[fancypost bordercolor= transparent]Name: Prima
Age: 13 Moons
Appearance: This little lady is not one of those dainty dear daisies which can prance about on her tiptoes with a willowy figure and slender body; she's more of a wide-set, broad shouldered, stocky kind of type. Her stature certainly doesn't lend to dancing or flitting through the breeze.
Aside from her bulky figure, she does look a little average - nothing but a black pelt and amber eyes to show for beauty, or at least at a first glance: they 'black' pelt is jet-black, without a single white hair or fleck to ruin the illusion. As for her eyes, the amber is more of a pale, yellowing gold around the iris, much akin to a buttercup or to the honey of a bee.
Any other assets to make note of? A general short height, short tail, short whiskers; short all around really. She does have unusually large eyes, perhaps a more redeeming feature of her, and she can resemble that of a stumpy panther - so she isn't all that commonplace.
Personality: Floaty, daydreamer, stubborn; a few words which are used to describe this she-cat. Intelligent, observant, independent; admittedly these too are words related to Prima, but most tend to stick with the above.
So, what's this little feather-brain's problem? Well, Prima is just very attached to her thoughts, dreams and ideas - clinging on to them rather viciously. They say she's off in her own world, and they are quite right. Only because she'll always be one step ahead - her thoughts far more advanced and tripping over onto the next level. Even so, she's definitely an airhead.
But she can go from airhead to hothead in 0 - 60 seconds. If you ignite the flame in her, then she'll burst up in your face; a wild, flamboyant anger. It's then when she might seem to look a little elegant with her graceful movements and eloquent speech as she starts to fight back at you.
Annoyingly, Prima is as stubborn as a mule, which can end in reckless results - but she likes to prove her point, and if it's wrong she'll right it to make herself be the one in charge. An independent young she-cat with a bite and a certain disregard to social conventions and rules.
Odd, as she is, it is her intelligence and observance which makes her what she is. So, at heart, she's just a very nice cat with a few persona quirks.
HP / HP Relations: Though she may not be a HP as such, her relations are endless. She is the daughter of Space (ScarClan healer, who has recently been demoted) and Reinpaw (Now Reindeer).
Reindeer here being that famous ex-shadowclan cat who has been going around... extending his family. Thus creating more side relations for Prima, though I am not sure of his own heritage.
As for Space, she is the daughter of Flurryfall and Clouds, both of which have many, many relations.
So all in all Prima is extremely HP related, and I think she's a generation five cat.
Why: I feel that I need to roleplay Prima more and get her into plots, making myself more active in the ScarClan area. I'm fond of her, and have been trying to get her a mate for a while now, but nothing seems to have fitted or followed through - so I'm looking for a plot that can last and be a success; this plot seems perfect.
Roleplay sample: I'm not sure if you want one with Prima, or just a general roleplay sample: so I'll give you both ;3
The she-cat flicked her tail thoughtfully when the tom seemed to have forgotten his name. To Prima, names were everything - they were what made you what you are. You could judge someone's character by their name - for example, if someone was called Death the Murdering Psychopath then you would presume that they were a murdering psychopath. Then again, they might be a nice cat and the name would just lead to prejudice - perhaps it would be better if they all didn't had names.
Prima's thought track was wondering off again, however she was brought to reality when the new cat proclaimed the rabbit to be a gift and dropped it at her paws. Neat. Almost instantly she felt the desire to tear into the rabbit, but she should probably give it to ScarClan. But when she last checked the fresh-kill pile was full...
She was about to decide to eat it, but then she caught a proper glance at the serval - he was skin and bones. "Thank you for your offering, but you ought to eat it yourself - you're not exactly plump now are you? Eat it. You caught it, 'sides - ScarClan don't need the rabbit now, we've got a full store." Prima mewed, her yellow eyes glinting in generosity.
It seemed that leaf-fall was turning the leaves gold and letting the conkers fall, though the season was rich in beauty, it had a bitter after taste for a certain RiverClan apprentice, Serendipitypaw. The time of leaf-fall was always a disappointment to her; it was when the days of sunshine and humidity left to be replaced with rain and frosty air. At least there was the colours of leaf-fall - something which she would surely miss when it came to leaf-bare.
Serendipitypaw sighed to herself, looking at the browning leaves on the trees awaiting to drop, she stored the image away in her mind for when the trees grew bare and the weather grew harsh. She had no idea of what she would do if she was ThunderClan - to them trees must be everything, and to have their whole territory change around them... But that was nothing. In RiverClan the river could ice over, and that wouldn't just change the territory, it would change everything.
Feeling a little sulky about the weather, the temperature, the possibility of the river freezing over and how lucky the other Clans were... Serendipitypaw began to pad towards that large swirling, watery ribbon which was the heart to their territory. Perhaps she could catch some fish, she'd been successful when hunting with her mentor before, but she'd never caught fish by herself. Then again, she had tried to, but that was embarrassing.
The slender, white she-cat found her way to the river, and sat beside the reed riddled riverbank. Staring into it's depths, she quite forgot about her surroundings and her hunting attempt, the water was just so fascinating. Admittedly it was wet, but that was just one of the natural snags with water - it didn't stop it from looking so pretty.
Amber-copper eyes round, the apprentice wrapped her thin white tail around her paws, and let herself get wrapped up in watching the hypnotizing, little whirlpools.
