Blast From the Past

Much as it embarrasses me, I decided posting my first bio/first posts etc would help you all see how far I've come as an RPer in the last 3/4 years. I didn't even spell-check this post because I thought the bio was much better as is. Keep in mind its from a Warrior Cats RPG. I was going to post bios from my Vampire RPGs, but that site had a word-counter that allowed for only 200 words or less. Its just too bad for me to post...

>>Name:>>Name: Cinderleaf

>>Gender:>>Gender: femme

>>Age:>>Age: 18 moons

>>Description:>>Description: Cinderleaf is a nice Cinder colored she-cat, dappled with light cream colors and browns liek a mocha. She is lithe young and small looking, a bit fragial. Her eyes are emerald green flecked with gold making her eys shine.

>>Scars:>>Scars: none

>>Rank>>Rank: FlameClan Med. Cat

>>Kin:
Mother:Mother: Unknown
Father:Father: Unknown
Siblings:Siblings: none on the new dm
Kits:Kits: Duskkit, Ashkit, Sootkit
Mate:Mate:Silentstep


>>History:>>History: Cinderleafs parents are unknown, FlameClan adpoted her and now she is trully a Clan cat just by her lyal, kind heart. As a kit she felt she needed to be even more loyal and helpful to her adopted Clan, she believed in StarClan with all her spirit, fierclly protecting their name. One day as a kit she vivsted the Medicine Cat Den, and decided to never leave. Flying through her apprenticeship, she now is a very good Mediicne Cat, but her loyalty in StarClan has faltered, her forbidden love had produced three small kits, one being blind, Cinderleaf was very angry that her poor kit had to suffer vecause of her mistakes, and no longer looks to tarClan for everything. Not known to her, her apprentice, Soulpaw, knwos of her kits and is guarding her secret.

>>Personality:>>Personality: Cinderleaf is a secretive cat, seeing as though she must gurad so many secrets. She is kind and loyal, loves her job and will help any cat in need, althoguh she may snap at you if you dont follow her advice or directions when it comes to wounds. Cinderleaf is lovable and fierce, and proud to be Silentsteps mate even thoguh StarClan does nto approve.

>>Likes:
Silentstep
being a medicine cat
long walks across the territory.

>>Hates:>>Hates:
Losing a cats life
the fact that her poor daughter is blind
StarClan occasionally becasue of their in her words 'unfairness.'


>>Picture:>>Picture: whatev.

>>Song:>>Song: I will posses you heart by death cab for cutie.

>>Rules: >>Rules: ?

Cinderleaf busied herslef sorting herbs in her den. It was Leaffall and Soulpaw would have to gather mroe of the mysterious herbs he always seemed to have. Duskkit sat in the corner palying with a leaf, her poor kit had gotten sick and Cinderleaf was afrair it might be Whitecough if Duskkit continued roaming around camp outside. The devil of a kit was always doing that. She had great senses *besides her blindness* and would probably be a good hunter but never a fighter sadly. Duskkit didnt seem to care about fighting with clawes; she rpeffered words; a good little diplomat who would soon become an apprentice in a few wekks maybe.

"Cinderleaf?" the kit asked.
"Yes little Duskkit?" Cinderleaf replied.
"What do I look like? I cant reall know becasue well... I cant see any of these, 'color thingys,' but Id like to nkow if I look good or not," Jeez Duskkit was vain.
"Well-- you look a bit like me, but Streamflower does look like me so its no surpirse, you have grey fur, and blue-green eyes, it almsot seems as if they change colors; I have gray fur and green eyes, Ive been told that Im a good looking cat and Ive heard you are too."
Duskit seemed pleased, "is it possible for me to ever get my sight-- sometimes hwen I slepe I see, 'shapes,' and different colors I believe," she smiled *catish* " Id like to be able to see during the day soon, maybe Starclan will grant me that," the kit was bitter at the mention of Starclan being merciful, she blamed them for her sightless eyes.
"Dont worry Duskkit, nobody cares that you are blind, many cats are, Soulpaw is ad hes an even better medicine cat that even I!"

"But I want to fight," Duskit said softely, "I want to see the life leave my enemies eyes.

Cinderleaf would have to watch Duskkit; Duskkit was too much like a tyrant. Hopefully this was not Starclans punisment to Cinderlwaf, a blind ruthless frustrated kit. If only Duskkit would find Starclan before it was too late for her to ever come to them.

Astrid ran-- she used to be a slave of them.
The Royal Tabbies.
She had ran away and hoped; prayed their werent cats here. Astrid wasnt sure what would happen if there were.
Maybe she would warn the cats... well if they were nice to her, she sighed.
Was she good enough to help anybody but herself?
And if she was-- could she really help?
Astrid would find out soon, no matter what because as all the sayings go: You can run but you cant hide; your past will always catch up with you, and Astirds favoirte:
Curioustiy killed the cat. What a funny phrase, Astird wondered what sadistic person had coem up with that one because suddenly on a new day in a new life.
Astird didnt think it was funny.

