Posts by BrynnCapella

reveriepaw

was there one you saw too clearly, did they seem to real to you?
they were kids that i once knew, they were kids that i once knew....

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Name:
reveriepaw (re-ah-ree)
Gender:
shecat
Age:
8 moons
Rank:
apprentice
Mentor:
open?

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Eye Color:
moss green with light amber edging the rims.
Pelt Color:
fawn tabby with dark brown stripes along her back, flanks and legs. she has a white muzzle that extends down into her chest, underbelly and paws.
Overall Appearance:
reveriepaw is a copy of her mother. the fawn tabby has darker thin brown stripes along her spine, flank and legs. her petite white muzzle extends deep into her chest, underbelly, and insides of her legs to her paws. her ears are sharp and usually pricked, quite large for a cat so thin. she is small but not tiny, her legs are long and spindly, agility and accuracy hidden in them. her paws are small and claws sharp, her blows nimble and precise but with little force behind them. her tail is long and refined, helping her with her stealth and steadiness. quiet as the breeze, her hunting skills are superb. but being so lithe and nimble, she is easily over powered, having a hard time escaping being pinned down if she can't slip out. whiskers long and nose soft, she always has a clean look about her. and she doesn't even spend all that much time cleaning. lastly, she has round oval eyes, the colour of suntanned moss, a soft green, streaked around the rims with a sun kissed amber.

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Personality:
reveriepaw is a overall quiet and standoffish shecat. she certainly isn't a social butterfly but does appreciate one or two friends to quietly share tongues with when the time comes. she won't chat your ear off though. she is standoffish, not really a fan of sharing her opinions, or her worries. she does have her mothers feisty aura though. when ever anyone speaks of her past, she'll snap and flex her claws angrily, usually tearing up the ground beneath her. the fawn tabby will usually sit off to side in camp, daydreaming about her mother she misses so dearly. now she would dream in the night about her, but its always her father killing her mother. it hurts her so. but she tries not to let her past get in the way of her future, but it always hunts her like she hunts freshkill. she keeps quiet and sane, not slowly going insane. she tries to move on, she tries. in the night she always looks to the stars, wondering if her mother is looking back down at her. now her morals are strong, she doesn't like fighting as others do. if she ever has to kill a cat, it will kill her on the inside. on a brighter side, she enjoys hunting for the clan, feeling the cool morning breeze on her face, or the luminous night stars over her pelt. she is a good follower, gladly doing what she is told and helping others. she feels she isn't fit for a leader type role and would be happy to blend into a crowd than to be in the centre of attention. oh thats another thing. reveriepaw is terrified of being put on the spot, everyones eyes boring into her soul, calling her loner. so all in all, she is a quiet, off cat, not up for a fight, as her past haunting her.
Likes:
hunting (especially in the night), to let her mind wander, to think. stargazing, once aain for her mother, and they are just so beautiful. the cool morning breeze, makes her feel alive. daydreaming about just her mother.
Dislikes:
underground where she cant see. fighting, she has weird morals. her loner blood, her past haunts her like a wolf. nightmares, who does like those? when the stars don't show, she fears her mother isn't watching.
Fears:
she is terrified of loosing her sight, like her mother did before she died. she is also scared of her father's whereabouts, and her father in genuine. it is her fear of one day having to kill a cat.
Favorites:
night hunting, where she can let her mind wander endlessly. star gazing to look for her mother, it calms her. the cool and warm breeze when she feels alive, the weather electrifies her heart.
Strengths:
she is quick and has nimble paws, making her agile. she is a better hunter than fighter and her stalking quite strong. she is quiet and can hide easily.
Weaknesses:
she believes her loner blood is a weakness, and she's always daydreaming about her past. she isn't that strong, and she can be pinned by weight easily. her blows don't have the power behind them as some do. she relies heavily on her eyes.

