Post by tigey on Feb 13, 2007 17:59:21 GMT -5
When I first made this bio, it was for a kit, so there may be some typos saying that she is a kit. I may not have got them all when I edited.
Ŋąmє~ Stainedleaf
Çłąņ~ WindClan
Rąņk~ Applying for Medicine Cat
Дge~ 12 Moons
Ģєņđєr~ She-cat
Picŧurє~ img63.imageshack.us/img63/7483/stained3vz.png
Dєscripŧiǿņ~ Stainedleaf. An appropriate name for this tangerine clad kit. For that is her most prominent feature. Her circuit orange fur makes her look like she just took a dip in orange juice. Stainedleaf’s orange fur bleeds its way to the very roots of her fur, combining with the white undercoat to create a peachy color underneath. She has white socks on her short legs, but even these have a few orange highlights. The orange spreads it’s way from her cheekbones over her head and the back of her ears, like a mask. It bleeds down her neck and stops at her chest and halfway down her legs. Stainedleaf’s tail and back are tangerine covered as well, with a few faint white stripes.
However, her tail is capped with white along with her socks and underbelly fur. There are also little patches of white fur before each of her ears. Her white underbelly fur covers pale rose pink skin, the same color of her button heart-shaped nose and the insides of her ears. Stainedleaf’s ears are dusted on the inside with fine white hairs. They are perked ears. On her head, she has a small M-shaped marking, usually typical of a tabby cat. This marking was inherited from her mother, a tabby she-cat. Her claws are tiny. Stainedleaf hardly ever unsheathes them. Needle tip sharp, they can pierce though several layers of bark, or slash flesh like butter. She doesn’t use them though, and she is too young to know how to use them to get food.
Stainedleaf’s teeth are sharp, even, and white. Her eyes are something special. Most kits are born with blue eyes at first, which change color as they get older. However, Stainedleaf’s orbs are a rare, exotic color of jade green. She has no scars, as she has not been in any major fights, still being at a young age.
Stainedleaf weighs about eight pounds. She has around 1-2 inch long fur. However, Stainedleaf was born the runt of the litter, so her fur looks spiky and funny on her irregularly small body. This gave way to the nicknames christened on her by her littermates, examples being “Oddball”, “Spiketail”, or just plain “Runt”. Her legs are a little on the short side, but then again, she is still growing. Stainedleaf’s tail is just starting to become erect, and is as of now about a half-tail length long.
With her tangerine pelt, jade eyes, wholesome looks, and exotic, vibrant colors, Stainedleaf can truly hold her own in the looks department.
Sħǿrŧ Dєscripŧiǿņ~ Stainedleaf~ Tangerine and white blurred she-cat, jade eyes
Eye Color~ Jade green
Persoņąłiŧy~ Stainedleaf has a colorful personality to match her colorful pelt. First and foremost, she has a sweet, contented nature. It was a miracle that she even survived birth, for she was so tiny, so she has learned to be thankful for everything. But small as she is, she has a vivacious streak. However, it rarely shows. More content to watch her siblings play-fight than get in there, she is also a pacifist. She hates all the violence in the world, and will try to play the part of the peacemaker when anycat fights.
Stainedleaf is ever the odd one, for she does odd things like talk to that butterfly as if it could talk back, or play with that bird. She is simple, and loves the small, simple things in life like small, oddly colored pebbles, or watching a leaf floating in the stream. The rain falling on her nose, or the tender shoot of the first dandelion of the spring. All these small wonders of life are examples of the small, simple things Stainedleaf appreciates best.
One of Stainedleaf’s favorite things to do is listen to or make up stories. Stories of far away lands, love that was not meant to be, stories of the meek turned great, fairy tales with happily-ever-after endings, great battles fought long ago, and bittersweet tales. Stories transport her away from her childhood troubles and everyday problems. More than once she has slipped out of the Nursery and into the Elder’s Den just to hear stories.
Some cats worry about her odd behavior, wondering if she is depressed. The answer to all their gossip behind her back is no. How can she miss her mother, or her father? How can one miss something she’s never known? She does miss her sister.
Misses her in a way no cat else cat.
Misses her deeply, knowing she could have stopped what happened.
She was the one who saw her demise.
She was the one that let her go.