Later that year, the site died. The previous posts come from its v3 version. After the move from v2 to v3, the active site just collapsed. Here's the second stop on my RPing journey. They expected a little more from me...

Honorkit. She stood at the edge of reality as she watched the yellow butterfly flutter around RootClan camp. The kit watched with a dreamy expression that seemed to radiate images of rainbows, and faeries. Something so unreal it could only be thought of by a younger cat.

Imagine having wings like a butterfly! she thought to herself. Honorkit felt her small belly rumble with hunger and sighed for she had been watching the flying pretty thing since the sun had come up!

A warm morning, perfect for a recovering victim of Green Cough, Honorkit found herself missing simple days such as this when she wasn't so weak, and tired all the time. She new part of it was that she was very lazy after about a moon of Echopool caring for her. Nursing her back to health after her mother's unfortunate death.

If only Truetime was still alive, to shield her from the evils of the world, and curl her long tail around Honorkit, and purr, telling her how beautiful she was... how proud Truetime was to be her mother. Alas, Honorkit could not think that way for her mother was dead and gone (if you don't count StarClan) and her only kit had to make do with a loving Clan, filled with foster parents and caring siblings.

Yeah, Ive got such a ttteeerrriiibbbllleee life! she thought and snorted out loud. The little pretty butterfly was gone, probably off to fly to its home and Honorkit felt the tug at her belly grow. She was hungry.

The prey pile looked a bit bigger than morning piles usually were. Honorkit wasn't too old and for her whole life she had been told how in Green Leaf the prey pile was overflowed. Honorkit doubted it, and dismissed it as a Nursery Story, she was growing up in the beginning of of New Leaf. Things so normal to a warrior, or even an apprentice with moons of experience were foreign to Honorkit still.
She padded softly to where a small amount of food had been placed and looked at it with interest. She pawed through the pile and wailed, a small pitiful sound that meant she was frustrated.

"All of this food is too big for me! I cant eat any of this by myself..." the kit muttered to herself. She was unusually small, and one of the pieces of prey here, even the smallest mouse, would be a feast for her. She would explode with all the food in her tiny belly!!!

Forming a plan, the kit thought of the possibilities of how she could dispose of the remainders of her meal... I could ask another kit top share with me, so we both get enough food and finish the prey! I could take the rest of it to Echopool or, Honorkit shuddered, the Elders.

The small she-cat had a fear of Elders that was often seen as funny and cute but made Honorkit uncomfortable within her own Clan. Inside of Honorkit, she shook with pure terror when she saw older cats, so close to death were they. She couldn't help but be so uncomfortable with them.

Maybe when I'm older Ill grow out of it, she snickered to herself. Thats what some of the wiser cats told her, the ones who understood her fear was more than just fun to watch. The cats that were like that, were the ones Honorkit bestowed the best of honors on for their kind, nature, and sharp mind. She hoped to be like one of them one day.
Wise, fearless, so amazing... who wouldn't choose brains over bronze. I can name a few I suppose... some warriors looked to glory, and blood. They claimed it was what truly counted.

'Wise words dint catch the Clan any food! Unless you plan on boring the prey to death, then you should be happy to use tooth and claw!' they might say. Honorkit did partially agree but her insane hunger to know what would happen, md why it was happening on her own selfish level, was too huge for her to ever see why prey was so important. A kit would grow up and see the prey as a part of the Clan scenery, nothing to be thankful for. Without prey, what would happen? Well, what would happen is we'd all panic and get upset. We don't even want to think of it! Honorkit told herself.

Shrugging she waited for fate to happen, so she could figure out what to do with the rest of her food. Some part of her brain told her as long as she was happy and fed what did she have to worry about?

A cough from Echopools den seemed to illuminate her troubles as the frustrated kit looked into a pile of things too big for her to handle just yet.

To see pic of her, look at my avvie, Honorshine.


Ooc:
Nickname:Cinder, Cindy
Other Characters:Amberwing, Blacktail(to die soon) Bluefoot, and Fogstep. (each are in dif clans ^^ ambers da only girl)
Email: Optional


Bic:
Name- Honorkit/paw/shine
Age- 5 1/2 moons
Gender- she-kit
Clan- RootClan
Rank- Kit

Personality-Honorkit. To fully understand her, you must also know a bit of her past, but its not all. Honorkit has changed alot because she has no mother nor father now.

Honorkit truly thinks alot. She questions the world, and tries to understand things when shes in the mood. The kit is after all a kit, and would prefer to play with other kits and watch a butterfly sometimes instead of ask why that same butterfly is a butterfly and not a cat. Still, she asks alot of things. She has a thirst for knowledge; its not quenched by a few answers from a senior warrior. She wants to be the one to discover the truth beneath it all.Honorkit doesn't care much though who she hurts when looking for knowledge. The kit is a bit snooty and needs a firm hand to hold her back most times. She needs a mentor.