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Mother:
crashingcrescendo {deceased}
Father:
palladium {location unknown}
Littermates:
striker {deceased}, cascadingkit {deceased} & drakkar {location unknown}
Other Family Members:
unknown
History:
it all started when crashingcrescendo was wandering the woods one night, her clan long forgotten from her memory. the moon was high in the sky, breeze tugging at her pale tabby fur with aggression. to those who once knew her, knew she always was stubborn, hotheaded shecat, but she had grown tired over the many seasons of loneliness. leaving her clan for a reason she couldn't even recall from the depths of her mind, she had been travelling for many many moons, never staying in one place for too long. she was lonely and sad, she longed for someones company. it was late and the pale tabby's dark blue eyes lifted to the sky, praying to starclan for the last time for anything. any sign that she should keep going. thats when she heard a disturbance in the heavy undergrowth just ahead of her. she paused, lifting a paw slowly, recalling any sort of battle training she'd ever received. the minute she unsheathed her claws a yowling mass of black fur came launching out, claws unsheathed and fangs bared. the pair of cats wrestled around, clawing and screeching, as if they were fighting for death. unfortunately the black mass was stronger and larger than she, pinning her tightly to the ground. deep amber eyes meeting the shecats, the pair stopped clawing and fighting and just looked at each other. as if there was some string attaching the two pairs of eyes, the black tom got off her, and grinned, the handsomest grin she'd ever seen. feeling her heart flutter, she felt her cheeks redden. the black tom opened his mouth and spoke, "well i didn't know such lovely shecats wandered out in this part of the woods." and it all started there. palladium and crashingcrescendo quickly tumbled into a fairytale love. but this fairytale didn't end with a happy ending. it was a dark snowy night (leaf-bare) when the screams of the pale tabby rang through the empty forest. four kits were born. first a large tuxedo tom with ice blue eyes soon named striker for his striking markings. second another large and powerful deep brown tabby tom with the amber eyes of his father, named drakkar for that was the name of palladiums father. third a fawn tabby shekit with various white markings, and moss green eyes, named reveriekit, for her dream-like state. and finally a very small white shekit with her mothers royal blue eyes, named cascadingkit for her mothers clan-names. it started out good, a happy family with four beautiful kits, but then the snowstorm hit. cascadingkit's life was lost, and it rocked crashingcrescendo to the bone. she made the decision to rejoin a clan, for the sake of her kits. knowing about a clan high in the mountains the mournful family took off in search of mountainclan, as soon as the storm was over. unfortunately the weather was against them. the travel was too much for the young kit striker. he died of exhaustion and greencough. horrified, palladium was done. in a fury of claws, crashingcrescendo was blinded, and the tom spoke his last words to her, "if you weren't so stupid enough as to travel up to some silly clan, striker would still be here." he then disappeared with his only son drakkar, leaving crashingcrescendo and reveriekit to die. at that moment, crashingcrescendo's old stubborn nature came back as she forged on, bleeding and blind. her daughter was old enough to lead her to the clan border, following her instructions carefully and precisely. when a border patrol came, they found a young apprentice aged reveriekit laying over her mothers deceased body. the fairytale was over.
Mate:
none.
Kits:
none.

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Username:
BrynnCapella
Screen Name:
starry.
Link to Camp:
my camp
Online Activity Level:
varies, but when summer comes very active. will be inactive near the end of june for exams though.
Other:
beautiful clan lion, beautiful. <3 i am excited to be a part of it.
i hope the history is okay. if you want me to change it i will.
`rule the rock`
RP Sample:

Quote

with reveriepaw (sorry for the low muse)
the lithe fawn tabby quietly skirted the edge of the apprentice den, careful not to disturb any of the other many apprentices that slept on. it was dawn and she just couldn't sleep. exiting without so much as a ruffled leaf, her mossy eyes scanned around, sharp ears pricked. hearing the tiny mews of the nursery in the next den over she smiled softly to herself. of how the kits were so funny. leaping over each other and wrestling, it was quite humorous. she didn't like many cats but the kits were hilarious to watch, so she always stood off to the side to watch them. shaking her head from her thoughts she padded onwards. giving her fur a shake she sat down outside the apprentice den, listening to the soft snoring of the other apprentices, some of them murmured in the sleep. she rolled her mossy eyes at the ridiculous-ness of her clanmates. she felt bad thinking that though. sighing she just needed to get of of camp. she ambled her way out of the entrance and lifted her head to the warm breeze and felt her lips tug at a smile. oh yes, this was her favourite time.

[size=16pt]photofinish[/size]

i wont burn long,
& evidence of your done wrong will be gone,
in seconds i swear...

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name; photokit/paw/finish
gender; tom
theme; in fact gregory & the hawk

eye colour; light mossy green, yellowing out at the rims.
pelt colour; photo's pelt is oil black, lightening to a bay black on his chest and belly. his pelt is short and sleek.
overall appearance; photo is a bit thinner in his frame, which is a tad surprising for being a shadowclan tom. he has a lean, smooth figure, with longer limbs and a nicely proportioned figure. he has long whiskers and a small nose with very round, circular eyes. with a pelt as black as night, he is a skilled hider, his pelt melting into the shadows, like a real shadowclaner. like a melting black candle, his fur is shorter and shiny, like a pool of black ink. on his chest is more of a bay black, like his oily pelt has been sunburnt. his sharp ears compliment his round mossy eyes. yellowing like the sun at the tips. now the cause of his clumsiness, is the fact that his paws are strangely large, making him awkward and clumsy. thin frame with big paws, your bound to be clumsy.