Stainedleaf saw her sister’s death in a nightmare, a sort of premonition. It was her first nightmare, more vivid and real to her than real life. Now Stainedleaf fears dreams. Respects them for their power, yes, but fears them all the same. She wonders why she has these dreams, out of all the cats in the forest. Most of the time they are small things, merely glimpses into time. Most of the time with these, Stainedleaf doesn’t know whether they are visions of things in the past, of now, or of things yet to come. Yet she is still afraid that she will predict another doom of someone she loves.
Stainedleaf is also afraid of the dark. Of the vast, looming maw of darkness that swallows everything up, washes away the bright pigments that color the world during the day. She is afraid that one day, when it retreats back into the sky, it will take her with it, and trap her amongst the ranks of StarClan.
The forces of the world are still tugging and influencing Stainedleaf’s personality, pushing her this way and that. Still learning the ways of the world, Stainedleaf is still yet an innocent cat trying to sort and find her way through the tangled paths of her big world.
Ħisŧǿry~ Stainedleaf is not supposed to exist. She was not supposed to be born. She was born into this cruel, unjust world a mistake, unwanted. Yet she met the world head-on, stoic and defiant. Her mother got pregnant young, as an Apprentice. No one knew whom the father was, and her mother kept quiet about it, not giving away anything, trying to keep her pregnancy a secret for as long as she could.
Stainedleaf was born on the morn of the Autumnal Equinox into RiverClan. Just as Stainedleaf drew her first breath, her mother drew her last. Her mother had gotten pregnant too early in her life and wasn’t ready to give birth. Stainedleaf, though she can’t remember, could feel the life ebbing away from her mother at the very second she was born. She almost didn’t make it out in time. Prematurely small, the runt of the litter, Stainedleaf was not expected to last the Leaf-bare. Quickly, she and her siblings were ushered away from the dead body, while Queens conversed in hushed tones. So, Stainedleaf never even saw the body, being still blind. And maybe that is a blessing, after all.
A moon passed and her siblings and her opened their eyes and were introduced to the world for the first time. There was some worry when Stainedleaf’s eyes were discovered to be jade green, instead of blue, like most cats are when they are first born. But, after several weeks of monitoring her, they discovered Stainedleaf’s eyesight was completely normal.
Stainedleaf’s name was hard to pick. Nothing seemed to match her. Her fur was too pretty, her body too small. Any name they tried seemed to be too large for her, to just hang in the air. For a while her caretakers just referred to her as the little “No Name One”. So, one day they just picked a name and stuck with it. It had no significance whatsoever. She was Stainedleaf. It was a large name, and one with a heavy responsibility. For with a name comes a certain future with it, and something to live up too. The name hung on her, weighing her down, and she feels that weight on her shoulders every day. But she never once complains.
For the next two moons, her siblings and her were orphans of the Clan, and they lived off of the hospitality of the sympathetic Queens who would take turns watching them. Stainedleaf grew off of spare milk, growing strong in mind and willpower. Though defiantly still not as big as her siblings, she could hold her own in a fair mock fight forced on her by her brothers. Stainedleaf grew closest to her favorite sister, Beekit.
Stainedleaf began to have a reoccurring nightmare. It, if possible, was more vivid, clear, and life-like than real life. In it, Beekit would fall to her doom, accusing Stainedleaf of abandoning her. Stainedleaf was afraid. So, every day without fail, she stuck to her sister, following her everywhere and watching over her. When Beekit got annoyed and told Stainedleaf to bug off, Stainedleaf would just shake her head numbly and watch her even closer. This could not last though. Eventually, Stainedleaf caught a cold, and the Queens, worrying that it could possibly harm the smallest kit, forced the struggling Stainedleaf to stay inside while another Queen took the rest of her sibling for a day out. Stainedleaf cried and screamed herself hoarse, sobbing that she couldn’t leave her sister. Taking her for becoming delirious under the cold, they gave her even more medicine to calm her and get her to sleep. There was nothing she could do.
Stainedleaf, sitting at the entrance to the Nursery, awaited anxiously the coming of her family. Her family arrived, and as soon as she saw them, she knew. She just knew. Stainedleaf screamed and ran out, tears blinding her, streaming behind her with the wind. She cried and wailed, her little lungs rasping for air between breaths. Somehow she came around, and shivering, fell to sleep. Stainedleaf had no nightmares that night.