Honorkit has no doubt, that being good is better than being bad. Honorkit has a fiery, sparkling, shining, bubbly attitude that could get her far if she chooses. The again-- being bad sometimes is better than being looked down on for being delusional... the world isn't perfect and neither is Honorkit. She teases others, like any other kit, and doesn't much understand why its so mean to say a cat is bad looking if the cat is bad looking!

Time is of the essence. My dead mother would not want me to spend my life, my youth, on being angry or upset all the time. I'm going to look into the sun, and boldly tell it to bring it on. Life is fun with a few challenges. Life is fun. period.

She's brave. She understands whatever she will do with her life will be dangerous in its own way, but she refuses to cower. The only thing that might get this kit's fur to stand on edge is a hawk. She's very afraid that one day she'll eat a hawk that plucked some innocent kit out of its home; and ate it. She doesn't want to eat a murderer of her own, 'kin.'

Honorkit is impatient, and she has a temper that flares every few days. She'll snap at anybody. Shes actually funny to watch because shes usually so good and fun. Honorkit doesn't talk much but when she does you could break it up into typical talk and wise words. Her wise words aren't always too smart. She wants to be known for her mind but the kit is so young! How could she know much about the way things work? Her questioning the world, isn't looked up to much when she could be begging an apprentice to teach her a hunters crouch to help the Clan, or take food to the Elders (as much as they scare her)

To help quench her thirst for knowledge and such, she usually is found in Echopools den. Besides that, she would probably stay anyways because she's just getting over being sick and is still weak and possibly able to give the sickness to the other Queens and Kits. Honorkit adores Echopool. The older cat is bright.

Honorkit has a few small quirks too. She's afraid of hawks, elders scare her, and she's a bit mean sometimes. She can also be sarcastic. Actually she's sarcastic alot of times. The funny kit doesn't mean to really really offend anybody though. Honorkit is also very vain and has alot of pride in her looks. No being humble for this little wild-fire!

To sum it up, Honorkit is a stubborn, obnoxious, silly, air-headed, kit who also just happens to be, smart, funny, and curious. A good combination as she starts her life, but she is just a little kit and will change alot by the time shes an adult, living only to serve her Clan.

Appearance- Ever growing, Honorkit is still a small kit and isn't completely matured physically yet. She has green eyes, that look like they would be bright and intelligent if they weren't covered by a clear plastic bag. Her eyes are pale, like an artist was painting a bright green neon sign, but then his elbow brushed against white paint, and mixed it with the green to create a more spring looking color. A soft color that looks like you could just fall int a comfortable sleep being watched by those gentle eyes. Not to say they don't flare with anger sometimes.

Honorkits body is small, shes lithe and quick and can fit into small places. She still is a bit weak after just getting better from a nasty case of Green Cough, but one day Honorkit will be fast and furious. She has medium length legs attached to a tiny body. Its not too funny, but it makes her look awkward and gangly. She'll grow out of it one day.

The fur that covers her gangly little body is a soft grey, mixed with coffee-cream colored fur, dark grey flecks it, and her underside/chest are both white. She looks a bit like a calico, except with more pale grey then orange. The fur is soft and fuzzy. She still is a cute little kit! Her face is a darker Grey with white on the sides, and a bit of softly toned grey flecks it.

The, 'accessories,' of her body are adorable. She has long whiskers, and a medium-sized tail that is just long enough to keep her warm at night. Her claws are brittle and her teeth are just cute, and small. She has no tattoo yet.

Tattoo- N/A

History- Honorkit was born to a loving mother. Truetime, and an unknown father. She was the only kit her mother ever had. Honorkit from early on was mischievous and smart, she had a small 'tude but that quickly changed.

Honorkit's mother got sick. She coughed, she had red-rimmed eyes. She had Green Cough.

It was not long before Honorkit got the illness and joined her mother in Echopool's den. Both cats were on their death-bed. Honorkit still remembers watching her mother fade away in only seconds. She had lost her breath and sighed out. Her loving eyes lost their color, and her warm fur became cold.
Honorkit changed after that, she became strong and hard. At three and a half moons old, she was virtually an orphan, and still dying. Things changed though and within the next moons she got better. She still was dark and gloomy but then she started singing. It was her first inspiration to be better than that and she rapidly changed. Her eyes gained light, her fur grew smooth and soft. Some say she used to have green energetic eyes but they paled down after her sickness and now look much friendlier with only hints of old resentment.

Honorkit proudly stands for all that is good in essence. She's a courageous little kit who wants to do something good.



