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Post by kitt` on Apr 20, 2011 5:50:51 GMT -6
{ N } A M E:
Mapleleaf
{ A } G E:
26 moons
{ C } L A N:
IgnisClan
{ R } A N K:
Warrior
{ G } E N D E R:
She-cat
{ Q } U I C K | D E S C R I P T I O N:
A maple colored she-cat with olive eyes and a patch of cream.
{ A } P P E A R A N C E:
Mapleleaf's pelt might remind one of a faded ginger, but it is not of a red hue. Instead, it is of a muddy brown twisted up with splashes of autumnal spices and milky creams. Her pelt's length is something of medium-length as she does not have shorthair nor longhair. Long, white hairs protrude from her hair and cover part of her ears.
Mapleleaf also has creamy whites present upon her muzzle and a little up the bridge of her nose. The nose itself is a dark shade of mahogany and provides her with a neutral area for all of the colors of her pelt to erupt from. Long, pearly white whiskers protrude from areas to the left and right of her mouth. Sparkling white teeth are concealed by those viewing her except for the left canine. It actually bulges out a bit at her darkly shaded lips and causes her to hold her mouth at an odd angle and position.
Mapleleaf's eyes are a beautiful hazel shade that are laced and splashed with different shades of emerald. Most of them are either quite dark or incredibly pale. The rest are touched up by enough variations of cocoa to transform the overall effect into a dazzling hazel that's the same as the next cat. But, of course, there are sparks of a fading youngster phase and shadows of the beginning of maturity. Afterall, she's not an apprentice anymore.
{ P } E R S O N A L I T Y:
Mapleleaf has always been a naive cat. Her actions reflect upon this on an incredible scale of all her past misadventures. Oh yes, she's always been a curious girl. A curious girl that acts with utter carelessness. But, what's life in the Clans without a little bit of risk? To Mapleleaf, it's all about living in the moment and being mature when she's some dead cat up in StarClan.
Somehow (and it's a total mystery why) her nose is attracted like a bear to honey to everyone else's business and their personal matters. Gossip's running about camp and spreading like wildfire? This talkative girl's most likely the reason why. Why, her dainty mouth spreads everything she can stick her nose into and every little word that floats on the gentle breeze. With her cinnamon dusted pelt, she can easily blend into various types of undergrowth if she would be sneaky about it.
Alas, Mapleleaf hungers for trouble and the punishments placed upon her. Sideways glances brimming with irritation feed her inner fire like putting coal in a blazing fire. When she's not off being the brat that she is and ruining everyone's day, she's off trying to say a few interesting words to the toms to catch their interest. You see, Mapleleaf has never held onto a tom for very long. Everytime she sinks her claws into one, they see her for who she really is - a she-cat craving attention and one that will fight to be showered with it. They run for the metaphoric hills, but she's never really minded too much. Usually, they're all part of the game she plays. But, lately, Mapleleaf's been growing quiet around the few toms she hasn't scared off. In fact, when around those very few, she puts on a perfect mask of utter maturity and delicacy. As if she's beginning to realize that she'll never find love if she chases everyone off. Love, friends, or a life. Who's going to be the one to make Mapleleaf try?
{ H } I S T O R Y:
hurrrr, no thank you.
{ E } T C:
moo.
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Post by K!tten on Apr 20, 2011 22:32:25 GMT -6
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