Stainedleaf has risen up out of turmoil, and has experienced so much someone her age shouldn’t have to. She bears the weight of someone many times older than her, though being only four moons. Stainedleaf has been set apart from the rest, but still has a long, treacherous path to follow.
Example of RPing (IC)~ A tangerine she-cat padded slowly up a short hill, though the Leaf-bare sun revealed some hidden white stripes. Carefully walking down the other side, she approached the bank of the frozen river. Ice frosted its surface, a smooth sheet of glass that reflected an intense glare on its whitewashed surface. The ground was deeply chilled from the nights frost, but the she-cat laid her small figure down, her legs forming a small crescent upon the ground. Narrowing her jade eyes against the ice’s blinding glare, she laid still, small head perked up to hear the calls of the mid-morning birds echoing through the trees. The scent of freshly crushed pine and evergreen trees filled her nose and the crisp Leaf-bare air. The she-cat stretched open her tiny maw, threw her head back, and yawned, displaying her even white teeth. This was Stainedkit. Stainedkit flicked her orange and white capped tail along the hard, cold ground, and watched two birds circling the treetops, calling out the message of spring fast approaching. Suddenly she felt a tickling on the underside of her paw-pad. She stared at her white paw for a minute, as if considering, then lifted it up and back. Looking at her pad, Stainedkit decided there was nothing on it, and was about to set her paw back down when her keen jade eyes, which noticed a lot of small details others didn’t, spotted a small black, shiny, hard dot frozen in fright. Stainedkit gently lowered her head to rest on the ground, to see it better. Her mouth opened in a small O of recognition and she smiled. Minutes passed as she lay still, not wanting to frighten the black ball further. Finally, sure that the cast was clear, the black ball unraveled itself and began to scuttle away. Then, and only then, did Stainedkit speak. She spoke softly, for she knew that her voice would sound millions of times louder to the tiny beetle.
“Hello Mr. Beetle,” she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness. “You shouldn’t be out here, during Leaf-bare. You’ll freeze!” Stainedkit paused, and wiggled into a more comfortable position. Then she said quietly, her voice like the sound of a leaf brushing ever so quietly against a rock, “I’m glad you’re here. All my other friends, like Frog, and Dragonfly have gone away for Leaf-bare. While you’re here, can you talk for a while?”
The beetle, stirred by the vibrations of her voice, paused and waved its antennae around.
Stainedkit took this as a signal to continue. A chill wind blew, carrying with it the scent of maple trees, and Stainedkit curled up tighter against the gust as she cast around for a subject.
The beetle fixed its unblinking eyes on her, as if reproaching her, and scuttled along on its way.
“Oh no! Please don’t leave! I have no one to talk to anymore. My sister, she…” Stainedkit trailed off and jumped to her feet in alarm as she realized she was shouting, probably scaring the poor little beetle. “Sorry,” she offered meekly.
The beetle, blasted with noise, cowered and stopped, frozen in fear.
“My sister, Beekit, you remember me talking about her earlier. She just…just…died.” Stainedkit whimpered, trying to control the big, hot tears that threatened to rain onto the beetle. “ And I knew what was coming.” She finished lamely. “Have you ever known something was going to happen, something really bad, but you didn’t stop it? Of course you haven’t. You’re just a beetle. Don’t take that the wrong way, but…” she rambled.
The beetle eased out of its shell and stood still until the voice stopped. Then, he opened his black shell, and out slid gossamer wings. A vibrating filled the air around him, and he lifted off the ground, his legs dangling in the air. Coming level with Stainedkit’s nose, he bumped gently into it, buzzing, as if to reassure her. Then he flew off into the gray sky. Had he just comforted a cat? Of course he had.
“Goodbye,” Stainedkit whispered, watching the black speck until it disappeared. She stood there numbly for a few seconds, listening to the birds chirruping, and small things rustling around. She wanted to yell at them, How can you carry on? My sister is dead! Finally, she came to her senses and looked back up the way she’d come, the worn path down to the river’s edge. Deciding to take a different path home, she eased herself up slowly, feeling the stiffness the cold head put in her legs. She shook her still kitten-fluffy fur, and disappeared into the brush, preparing to slip back into camp the way she’d slip out.