Role Play Example- Honorkit sat in the sun-filled RootClan camp on one of the first mornings this season to be so very nice in terms of weather. The kit heard her friend, Jaykit call to her and she sighed as she got up. Honorkit had been getting in the way of a few senior warriors trying to eat, and she had unfortunately been sent to the other side of camp to enjoy the peaceful day far, far away from her elders.
"What is it Jaykit?" she snapped as she walked over to the kit about a moon younger than her. The little tom was always trying to win Honorkit's attention. She didn't mind that much, but sometimes when she was thinking of mischievous things to do, or trying to relax Jaykit got very annoying.
The smaller kit pouted, "You don't have to be so mean!" he hollered in a high, whiney tone of voice Honorkti immediately identified as, 'ticked off.'
She tackled him, "You're so small and scrawny I could take you with one paw tied behind my back!" she taunted as the small mass of fluffy fur beneath her attempted to free himself. (i realize thats impossible but you get the idea)
Jaykit laughed and swiped at Honorkit as he freed himself, they sparred for a few minutes before falling to the floor, both giggling and panting.
Honorkit felt drained though. She was very tired, and suspected a nap would do herself some good. Excusing herself, Honorkit walked to Echopool's den at a brisk pace. She was impatient and tired to be back to where she sometimes slept, but feared the Medicine Cat would be busy and send her to sleep in the Nursery.
Honorkit walked in, her paws dragging.
Stupid Greencough ruins everything her thoughts came out in a slur as the small kit fell into a dreamy sleep where sparkling kits all asked her to play and she showed the lighter side of herself at last.

and another site...

Im Cinder, I know I’m a new member, but I have been meddie cat in a recently deceased site and know the ropes. Also I’ve been watching this site for like almost a year and fell in love with it today for like no reason o.O sorry that sounds a bit stalkerish but I’ve been too lazy to just join until I saw this position was open. I’m a very active member and would be thrilled to join your community. I’m here to stay even if I don’t get this possie just yet ^^ I understand females are banned right now, but I do plan on making her a brother and Im willing to wait out the ban for awhile if you are. If not, but you still like my bio just tell me and ill change a few things here and there (like appearance and mention of words she, her, she-kit etc.)
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Do you know what it's all about
Are you brave enough to figure out
Know that you could set your world on fire
If you are strong enough to leave your doubts



Name: Briarpaw/sky

Definition: Briar is a thorny bush

Gender: Female (I would be happy to change this if needed)

Age: 6 moons

Clan: CloudClan

Rank: Medicine Cat Apprentice

Looks: Briarpaw, the kits face is a pretty little doll-face-- then again what kit is ugly? All kits are adorable little luffly fur-balls... With her green eyes, the ones that look like they could have been bright and exotic but then the maker decided to dull them down, splashing light and soft colors into them show the world she is an intelligent, kind and caring youngling who is proud to be herself. Her whiskers are funny because unlike the rest of her, they are very long. She has an adorable pink little nose with a deep of grey coloring on top that matches her calico fur color to an extent. Her ears are huge and many warriors, even joke she should have been named Batkit for their vastness. Her face is mostly a mixture of darker brown and greys’ but she has white flecked around it. Her body is as stated above, a calico coloring that is only seen amongst female cats if at all. (Easily changed if I need to change her gender) If one was to look from the tip of her tail, to her head it would be seen as something similar to the following. Her tail, white with light silver her tail has flecks of an orange only to be called coffee cream, or that off toned wood color that is so popular amongst picture frames and nature cabins. Her back is dark grey with a bit of light grey and that odd orange. Her belly is white and her back legs are dark grey with cute little paws. One of them is brown like hot-coco. Her two front legs are similar to her back ones, but one paw is grey. Moving up those two front-legs flecks of orange are visible. Her chest, her small chest puffed out with pride and honor is the purest white. Overall Briarpaw is a cute, soft little kit who is still growing but will most likely be a smaller size for the rest of her life. Truly it’s her positive attitude that makes her glow. She shines with a natural light she herself creates.
Shes small but when she straightens herself out and lifts her chin well--Briarpaw looks fierce enough to bite a few heads off and do it with that look all the model-drama-queens who do hair commercials would just love to have! Briarpaw is wiry and skinny but she does watch her weight, as a very young kit she was a bit tubby shockingly and has decided she doesnt need to waste the Clans life food on her fat belly. Briarpaw has one other thing, something that got her her name. On her chest is a cresent that is brair brown, warm like hazeltine chocolate, hot coco, choco-coco-crispies and a bucnh of other unhealthy but ever so good foods. Its a sweet little mark that heps make her look slightly different than most other Calicos. Her great-grand-aunt was said to have the same mark. Not that its a sign of greatness or anything, that ancestor was an average-joe but Briarpaw looks to her kin for guidance. She was given a similar mark for a reason.