personality; photo is your typical clumsy puppy, tripping over himself to help others. he could be bleeding to death but will still wait until everyone else is treated before himself. he is extremely loyal and loves to help, even if it means checking the elders for ticks, which he'd do happily. he almost never complains, and is usually cheerful, though not necessarily vocally cheerful, as he's a bit on the quieter side. a valued member of shadowclan, he's a fair fighter, not exceptional in any way, but is a skilled hunter, using his thin frame for agility. though, he can be quite clumsy, sometimes tripping and scaring off prey. this usually lands him scolds from others but he merely blushes and shrugs it off. he has a thick layer of skin and doesn't get put off by a lot. he loves hearing stories, and if you can't find him, he's probably telling stories to the kits, or hearing stories from the elders. he does have a real imagination, but keeps it real a lot of the time, not typically daydreaming. he's a real sweetie, never ever raising his voice, he's practically never angry either. he's a mommy's boy, loving and caring for his mother so very much. now, it seems like this tom is perfect, like he has no flaws, but, he wears his heart on his sleeve and, after a while, its going to cause him trouble, real trouble.
strengths; his imagination, as he can make almost any cat smile. loyalty is strong within him, though he isn't bloodthirsty. he's a hardworker, and never complains.
weaknesses; he is not that great of a fighter, usually tripping and falling. he can be clumsy and has a hard time focusing. his heart is always on his sleeve, and well, thats beckoning trouble.

user; BrynnCapella
screen; starry.
activity; varies. will be inactive at the end of june for exams but after that very active.
plots; -i want him to be very close to one of his sisters, and i'll try to involve him in everything awesome.
-since he's a mommies boy, and he's not, well, that skilled, maybe his mother can secretly help him train?
in fact, i don't wanna be friends
dear photo, being the kind and sweet tom he is falls for a shecat, one that is very depressed and has low self esteem. he tries to show her how beautiful she is, practically tripping over himself to help her. she never accepts his help, always shrugging it off. but he desperately keeps trying, but she gets worse and worse. she disappears one night, off of clan territory, and being the loyal puppy photo is, he follows her, worried. he stumbles across her, and she's high on catmint. horrified he runs to her, trying to coax the mouthwatering catmint out of her paws, while not trying to eat them himself. she gets angry and aggressive, realizing what he's doing. she lashes out, nearly clawing his ear off, leaving a bleeding cut. all the while, she screams hateful remarks, saying she will never ever love him. this kills him, its breaks him. angry and hurt, he leaves her. he makes it into the territory, still bleeding, and woozy in the head. he is found by a patrol and has to make up an excuse. his sister is suspicious, but he refuses to tell his family, for fear of them shunning him. the shecat that broke him goes rogue. he is unusually aggressive after that, and his sister has to help him.
will probably change as time goes on, tweaking and stuff. lame plot i know /shot
rp sample;
[spoiler]

starry. wrote:

little khione adonis, daughter of unitedpaw, padded lightly out of the nursery, little paws barely making a audible noise. the little shekit looked ivory white at first glance, long coat clean and crisp. with a second look you could see her silver tabby patches, blotching her coat at random, also painting her sharp ears and muzzle. their intricate coal stripes over the soft silver, make a interesting combination. but the little shekit wasn't too caring about looks, not at her age at least.

her typically skeptical coffee eyes looked around, instantly catching the somber look of the terribly sad bengaltiger and missme. she felt her features droop instantly, feeling right awful for the siblings. no cat deserved that. she knew how she would feel if any of her siblings just disappeared. complete heartache. for you wouldn't know if they were okay. for not knowing if they left because of you, not knowing if there was something you could've done to stop them. or, on the other paw, maybe they had been taken. maybe they were hurt, maybe they were in pain somewhere, crying out for your help. for no one knew. making the tears hang in the air like rainclouds.

she shook her head, stopping its darkening thoughts. thats when she didn't realize she was walking. she was walking straight towards the group of warriors, just to give bengaltiger and missme something, anything. for she couldn't stand to see a cat in such deep distraught. feeling her shy insides tighten, her feet just kept moving. still, at such a light, quiet pace. small claws giving her a long stride, making her arrive to the cats in good timing. as she now felt the flames of fear lick her pelt hungrily, squishing her insides into darkness. though feeling the woe of missme and bengaltiger, it made her push everything down, trying to bring logic to give her peace of mind.

shyly nodding to the very high warriors with the most respect she could, she turned to the distraught tom, glancing over at missme as well. "wherever lanijay went, i'm sure it was out of good intentions. she is a good deputy. well i didn't really know her, but the elders say she is one good deputy." the young khione spoke, trying to have as much authority in her voice as she could. which, well, wasn't very much. she sounded like a silly kit.