Ŋąmє~ Stainedleaf
Çłąņ~ WindClan
Rąņk~ Applying for Medicine Cat
Дge~ 12 Moons
Ģєņđєr~ She-cat
Picŧurє~ img63.imageshack.us/img63/7483/stained3vz.png
Dєscripŧiǿņ~ Stainedleaf. An appropriate name for this tangerine clad kit. For that is her most prominent feature. Her circuit orange fur makes her look like she just took a dip in orange juice. Stainedleaf’s orange fur bleeds its way to the very roots of her fur, combining with the white undercoat to create a peachy color underneath. She has white socks on her short legs, but even these have a few orange highlights. The orange spreads it’s way from her cheekbones over her head and the back of her ears, like a mask. It bleeds down her neck and stops at her chest and halfway down her legs. Stainedleaf’s tail and back are tangerine covered as well, with a few faint white stripes.
However, her tail is capped with white along with her socks and underbelly fur. There are also little patches of white fur before each of her ears. Her white underbelly fur covers pale rose pink skin, the same color of her button heart-shaped nose and the insides of her ears. Stainedleaf’s ears are dusted on the inside with fine white hairs. They are perked ears. On her head, she has a small M-shaped marking, usually typical of a tabby cat. This marking was inherited from her mother, a tabby she-cat. Her claws are tiny. Stainedleaf hardly ever unsheathes them. Needle tip sharp, they can pierce though several layers of bark, or slash flesh like butter. She doesn’t use them though, and she is too young to know how to use them to get food.
Stainedleaf’s teeth are sharp, even, and white. Her eyes are something special. Most kits are born with blue eyes at first, which change color as they get older. However, Stainedleaf’s orbs are a rare, exotic color of jade green. She has no scars, as she has not been in any major fights, still being at a young age.
Stainedleaf weighs about eight pounds. She has around 1-2 inch long fur. However, Stainedleaf was born the runt of the litter, so her fur looks spiky and funny on her irregularly small body. This gave way to the nicknames christened on her by her littermates, examples being “Oddball”, “Spiketail”, or just plain “Runt”. Her legs are a little on the short side, but then again, she is still growing. Stainedleaf’s tail is just starting to become erect, and is as of now about a half-tail length long.
With her tangerine pelt, jade eyes, wholesome looks, and exotic, vibrant colors, Stainedleaf can truly hold her own in the looks department.
Sħǿrŧ Dєscripŧiǿņ~ Stainedleaf~ Tangerine and white blurred she-cat, jade eyes
Eye Color~ Jade green
Persoņąłiŧy~ Stainedleaf has a colorful personality to match her colorful pelt. First and foremost, she has a sweet, contented nature. It was a miracle that she even survived birth, for she was so tiny, so she has learned to be thankful for everything. But small as she is, she has a vivacious streak. However, it rarely shows. More content to watch her siblings play-fight than get in there, she is also a pacifist. She hates all the violence in the world, and will try to play the part of the peacemaker when anycat fights.
Stainedleaf is ever the odd one, for she does odd things like talk to that butterfly as if it could talk back, or play with that bird. She is simple, and loves the small, simple things in life like small, oddly colored pebbles, or watching a leaf floating in the stream. The rain falling on her nose, or the tender shoot of the first dandelion of the spring. All these small wonders of life are examples of the small, simple things Stainedleaf appreciates best.
One of Stainedleaf’s favorite things to do is listen to or make up stories. Stories of far away lands, love that was not meant to be, stories of the meek turned great, fairy tales with happily-ever-after endings, great battles fought long ago, and bittersweet tales. Stories transport her away from her childhood troubles and everyday problems. More than once she has slipped out of the Nursery and into the Elder’s Den just to hear stories.
Some cats worry about her odd behavior, wondering if she is depressed. The answer to all their gossip behind her back is no. How can she miss her mother, or her father? How can one miss something she’s never known? She does miss her sister.
Misses her in a way no cat else cat.
Misses her deeply, knowing she could have stopped what happened.
She was the one who saw her demise.
She was the one that let her go.