Personality: Briarpaw, is a bit shy and is prone to stuttering. Her face is easy to read in most situations but when she’s uncomfortable or knows its important she could tell you she’s a one eyed one horned flying purple people eater and you might just believe her. The kit likes to spin a tail every now and then she thinks things through even when being impatient. Briarpaw is a huge help because unlike some older, wiser cats she is always dreaming of newer ways and things that can change. Her way of thinking tells her, 'Well okay, I know its possible to cure this with this, but why don’t I give another herb a try just in case we ever run out!' or something like that. She’s uneasily fazed but when presented with a high pressure, life-changing moment she might just start shaking and getting all nervous suddenly. Her usual calm accepting schtik just flies out the window and that’s when cats can truly tell she’s still a kit and needs time to grow more experienced. Briarpaw isn’t really a chatty-cathy but she can talk a lot sometimes. If ever there is a large group of cats focused on her she'll start gushing and rambling on for her kind, caring, hospitable nature keeps her from getting too rude when not needed. She does indeed have a huge temper though especially when teased for her jumpiness, that’s when Briarpaw will get very silent and scary enough to give even a seasoned warrior the quivers. Do not mess with her, Briarpaw has gone through enough that she doesn’t just take grief silently. That kit will claw your eyes out if you offend her or her family. Briarpaw has a few little quirks that help make her... her. She is very fond of feathers and sometimes sneaks them into her bedding as a soft cushion to help her sleep. She gets really crazy when she gets too close to poppy seeds but besides that is pretty good with other herbs. The she-kit is innocent in the way hat she herself has never experienced very deep trauma but she does know that pain is too real and is prepared to face it down to an extent. Her bravery and huge heart combined lead to foolishness and risk-taking for other cats she may not even know or like! She’s sincere and tries not to tell a lie very often although she enjoys telling partial truths . She’s smart and a quick-learn but not wise enough to use all her brains the best way just yet. Only time will tell if Briarpaw will reach the limit of the skies but if she’s taught well, and her skills are honed this kit will most certainly teach a few things to everybody she knows and will be a good medicine cat indeed. Her bravery is unquestionable, she will gladly lay down her life to save even that of a loner, or kittypet. She doesnt have a truly mean bone in her body and thoguh she may be a tough little fireball she is sensitive and will get upset if you call her a name or be mean to her for no good reason. She can be... persuasive and sneaky enoguh to get you to agree to most anything although she hardly likes doing it to her clan mates. Its rude to get somebody to give you the best moss they gather! A real live-wire, Briarpaw isnt always what she seems to be. Just remember one thing: She is good, she will never try to hurt you. Well--she might hurt you if shes trying to learn something new, yes curiosity kills her morals and she has a hunger for knowledge that cannot be quenched with simple yes or no answers. She wants to learn and teach in turn.

"Im going to be a medicine cat, Im going to be the best one there ever was and Im going to get wise and cure sickness' with new ways and herbs! Nobody will get in the way of my dreams. Im the one who will be looked upto one day..." --Briarkit being slightly stubborn and bold as she explains to Emeraldmyth why she needs to be the medicine cat apprentice.

how can you see into my eyes like open doors
leading you down into my core
where I've become so numb without a soul my spirit sleeping somewhere cold
until you find it there and lead it back home

Not to say shes invinsible, her little quirks, feather obsession, temper, etc all help make her a person but she has one morel ittle problem. Briarpaw sometimes feels as though she cant bear to go on, some part of her died when her brother did and though she cant remember him she cant help but forget him either. A determination, a dark depression... both help her become herself but it isnt funny or heroic. Shes scared to death being so sad she cnat help but wonder why shes alive but still she carries on with gracefullness, hope and faith in StarClan. Such feelings are not uncommon but they give her character and depth that is not seen amongst young cats such as herself very often. This is also her greatest secret for she knows if any cat was to find her guilty of acting so--petrified of herself they would call her unstable, or a freak. She could never handle such a thing.
On that note I leave you to think of this smart, caring, beuatiful, independent, shy, jumpy, deep, lively, cat. She was made to be herself but all and all, even after everything she's still just a person and even if she is a medicine cat to be she would love to be treated that way by all. She would love to have a strong bond with her mentor that goes across boundries into a place called friendship. What cat would deny a kit that?

History: Her mother Brightdance moons before even thinking of having a second litter of kits went into labor and had one little tom, Nighthawk. Nighthawk’s father is unknown and thus, Briarpaw’s small family was started. Moons later, when Nighthawk was a bold young warrior he learned of his mothers pregnancy and felt pure resentment towards whoever the kit was to be. He cursed his mother for having more kits and told her wasn’t he enough? Brightdance’s new mate Truefire in turn hated Brightdance’s first kit. Soon Briarkit and Icekit were born and Nighthawk forgot his petty little problems with them. He fell in love with his small brother and sister and soon the family was happy (enough) again. Briarpaw’s first moons were filled with love and bliss, untainted by family feuds, drought, famine, fights, or spite. She grew up to think everybody would be this way. Some say it was fortunate that death touched the family or else Briarpaw would have been too shocked by the real world. Icekit died and Briarkit fell into a deep and terrible nothingness. A moon passed and she felt her brother come to her in her dreams, Icekit smiled and she smelled poppy-seeds. Ever after Briarkit had made up her mind that she would be medicine cat. Truly the poppy-seed smell had nothing to do with her dream but it set a chain of events that would lead to shy Briarkit asking Emeraldmyth if she could be her apprentice and growing into the fine young cat she is (not to mention bold) Life went on and Briarkit grew up to be a good litte youngling. Her mother and father were pleased with her attitude with life and smile down upon her. Even bitter Nighthawk loves his sister with a passion and Briarpaw knows that she will grow up to be the best medicine cat ever as long as she has her adoring family, her mentor, her clan and all the friends she has in it. Briarpaw looks up into the sky and sees all the pain she will feel, the hardships she will face and still she goes on. Yeah, she’s young and foolish and has a lot to learn about how bad life can really be but she’s willing to give it a try. What else is she gonna do? Just die? This cat has spunk and refuses to just bow donw and give up Tellling her to do otherwise would be like killing a part of her to sacred and important for Briarpaw to go on living without(I plan on saying her parents died or ran off together so that’ll add a little twist for her and Emerladmyth to get over in a few moons)

