Post by __ S K Y E on Oct 25, 2008 19:36:51 GMT -5
the preface[/color]
· the s w e e t e s t flower w h i s p e r s red p a s s i o n ~ R O S E P A W
t h e r e is n o t h i n g more p r e c i o u s~ Rosekit or "Rose" of TEALCLAN
· a g e ~ n i n e and a h a l f moons
· g e n d e r ~ m o r e than e n o u g h to t a k e your b r e a t h away [she-cat]
· d. n. a. ~ and t h e world s p i n s into b e a u t i f u l chaos [mixed]
· a l i g n m e n t ~ the w o r l d glows u n d e r the i n f l u e n c e of r o s e s [APPRENTiCE]
· s t a n d i n g ~ s o m e t i m e s it f e e l s as i f i'm d r o w n i n g under
T E A L waters. [TC]
· i m a g e s ~ [pretty outlook] + [slender figure] +[warm, summer patterns] = [flames of breathless emerald]
the story
• Physical Description
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Let us dance in the sun, wearing wild flowers in our hair.
As many a cat has said, Rosepaw is pretty; she may be, for lack of a better word, even be described as breathtaking by some. Although she's not vain enough to actually use it, and quite young, she already knows that she holds many of the toms' hearts in her paws. Perhaps it's her oceanic emerald eyes -- bright as miniature suns, a laughing, characteristic gleam deep inside their aquamarine depths, they attract attention like two enthralling magnets. Or maybe it's the wonderfully open smile that seems to trigger the breathless, undescribable emotion that overwhelms cats in a giagantic wave of emotion, almost always knocking the breaths out of them; that causes them to stare, to blink and gape as Rosepaw present them with a bemused smile, turning back to her wide group of friends.
A single look at the apprentice is enough to scare and exhilarate a tom; oh yes, she's certainly special and deadly enough. At first glance, she is pretty. At a second, she is beautiful; but no matter how many glances that are taken, she is never perfect in the truest sense.
There are scars, but is is the scars - perhaps - that makes her appear so beautiful; it is this fact that sends tom's hearts racing, makes she-cats murmer awe-filled words. Beyond anything else, it is these scars, these flaws that make Rosepaw loved, adored. Her mouth is always curved into a gentle smile, eyes filled with fiery warmth akin to gin or fire whiskey, and her twinkling eyes - made mostly of a emerald hue that melts to sparkling cobalt waters, and softening, at the edges, to a summer amber-gold - hide the defects. Thin scars line the edge of her dainty jaw, covered in an expanse of milky peach fur and hidden within the silk strands of darker bronze bands, and between the spot where her shoulder and neck connect, a cloud of soft fur is missing, seeming as if though it was burned away. It's left a bruised mark in the shape of a blurred flame, not only on her body but her soul, that is impossible to wash away, whether it be a mental or physical influence.
No, it was not that she had an abusive father nor mother if that is what you are thinking. And, it wasn't Skypaw - for starclan's sake! Shy, humble Skypaw? Really? - that had done the deed either, but that of a human, a two-leg. One who was drunk and crazed and too tainted - too selfish - to care about himself, let alone a cat. Rosepaw can still remember the burning agony that she felt as the flaming torch was pressed against her shoulder-blade. She can remember how Bluepaw jumped in front of her, pushing her aside as he used his body to claw the oppressor. He died that day.
There are more of this imperfect malformations. To the critical viewer, they'd see the millions of wounds and scars scattered across her slender figure - hidden beneath the cloudy patches of startling auburn, blinding ivory, soft amber-brown and faded ebonite. They would notice how her paws are slightly smaller than average, how her ears a just a tiny bit too far apart and how easily - when she blushes - the flushed tenderness of her blood shows clearly (fiery red) through her tabby-streaked, amber cheeks. It shows how the calico patterning of her fur is not symmetrical, how her tail is slightly thicker, fluffier and, claws are a paler grayish hue instead of that perfect, blinding white that everyone has.
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strengths;;
[coming]
-not done-
weaknesses;;
[coming]
-here-
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• Personality
The old tree is shook
White blossoms slowly float down
Dancers in the wind.
Rosepaw is, despite what others think, not flawless.
Perfection is something that Rosepaw does not have, nor wishes to achieve -- quite unlike her twin in this sense. Skypaw looks very much identical to her, both having slender, splotched figures with a pair of wide and sparkling orbs, except in personality; however, they're ideals are very much the same as well. Long ago, she remembered, they had made a pact -- a promise that said that they would do whatever they could to be better than their parents, no matter how glorious they may have been, and not be affected by their deaths.
likes;;
coming
-not done-
dislikes;;
coming
-not done-
• History[/i]
They are not long, the days of wine and roses:
Out of a misty dream
Our path emerges for a while, then closes
Within a dream.
"speech"
[work in progress]
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__ F A M i L Y | C O N N E C T i O N S
[/left][/color]⋅ -› f a t h e r -x- [male] --› DEAD xx TC WARRiOR _ killed in battle[/sup][/center]
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