Stainedleaf saw her sister’s death in a nightmare, a sort of premonition. It was her first nightmare, more vivid and real to her than real life. Now Stainedleaf fears dreams. Respects them for their power, yes, but fears them all the same. She wonders why she has these dreams, out of all the cats in the forest. Most of the time they are small things, merely glimpses into time. Most of the time with these, Stainedleaf doesn’t know whether they are visions of things in the past, of now, or of things yet to come. Yet she is still afraid that she will predict another doom of someone she loves.
Stainedleaf is also afraid of the dark. Of the vast, looming maw of darkness that swallows everything up, washes away the bright pigments that color the world during the day. She is afraid that one day, when it retreats back into the sky, it will take her with it, and trap her amongst the ranks of StarClan.
The forces of the world are still tugging and influencing Stainedleaf’s personality, pushing her this way and that. Still learning the ways of the world, Stainedleaf is still yet an innocent cat trying to sort and find her way through the tangled paths of her big world.
Ħisŧǿry~ Stainedleaf is not supposed to exist. She was not supposed to be born. She was born into this cruel, unjust world a mistake, unwanted. Yet she met the world head-on, stoic and defiant. Her mother got pregnant young, as an Apprentice. No one knew whom the father was, and her mother kept quiet about it, not giving away anything, trying to keep her pregnancy a secret for as long as she could.
Stainedleaf was born on the morn of the Autumnal Equinox into RiverClan. Just as Stainedleaf drew her first breath, her mother drew her last. Her mother had gotten pregnant too early in her life and wasn’t ready to give birth. Stainedleaf, though she can’t remember, could feel the life ebbing away from her mother at the very second she was born. She almost didn’t make it out in time. Prematurely small, the runt of the litter, Stainedleaf was not expected to last the Leaf-bare. Quickly, she and her siblings were ushered away from the dead body, while Queens conversed in hushed tones. So, Stainedleaf never even saw the body, being still blind. And maybe that is a blessing, after all.
A moon passed and her siblings and her opened their eyes and were introduced to the world for the first time. There was some worry when Stainedleaf’s eyes were discovered to be jade green, instead of blue, like most cats are when they are first born. But, after several weeks of monitoring her, they discovered Stainedleaf’s eyesight was completely normal.
Stainedleaf’s name was hard to pick. Nothing seemed to match her. Her fur was too pretty, her body too small. Any name they tried seemed to be too large for her, to just hang in the air. For a while her caretakers just referred to her as the little “No Name One”. So, one day they just picked a name and stuck with it. It had no significance whatsoever. She was Stainedleaf. It was a large name, and one with a heavy responsibility. For with a name comes a certain future with it, and something to live up too. The name hung on her, weighing her down, and she feels that weight on her shoulders every day. But she never once complains.
For the next two moons, her siblings and her were orphans of the Clan, and they lived off of the hospitality of the sympathetic Queens who would take turns watching them. Stainedleaf grew off of spare milk, growing strong in mind and willpower. Though defiantly still not as big as her siblings, she could hold her own in a fair mock fight forced on her by her brothers. Stainedleaf grew closest to her favorite sister, Beekit.
Stainedleaf began to have a reoccurring nightmare. It, if possible, was more vivid, clear, and life-like than real life. In it, Beekit would fall to her doom, accusing Stainedleaf of abandoning her. Stainedleaf was afraid. So, every day without fail, she stuck to her sister, following her everywhere and watching over her. When Beekit got annoyed and told Stainedleaf to bug off, Stainedleaf would just shake her head numbly and watch her even closer. This could not last though. Eventually, Stainedleaf caught a cold, and the Queens, worrying that it could possibly harm the smallest kit, forced the struggling Stainedleaf to stay inside while another Queen took the rest of her sibling for a day out. Stainedleaf cried and screamed herself hoarse, sobbing that she couldn’t leave her sister. Taking her for becoming delirious under the cold, they gave her even more medicine to calm her and get her to sleep. There was nothing she could do.
Stainedleaf, sitting at the entrance to the Nursery, awaited anxiously the coming of her family. Her family arrived, and as soon as she saw them, she knew. She just knew. Stainedleaf screamed and ran out, tears blinding her, streaming behind her with the wind. She cried and wailed, her little lungs rasping for air between breaths. Somehow she came around, and shivering, fell to sleep. Stainedleaf had no nightmares that night.