In Character: Briarpaw ran, she ran faster than her small paws could carry her. A voice in the mist called to her, telling her it needed help. All was silent for a moment and Briarpaw forced herself to run faster.
It didn’t help. As she stumbled and fell Briarpaw landed right in front of one of the most terrifying things she could ever witness. Two dead bodies still warm lie before her. Truefire and Brightdance, father and mother, her most beloved were cooling as the light in their eyes faded and Briarpaw only could sit there and scre—
A sharp gasp. A shaking kit jumped to her feet as the rain continued to pound against the roof of her beloved medicine cat den. It had been only two days in her knew home but Briarpaw’s dark dreams had followed her. The night was a terrible time for the kit and she only hoped that Emeraldmyth would not wake for her heavy breathing and shivering.
Muttering to herself she stared out into the gloomy darkness outside. Trapped, that was what had happened to her, she had been trapped with no visible escape taunted by the outside where buckets of rain fell from the skies above. Kept from rest by nightmares she could only hope were not visions sent to her by StarClan the kit was doomed to nights of staring anxiously from her mentor to the outside world where the night sounds were the only thing that kept her from going insane with lack of—everything.
“Morning will be here as the moon sets and the sun rises,” she whispered to herself over and over again squeezing her eyes shut tightly. The sun’l be out tomorrow, la deed a da… yeah that was all fine and true but what would she do right now?
Impatient as ever Briarpaw kneaded the dirt floor beneath her and took a deep calming breath. She needed to keep her cool, maybe even try to fall asleep again before Emeraldmyth had to wake her up in the middle of sorting herbs or even eating food. Maybe you should just tell her a part of the young apprentice screamed. It was reasonable enough but somehow she found herself being secretive. A natural trait of hers, what they don’t know wont hurt you.
“Yeah, the sun better come out.”
A startle. (sorry for sorta god-modding) Emeraldmyth rustled in her beddings. Briarpaw darted across the den and nearly flew into her small, 'nest,' composed off fine moss and many pretty feathers. Briarpaw shook with fear at being found out by her mentor. What would Emeraldmyth do? Would she ask to return Briarpaw for a better apprentice because she was too restless. A part of the young cat knew otherwise but she couldnt help but worry. It was silly, petty little problem but, Briarpaw needed to be assured that all would calm and life would go on in a better fashion. At least--she hoped that would be the effect.
No jinksing.... I hope i didnt jinks it!!!

Relationships/Kin-- Briarpaw’s Family Tree:
Siblings- Nighthawk and Icekit.
Parents- Brightdance and Truefire
Uncles and Aunts- Dahliasong (If anybody has a cat willing to be one)

Other: Briarpaw is an original charry I have never used this bio on another site but it is similar to others. None of this is copied from anybody else’s work.

Codewords: Painting Portraits of Ghosts

Lyrics: Kerli's 'Walking On Air.' and Evenescence's 'Bring Me to Life.'(I use songs a lot)

Winterkit


Winterkit~fate
cold weather
she-kit
3 moons
Serenity C.
Kit



Looks

Winterkit is a small, gentle little kit. Her fur would be soft as cashmere and fine as it too, for she was born a kitty-pet and a well bred one at that! A grey and white, splashed together to make a miniature Snow-White Tigress out of Winterkit. Her fur is long and warm, if a cat was to brush pelts with the small she-kit he would immediately comment on the texture of her flank. She has a certain air of royalty--or a royal poser.

Tiny, miniature, small, wimpy, runtish, all are good words to describe the physique of Winterkit. Sadly, her would be nice fur is overshadowed by her being underfed. It shows on her pocket-sized body, her ribs are visible and bones jut out from most everywhere. Even her tail is skinny although very fluffy like the rest of her fur. Winterkit is a starving little one who will with time and nurture grow bigger and more, 'slim,' than, anorexic.

She has eyes that reflect a dark past or a looking future. Brittle and ice-like this kit's eyes are cold and menacing, although the owner is rather different to say the least. They are a color not blue, nor silver but very fair and flecked with shards of crystalline ice particles. They dominate the rest of her body and take away any doubts a cat may have that she is too kittypet-ish to Ive among st the Clans.