a wave of realization washed over. her insides cried silently, what have i actually done? she completely interrupted the warriors conversation for some silly comment. some comment any kit could spew. she really just wanted to help the sad tom, it gripped her heart with sadness. but alas, she probably made things no different, except making a fool of herself. her self-conciousness gripped her tightly, making her insides dance with fear and uncertainty, making her pelt hot with embarrassment. she mutely sighed, not letting a breath escape her lips.

no wonder she was antisocial, when she was social, things like this happened.

her coffee eyes wide and dark, insides dancing with fear and flames of embarrassment licking her greedily, she spoke again. "i'm sorry for interrupting..." she said in a whisper, trailing off her sentence in shyness. she slowly backed up, shame hovering over her like a cloud.

ooc; muse explosion 0-0

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other; is the plot okay? i do love photo already, i won't make his life that bad. <3
yes, my plots are a bit lame.
his personality, it seems a bit perfect, i'm not going to keep it that way, he will change to have some quirks.

khione adonis

will you still love me, when i'm no longer young & beautiful?
will you still love me, when i got nothing but my aching soul?

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name; khione adonis {goddess of snow & god of beauty}
gender; shecat
theme; young & beautiful lana del rey

eye colour; khione has very dark and skeptical eyes, always studying and analyzing her choices. her coffee coloured eyes round, ink edging the rim of her eyes, like a mascara.
pelt colour; khione's pelt is very interesting, and many quite admire it. long white fur coating her body with random patches of light grey tabby along her back, and tail. these tabby spots are light silvery grey with hints of amber and thin coal stripes swiping through them. on her head and ears is a larger patch of grey tabby, leaving her face-excluding bits of her muzzle-pure white.
overall appearance; overall this young shecat is of average size, maybe with longer legs and a winding tail. small perfectly circular paws with tiny razor claws help her grip the ground while she quickly runs where ever she needs to be. sharp pointed ears, long thin whiskers and a dark triangular nose is what defines this shecats facial features. her pelt is very interesting, and many quite admire it. long white fur coating her body with random patches of light grey tabby along her back, and tail. these tabby spots are light silvery grey with hints of amber and thin coal stripes swiping through them. on her head and ears is a larger patch of grey tabby, leaving her face-excluding bits of her muzzle-pure white. her long, soft fur trails over her body, giving her a appealing look. its usually clean and silky like a regular riverclanner. the thick longer fur isn't just for show but is a great insulator when she is in cold water. khione has very dark and skeptical eyes, always studying and analyzing her choices. her coffee coloured eyes round, ink edging the rim of her eyes, like a mascara. she is overall nicely shaped and attractive, but good luck getting to her heart.

personality; khione is a intelligent young shecat, always on the move and keen to learn. she thrives on knowledge, and loves training. though this shecat isn't battle hungry, she wouldn't provoke a fight, but she would finish one. she's not a fond one of fighting to the death, she would rather just give you scars you won't soon forget. her fighting style is always tactical, analyzing her opponent with intricate dark eyes, and finding their weaknesses. being such a hard worker, you can imagine how poor her social skills are. though she isn't one for being a social butterfly, she does enjoy sharing tongues every now and again. her skills may be impressive but she wouldn't show others them, to teach them. crowds aren't her favourite thing. she is very loyal and doesn't particularly like the other clans, though she would be respectful to them. she spits at stories of finding love in another clan and thinks it shouldn't happen. she is very opposite of hotheaded and has a very flat personality, learning to keep her emotions contained and controlled, never raising her voice, but rather quick to spit and flee. she is kind enough, not being rude but not being loving. she'd rather give you respect. she is a very considerate shecat, but knows toms only want one thing. she is very tight and doesn't like to throw her love out the window. overall, she is a valuable member, keeping calm and controlled, being fair and respectful, tactical but not battle hungry and certainly not easy.
strengths; her strategic, and tactical approach to fighting is a good asset in battle. her willingness to learn and soak up information like a sponge, makes her a good learner, and a hardworker. her levelheadedness and even temper keeps her calm and ready to talk her way out of a fight. her pretty pelt can attract a crowd.
weaknesses; she's very closed off, and not a fan of the idea of love. all she figures is that she is going to get played, while really, she is scared. she can be socially awkward as well. comes off as cold with her analytical eyes.

user; BrynnCapella
screen; starry.
activity; varies. will be inactive at the end of june for exams but after that very active.
plots; any plot i can get her in really, something that will make her big. lame i know
rp sample; haven't been roleplaying, so i used a history from a previous application.

other; unitedryuk