Stainedleaf has risen up out of turmoil, and has experienced so much someone her age shouldn’t have to. She bears the weight of someone many times older than her, though being only four moons. Stainedleaf has been set apart from the rest, but still has a long, treacherous path to follow.
Example of RPing (IC)~ A tangerine she-cat padded slowly up a short hill, though the Leaf-bare sun revealed some hidden white stripes. Carefully walking down the other side, she approached the bank of the frozen river. Ice frosted its surface, a smooth sheet of glass that reflected an intense glare on its whitewashed surface. The ground was deeply chilled from the nights frost, but the she-cat laid her small figure down, her legs forming a small crescent upon the ground. Narrowing her jade eyes against the ice’s blinding glare, she laid still, small head perked up to hear the calls of the mid-morning birds echoing through the trees. The scent of freshly crushed pine and evergreen trees filled her nose and the crisp Leaf-bare air. The she-cat stretched open her tiny maw, threw her head back, and yawned, displaying her even white teeth. This was Stainedkit. Stainedkit flicked her orange and white capped tail along the hard, cold ground, and watched two birds circling the treetops, calling out the message of spring fast approaching. Suddenly she felt a tickling on the underside of her paw-pad. She stared at her white paw for a minute, as if considering, then lifted it up and back. Looking at her pad, Stainedkit decided there was nothing on it, and was about to set her paw back down when her keen jade eyes, which noticed a lot of small details others didn’t, spotted a small black, shiny, hard dot frozen in fright. Stainedkit gently lowered her head to rest on the ground, to see it better. Her mouth opened in a small O of recognition and she smiled. Minutes passed as she lay still, not wanting to frighten the black ball further. Finally, sure that the cast was clear, the black ball unraveled itself and began to scuttle away. Then, and only then, did Stainedkit speak. She spoke softly, for she knew that her voice would sound millions of times louder to the tiny beetle.
“Hello Mr. Beetle,” she whispered, her eyes shining with happiness. “You shouldn’t be out here, during Leaf-bare. You’ll freeze!” Stainedkit paused, and wiggled into a more comfortable position. Then she said quietly, her voice like the sound of a leaf brushing ever so quietly against a rock, “I’m glad you’re here. All my other friends, like Frog, and Dragonfly have gone away for Leaf-bare. While you’re here, can you talk for a while?”
The beetle, stirred by the vibrations of her voice, paused and waved its antennae around.
Stainedkit took this as a signal to continue. A chill wind blew, carrying with it the scent of maple trees, and Stainedkit curled up tighter against the gust as she cast around for a subject.
The beetle fixed its unblinking eyes on her, as if reproaching her, and scuttled along on its way.
“Oh no! Please don’t leave! I have no one to talk to anymore. My sister, she…” Stainedkit trailed off and jumped to her feet in alarm as she realized she was shouting, probably scaring the poor little beetle. “Sorry,” she offered meekly.
The beetle, blasted with noise, cowered and stopped, frozen in fear.
“My sister, Beekit, you remember me talking about her earlier. She just…just…died.” Stainedkit whimpered, trying to control the big, hot tears that threatened to rain onto the beetle. “ And I knew what was coming.” She finished lamely. “Have you ever known something was going to happen, something really bad, but you didn’t stop it? Of course you haven’t. You’re just a beetle. Don’t take that the wrong way, but…” she rambled.
The beetle eased out of its shell and stood still until the voice stopped. Then, he opened his black shell, and out slid gossamer wings. A vibrating filled the air around him, and he lifted off the ground, his legs dangling in the air. Coming level with Stainedkit’s nose, he bumped gently into it, buzzing, as if to reassure her. Then he flew off into the gray sky. Had he just comforted a cat? Of course he had.
“Goodbye,” Stainedkit whispered, watching the black speck until it disappeared. She stood there numbly for a few seconds, listening to the birds chirruping, and small things rustling around. She wanted to yell at them, How can you carry on? My sister is dead! Finally, she came to her senses and looked back up the way she’d come, the worn path down to the river’s edge. Deciding to take a different path home, she eased herself up slowly, feeling the stiffness the cold head put in her legs. She shook her still kitten-fluffy fur, and disappeared into the brush, preparing to slip back into camp the way she’d slip out.
Hehe.