Actions

She is not very kind, nor selfless. Like many kits Winterkit cannot see past her cute pint-sized nose and has sees no appeal in knowing what goes on in other cats heads. She is not evil, Winterkit is an immature, innocent youth not a plotting master-mind but still she radiates an aura that could only be described as wintery and dark.

Yes, maybe she could be called playful but not nice-- Winterkit is far too shy to ever have a long enough conversation with somebody else to be judged a bad kitten or a good kitten. She feels lonely and overly judged for her almost surely kitty-pet roots. Winterkit would be a fine, loyal friend to anybody who would be willing to take the time to get to know her.

She has protecting herself, subconsciously made a wall of thick ice and glass that takes more than a sturdy hammer to knock down, only time and the thawing of her cool defenses would ever a cat find Winterkit's lovely side within. Inside she is really just afraid of being hurt mentally and physically and her brain has equipped her with the ability to block any early memories of things that would make her sad. She thus does not know any pain and is oblivious, youthful and innocent of any crime but self-preservation.

A part of her knows when she has a mentor to discipline her and see her every day, patiently guide her toward a better light and keep her from falling to pieces everything will be OK. Hope is within her and if Winterkit just let fate take her hand and pull her along things might get better for the cold, lonely Winterkit.

History

Winterkit was found in the middle of the coldest season of the year by a half kittypet, half Clan warrior who was patrolling. The mews of the small she-kit were heard even over the howling wind and crying drip-drop rain. As the warrior approached he heard a whisper call, 'Good-bye Winter,' and walked toward the voice finding Winterkit. The small one was shaking and looked pitiful, none of this mattered though for around her neck was a pale blue ribbon. Timehand, the warrior shuddered and knew she was an abandoned kittypet, taking her by the scruff of her neck he took her to his vain sister who had just had kits only two days ago. The pale Grey and white kit fit in with the rest of her litter and Timehand's sister never fully noticed Winterkit was an outsider's youngen. Winterkit, Timehand, 'reminded,' his sister of the youngest kitten she had claiming Winterkit has been born when she was falling into a drowsy sleep. Nobody said a word even if they were suspicious and Winterkit grew up a silent little pretty-thing.

Moons passed and she grew up among her siblings, Frostkit, Icekit, Snowkit, and Whitekit who were all snow-white kits with distinct grey eyes. Winterkit managed to convince herself she was one of them... she has never doubted the lies behind her uncles coddling words, else she find out something she does not want to know and ruin her perfect charade-game.


In Character: --

Relationships/Kin
Foster Uncle-Timehand
Foster Mom-Bluebell
Foster Sis-Frostkit
Foster Bros-Icekit, Snowkit, Whitekit

Other: Her color is white.
Codewords: painting portraits of ghosts.
ooc- I wanted a kit and I only have 1
SCer in the accepting stage so this
seemed a good clan for her -patpat-

ooc- its fine Hawk, I understand--Im just impatient when Im PMing with you but you aint posting

Miserpaw


With a great yowl she pounced on the intruder, satisfied with her charm, Miserypaw let her true dark nature shine as she attempted to land on the other apprentice her claws unsheathed. Finally she had a chance to prove she was worth something, she could hear her telling Wovenstar the good news already...

The tired she-cat entered the Clan and the cats nearby gasped, bloody Miserypaw was dragged to Dancinghare but she refused to be treated until she spoke to Wovenstar. Wovenstar would come in and ask what had happend.
Thats when Miserypaw would tell of a CloudCLan apprentice who had crossed the Border, coming towards her--MIserypaw had defended her Clan with claw and tooth against a possible spy! She would be called brave and be respected forever, maybe one day becoming Miserystar and...

The dream shattered as Miserypaw did a twist in the air and landed on her paws rather clumsily on the edge of MoonClan territory. She couldnt do it, she couldnt seem to bring herself to follow through with her ingenious plan. Something about the innocent look in Darkpaw's eyes, the way he had immediately understood his error and backed up. Maybe she was just going soft, but Miserypaw found herself unable to hurt this fellow apprentice even if he was CloudClan scum.

She shook the dirt off her pelt and locked eyes with him. A smile crept onto her pretty-face.

"Setting you up," she whispered quietly.

Within a year or two I went from about 500 word bios to 1500 word bios. Lets look into my humanoid RPing, shall we? A few of you know Buffy from HBH - Aya should, at the very least. Here's my first girl on HBH!

