Post by Jungleheart on Oct 6, 2012 10:39:25 GMT -5
Name:
Jungle
Age:
8 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Appearance:
Jungle is a tiny black she-cat. Her tail is abnormally long and she uses that to her advantage. Her fur is black, and in certain light it looks almost starry. She has a brown mask over deep blue eyes. Her eyes are wide and it seems like you are looking into the depths of the ocean. Her paws are tiny, even in contrast to her little body. It almost makes you ask: "How can you possibly stay up-right?"
Personality:
The simplest way to describe Jungle would be in few words. Here they are: Flirt, Vicious, and Trouble-maker. She is quite the flirt and will try to make any tom fall for her, though she has no plans of having a mate. Jungle is extremely vicious, she will fight to her last breath and picks fights like a friendly she-cat picks conversation topics. She is a serious trouble maker. She loves putting frogs and such in the nests of other Clan-members. She does have a soft side, though. It hardly ever shows, but it is there. She often has trouble with memories. They come at the oddest times and with amazing force. She hates her past, but it won't go away. It never will.
History:
Forest was a small, black she-cat with forest green eyes. A family of twolegs came from the far away jungle-lands with their pet. His name was Wind. He was a handsome white tom with a brown mask and light blue eyes. He would escape from where is house-folk stayed and marvel at the small trees, the quietness. He met Forest one day while she was hunting. They fell in love and you can guess what happened. Not long before their kits were born, Wind had to return home. Forest was distraught and spent her days shut up in a hollow hole in a tree. When she gave birth, it was easy; much easier than she had been told it would be. That was because she only had one kit. A tiny, black she-kit. Forest named her Jungle, after the place where her love had gone. Jungle matured quickly, but she hardly ever grew. One day, the mother and daughter were staying in an abandoned barn. That was the day devastation hit them. Forest was talking to her wide-eyed kit. She had opened her eyes that day and seen the world. It was a marvelous, beautiful place. Suddenly, there was barking and a pack of dogs poured in. Forest instinctively grabbed her only kit and ran, taking the only escape route. She ran until something told her to stop. There were the scents of many strange cats. Forest heard the barking advancing towards her. She lay the kit in a patch of thick grBrass. "Be safe, Jungle." She whispered. Jungle didn't understand and watched her mother, confused. Forest turned and raced away, trying desperately to lead the pack away from her daughter. The little she-kit was found by a cat of BloodClan who had recently had kits. Jungle was cared for, but cursed by an amazing memory. No matter what she was told, she knew she was not born to BloodClan and that her mother had saved her by sacrifice.
RP Example:
Jungle bounded through the trees. Her best friend, Oran was below her on the ground. The she-cat let out a mrrow of laughter. "Come, now Oran, don't be such a kittypet." She instantly felt sorry after speaking. Oran had been a former house pet. But her friend hadn't seemed to have heard. She kept her eyes on his gray-blue pelt. With a laugh, she continued bounding effortlessly on. I bet I can do this with my eyes closed. she thought haughtily. She closed her eyes and heard a shout below her. "Jungle! Stop!" Oran cried. Jungle pulled to an abrupt halt and opened her eyes. Before her was not another branch, but a straight drop to the ground far, far below.
Jungle
Age:
8 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Appearance:
Jungle is a tiny black she-cat. Her tail is abnormally long and she uses that to her advantage. Her fur is black, and in certain light it looks almost starry. She has a brown mask over deep blue eyes. Her eyes are wide and it seems like you are looking into the depths of the ocean. Her paws are tiny, even in contrast to her little body. It almost makes you ask: "How can you possibly stay up-right?"
Personality:
The simplest way to describe Jungle would be in few words. Here they are: Flirt, Vicious, and Trouble-maker. She is quite the flirt and will try to make any tom fall for her, though she has no plans of having a mate. Jungle is extremely vicious, she will fight to her last breath and picks fights like a friendly she-cat picks conversation topics. She is a serious trouble maker. She loves putting frogs and such in the nests of other Clan-members. She does have a soft side, though. It hardly ever shows, but it is there. She often has trouble with memories. They come at the oddest times and with amazing force. She hates her past, but it won't go away. It never will.
History:
Forest was a small, black she-cat with forest green eyes. A family of twolegs came from the far away jungle-lands with their pet. His name was Wind. He was a handsome white tom with a brown mask and light blue eyes. He would escape from where is house-folk stayed and marvel at the small trees, the quietness. He met Forest one day while she was hunting. They fell in love and you can guess what happened. Not long before their kits were born, Wind had to return home. Forest was distraught and spent her days shut up in a hollow hole in a tree. When she gave birth, it was easy; much easier than she had been told it would be. That was because she only had one kit. A tiny, black she-kit. Forest named her Jungle, after the place where her love had gone. Jungle matured quickly, but she hardly ever grew. One day, the mother and daughter were staying in an abandoned barn. That was the day devastation hit them. Forest was talking to her wide-eyed kit. She had opened her eyes that day and seen the world. It was a marvelous, beautiful place. Suddenly, there was barking and a pack of dogs poured in. Forest instinctively grabbed her only kit and ran, taking the only escape route. She ran until something told her to stop. There were the scents of many strange cats. Forest heard the barking advancing towards her. She lay the kit in a patch of thick grBrass. "Be safe, Jungle." She whispered. Jungle didn't understand and watched her mother, confused. Forest turned and raced away, trying desperately to lead the pack away from her daughter. The little she-kit was found by a cat of BloodClan who had recently had kits. Jungle was cared for, but cursed by an amazing memory. No matter what she was told, she knew she was not born to BloodClan and that her mother had saved her by sacrifice.
RP Example:
Jungle bounded through the trees. Her best friend, Oran was below her on the ground. The she-cat let out a mrrow of laughter. "Come, now Oran, don't be such a kittypet." She instantly felt sorry after speaking. Oran had been a former house pet. But her friend hadn't seemed to have heard. She kept her eyes on his gray-blue pelt. With a laugh, she continued bounding effortlessly on. I bet I can do this with my eyes closed. she thought haughtily. She closed her eyes and heard a shout below her. "Jungle! Stop!" Oran cried. Jungle pulled to an abrupt halt and opened her eyes. Before her was not another branch, but a straight drop to the ground far, far below.
