly after we made our first kill. It was a mouse, a lame one though. So I doubt that really counts as a kill, but to a kit, it was like killing a lion I suppose. My mentor was Bluegaze, an elderly warrior that had received the respect of the Clan long ago. He was once offered the title of deputy, but denied it. Anyway, I became his star pupil quickly. I was able to learn just as fast as my sister, who seemed more interested in slipping out of the camp than actually training. I wasn’t aware of my sister’s intentions until she was caught by our leader stealing those kits.
After I received my warrior name, everything fell apart. Silverstream was far more distant than she used to be. And that was when the kits started to disappear. All Clans blamed one another, and soon, Civil war errupted. I kept myself in the heat of battle most of the time, trying to prime myself for the doom that was coming. But then, I found him in the forest, a rogue who’s name I never caught. He called me Eclipse, but I didn’t know who he was talking about. I attacked him, and he attacked me. We battled for hours, and then…he violated me. Angry and heartbroken I returned to camp. The medicine cat said she couldn’t help me, that if I was with kits, then I’d just have to wait. Fingers were being pointed everywhere. And then, my sister was caught stealing the kits from the NightClan nursery. Oh, how shame burned my face. I was in the patrol that attacked the rogue camp. There were too many of them, but they were weak. Silverstream, my sister, fought us, even as pregnant as she was. Then, they turned and fled.
After my sister had disappeared, moons passed. I grew with my own pregnancy, my unwanted pregnancy. Then, one night I gave birth in the nursery. It was too healthy kits, and although I should have disowned them, I kept them. They were mine, not his. Tigerkit and Rosekit were now my kin, I had gave my clan new warriors. It was only shortly after that I returned to my warrior duities, passing them over to a queen that had lost all but one kit. She took care of them during the day while I hunted for the Clan. My dedication impressed Blackstar, who had been the deputy at the time. When he became leader, he named me his deputy.”
Other
Good swimmer, natural leader, kindhearted, excellent fighter. Sister is Eclipse.
Short Description
Beautiful golden she-cat with unusually spotted coat, iris hued eyes.
What is your name (Does not need to be your real name)? i guess you can call me by my favorite alias eclipse.
Tell me about yourself. What's your personality like? What are your hobbies, interests, dislikes, and likes? Hmm...this is going to be a long one. First of all, I play evil quite well, but I'm not anything like our little Eclipse here. I'm shy, openminded, and an optimist. Although I tend to be a bit on the sarcastic side, I do have a good sence of humor. I adore soccer and am practically in love with horses. I am quick to get to te point when I need to be, but tend to ramble at times. My style of writing is inspired greatly by music, and I tend to have a particular song for each of my characters. Goldenpool right now is "In the End" by Likin Park, or "Yellow" by Coldplay.
Why do you think you deserve this rank? Why do I deserve this rank? Well, I'm a very experienced roleplayer, and as stated before, I play evil well. But with Goldenpool, I can channel parts of myself onto the roleplay. She's a sweetheart, and I'm a sweetheart. Plus, having her in a high position would shake things up in the plot a bit. I'm good with words and love the Warriors series. I'm a kind person, and don't mind having to speak up for myself
Do I know you on any other sites? How long? i doubt it
What other sites are you part of? `violent delights Sherwood Sherwood Forrest BULLETS IN THE BACK Clans of the Forest Aeterna Roma We All Fall Down
Have you ever been this rank before? indeed, i played a bloodclan deputy on a long dead site
If you become deputy you will become the successor of the leader of your Clan. Possibly, if he or she choses to die or step down.
Can I trust you? heck yes!
Roleplay Sample The earth had once been ravaged, raped by liquid flame that licked the surface clean of any prosperity. The offspring of the soil had been eaten alive by the creature of the great mountain. Destruction lay in its wake, then, all went still, the blazing warmth of the mamga had scarred over into a hard cucoon, smothering all forms of life beneath its dying body. The great mountain loomed ever threateningly over the landscape, nothing stirred in the forests for a long while. Then, slowly, but surely, new greenery was born, brining back the wild game and color to the otherwise forboding landscape. From the loins of the ashes, life had once agains sprung up. Ever so stubborn plants were, no matter how much you killed them, they always grew back stronger the next time around.
The sky was unusually clear, the tops of the trees shining in the sun, soaking in the warmth through new leaves. Flowers budded at places, their tender voilet petals spraying the surrounding area with fragrance and color. But as the rays sunk deeper into the growing forest, they were caught by the fog that hung low over moss covered rock. Small creatures moved restlessly through the fruitful forest. It had been a long time since this place had seen anything but ash. The birds sung ominiously in the trees, as if to forbid any other creature to enter the forest. Few creatures heeded this call, only the children of the night, the felines, heeded this call. They feared NightClan, the resident Clan in the area.
Femora of burnt gold silently through the leaves. Soot was scraped off of her pelt by the unfurled leaves. Her head was held high, eyes of dazzling aquamarine scanning the forest for signs of the goat she had chased all the way out to the fringes of the turf she had long lived on. Slender legs propelled her forward. The femmes mouth hung open delicately, taking in the air in deep gulps, alowing scent glands on the roof of her mouth to pick up the scent of the rabbit that had escaped her grasp once. The prowling female dipped low suddenly, her belly practically tickling the ground as she moved swiftly through the undergrowth. She was close. It had to be tired by now. Growling lowly to herself, the deputy female of the NightClan tracked her prey down.
Suddenly, she stopped instinctively. Her tail twitched in annoyance. It had crossed the boarder. Bad temperedly, she snarled. Yet again, she had lost the hunt. Head low, she trotted along the boarder, casually leaving a scent marker if it were needed. Her leader wouldn't be pleased. Goldenpool, the female, felt her spirits drop. She was sick and tired of being the weak link at times. She wanted nothing more than to impress her new family. If she just did her job, maybe her Clan wouldn't be so stressed out. The enraged female trotted over to a smooth rock, and flopped down on top of it. She wanted to rest before pursuing another creature. Rarely did she hunt alone, but she had been ever so thingyy today and persued the goat on her own. Flicking her ears irratably, she lay her head down on her paws, preparing for a slight nap. But she knew that one of her packmates would appear anyway. She awaited ridicule.
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