Name: Helene 'Buffy' Striker
Age: 16
Gender: Female
Child of: Hades
Appearence:
Very light, wavy blonde hair goes down to her shoulders. Buffy is extremely jealous of girls with long hair, as hers never seemed to grow any longer than her shoulders no matter what she did. This trait is that of her mothers, along with her long legs and tan-bordering-on-olive skin tone. Buffy was raised in sunny San Diego California, so its no surprise shes got a mean tan. Her body is slightly curved but nowhere near as striking as a daughter of Aphrodite. Buffy has a penetrating, charismatic stare. Her dark eyes are that of the father she never knew as a young girl, and so is the delicate smirk in place on her face most of the time. She radiates power and is very snobby looking, even if she has been called one of the kindest girls of Camp Half Blood. She is in full, a very tan, light-blonde haired girl with dark eyes who is a bit taller than average. Her amazing posture and regal stance helps to make this girl look a lot taller than she really is. Buffy has always wished she was a delicate, tiny girl instead of a near Amazonian girl who is extremely buff and has always been. The grass always is greener...
Personality:
Buffy Striker is a powerful young woman, her chin up her shoulders back, she looks ten feet tall. Buffy is charming and kind, she is pretty smart, but in a sly, cunning way instead of a wise, intelligent Athena-Way. Some say you dont inherit your personality, but comparing Buffy to her father you see they have the same shape to their ways. Yes, it is true Buffy is kind and loving, but her dominating, darker aura helps to make some younger campers fear her.

Partly Buffy wishes she was shorter so she wouldnt intimidate people as much although trully she knows it isnt her not-really-that-tall height thats so scary. Often Buffys mood is very pitiful when you get her next to a confidant, beuatiful Aphrodite Child, or anybody who manages to be powerful and respected, not feared.

Something about Buffy thats odd is her draw. Although she i often scorned for her personality, people cant help but pay attention to her. Luckily the girl is pretty humble and although she isnt shy, she doesnt really enjoy the lime-light much, creating a girl that is both so talked about, yet so ignored, placed in the back of your mind as 'that daughter of Hades who is really nice but kinda scary.' Buffy has quite a few good friends and she doesnt like just having one best friend. People are one of the things Buffy loves.
History:
Born Helene Striker to an unkown mother who abandoned her when she was thre years old, Helene grew up with no knowledge of her parentage. She was always assumed to be a dreamer, which thankfully kept her childhood friends from suspecting she was some weirdo ADHD kid. Helene had trouble with reading, but for a Half Blood she actually was pretty fast at reading modern books. Now at the age of eight, most girls her age looked like wet noodles, no muscle or curves but Helene was extremely buff for a eight year old. She was once taunted for being so strong.

"Shes just a really freaky strong girl! Whats so great bout being big and boy-looking?" the girl had teased before Helene turned around and punched her in the nose.
"Shes like Bufy the Vampire Slayer--tan, blonde, and really strong," one of her teachers had remarked as they tried to gte her never-home parents on the phone. Now Helene had always thoguht the same thing, and that memory became one of her fondest--the first time somebody had regarded her strength without spite.

That same week her adoptive parents, a business man and lawyer wife who were never home and had only adopted Helene because it made them seem more people-like, were out of town. Helene decided to run away amd somehow she made it to Camp Half Blood without her fathers help at all. She was still young, and not many mosnters recongnized her as a Child of Hades. She was just an average run away girl.

Upon her strange arrival at Camp Half Blood Helene decided she no longer wished to remember her, 'past life,' and changed her name to Buffy. As the years went on, Buffy made friends, shared her first kiss, punched a few people in the face, and had her shoe eaten by a monster-dog-thing. She stayed at Camp all year long and during her second summer was claimed by Hades.

Buffy became Head of her Cabin at a young age, but she was one of the youngest Hades campers, to arrive, thus she had been there a longer time than a few others around her age.
Codeword: !
Additional Comments:
Im trying her out for Head of Cabin.

also i didnt really get the whole Code thing with a letter in blahblahblah... uh, Id recomend at the end of the Rules just saying, 'the password is the second word of the fourth paragrpah instead of the other way... its very hard annoying trying to find the seperate letters.

Buffy Striker slashed at a dummy with her fencing sword. Even before she had learned she was a demi-god, a six year old Buffy had taken fencing class along with self-defense and kick-boxing. She considered herself an expert in fencing, although Buffy was more likely to shoot herself with a bow and arrow, and regualr swors were so heavy!

Upon her arrival at Camp Half-Blood, Buffy had been regarded as the best fencer, and her skills had only grown. She didnt really use any other weapons besides the occasional poisoned dagger, but that was only because Buffy knew she wasnt the best at any other things. She had to represent her father, she had to be the best at something and focusing on things shed never be good at seemed pointless.

The girl sighed, she was far too tired to keep going on and she had alreayd skipped dinner. There was no point in continuing, she would have to go back to the Hades Cabin, say goodnight and then come back out again. The prospect seemed to unappealing, "Gods I wish the Night wasnt such a big deal," she mtutered not even knowing what it meant. Collapsing onto the ground she let herself get comfortable, only a few more minutes... then she'd go...

Obviously my quality - and quantity went down hill after the death of Everchange, my last Warriors RPG. Humanoid RPing really is hard!