MAPLETHORN of aspenclan.

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[atrb=width,600,true][atrb=cellPadding,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,true][bg=200815] Why do you shun me for who I am? FOR I AM MAPLETHORN of the great AspenClan Age 57 moons of age. Gender lady. Rank warrior. How can I hide in the shadows of the unknown? WHEN MY PELT IS BROWN LIKE A HERSHEY'S BAR and my eyes are the color of a gray ocean Scars A thick scar just a bit off from the middle of her eye lid, dropping down from her brow to below the bottom of her left eye, which she received when trying to save her mate; a set of three scars across the middle of her back, received from a nasty blow during a skirmish; another set on her left thigh, from yet another skirmish. Appearance Simply put, Mapletorn is a masculine she-cat. It's difficult to say what made her grow the way she did. Further into her family history would reveal strong genes that produced big cats, but even then her parents were a bit smaller then her once she became an adult. Her head is boxy shaped, with a stout muzzle and small, triangular ears (one of which has a tiny nick in it). Further down reveals a thick, fuzzy neck that leads toward broad shoulders. Below, her legs are strong, built for running and fighting, while her paws are oval in shape. She's got a deep chest, which helps with said running, sort of like a cheetah. In the back, she has a surprisingly long tail. One would think a forest or mountain cat would have one, as they need the balance for climbing trees. Yet another mystery gene. It's not for me to say whether or not Maplethorn is attractive, but rather who is looking at her. Maplethorn has a sort of unique coloring to her pelt, which is short and course, hard to the touch. The tips of her ears, which have tufts of fur, are dark brown, darker than her main coat. Below on her face, she has a unique mask, sort of like a birds coloration. It pauses just before her chin, which is a slightly darker color than the mask but lighter than her fur. Just below her cloudy blue eyes are half circles of the same color as her chin. Looking further down, you'll find that her chest is also made up of the two browns, with the lightest in the center of her chest. The coloring tapers off near her abdomen. Her paws are the secondary color, stopping just past her toes. Finally, the tip of her tail is the lightest shade of brown. Why do you judge me for what I’ll become? JUST BECAUSE I’M A CYNICAL GAL AND I DO BITE BACK Personality Maplethorn is very much like her mother--cynical with a hint of sarcasm lacing practically everything she says. She kind of hates humanity (or is that catity) and would rather much see them go through what she went through. Yeah, she's kind of angst-y. It's alright, it happens to the best of us. Anyway, Maplethorn is a strong-willed she-cat. She won't give up anything, and will more than likely fight until the death if she had a choice to. It's hard to say whether or not she's loyal to the clan. More than likely she views the group now as a place to find shelter and food, rather than what she used to see it as. Very few see an honest, genuine, non-devious smile from her, and those that have are all dead. Well, except Brownclaw. Love is a hard thing for Maplethorn to grasp after the death of her first mate, Lilyfeather. She finds it hard to trust others, not in the sense that they'd back stab her, but rather that they'd die off like her parents and mate did. She can't get close enough to people to be best friends, maybe even lovers, especially seeing as she's attracted to she-cats. It'll take a lot to pry through her firm, rugged exterior deep into her broken heart. Preferences LIKES - Soft things - Storms - Solitude - Prey - Kits DISLIKES - Pesky cats - Hot weather - Twolegs Secret Ambitions She wants to try and love again, but fears losing whoever she finds. It's also clear she'd like to father (adopt) her own kits. Strengths/Weaknesses Maplethorn is a strong fighter, and with her sheer size she can take on most warriors. She's also kind of stubborn during fights, and is willing to fight to the death if she has to. Unfortunately, she isn't as fast as some of her clan mates, and it makes hunting difficult. She's also terribly awkward around pretty shecats, and stutters sometimes. How am I punished for what my kin has done? EVEN IF MY PARENTS ARE ADDERTONGUE AND OAKLEAF Family Addertongue - Fierce she-cat that was too stubborn to back down from attacking a snake and ended up dying from the venom. Go figure. Oakleaf - A quiet tom that never really asked for much. He loved Addertongue dearly, and when she died he ran in front of a monster. -- Brownclaw - A generically named tom that is sort of a NPC. He's like their father, and hangs in the back of the clan. He was also born with some sort of odd limp. Event that Lead to being a Warrior Saved her lame brother from being killed by a monster. She nearly got run over herself, but hey! She was made into a warrior. History Basically, she was the first born, followed by her lame brother. Oakleaf was incredibly proud that both kits looked like him, what with their broad shoulders and dark pelts. Addertongue complained that they were a pain to push out. But she loved them, of course. It wasn't hard to tell who was going to be successful in life. Maplekit proved to be a strong kit, and rarely let any of the other kits push her around; and seeing as she was the first born, she was intensely protective of her quiet brother, especially seeing as he had developed a small limp as they grew. Eventually, they grew into apprentices, but Brownpaw was always left behind during group patrols. It was a surprise he even made it to be a warrior. Anyways, Maplepaw valued hard work, and she promised to train hard for her clan. Again came the pushing around, especially now that she was growing bigger than even some toms. But she ignored it. They were just jealous, she would tell herself. Jealous of her mad skills and strength. And then Lilypaw happened. Lilypaw was a pretty she-cat, with a thick white pelt and gorgeous golden eyes. Maplepaw fell in love immediately, but she wasn't quite sure what the feeling was. Weren't she-cats supposed to go with toms and vice versa? No. She loved that apprentice. So, after every training session, she would go to Lilypaw and say hi. Later, it developed into a 'Hi, how are you'? And finally Lilypaw was eagerly awaiting her, always ready to tell Maplepaw the latest gossip. The brown she-cat would just sit back and listen with a goofy smile on her face, and long for the day they could be more then just friends. Eventually that day did come. It had happened after she saved her brother from the monster. It was a flurry of the moment, the emotions of becoming a warrior. Lilypaw had become a warrior too. They both were excited--talking fast, their tails quivering. And then Maplepaw--ahem, Maplethorn--said she loved her. She loved Lilyfeather. The silence at night was practically unbearable and so awkward and she wanted to say something. Lilyfeather wouldn't look at her, even though Maplethorn tried to get her attention with her tail, or the thump of her paw against the ground. Nothing worked. It was near devastating. And then morning came, and Maplethorn had turned to go toward the warriors den to get sleep--the sleep she wanted. Well, the sleep she needed to escape Lilyfeather's beautiful eyes and her sweet scent-- Then she said something. Something that made Maplethorn's heart skip a beat and her paws tingle and fur grow warm. "I love you, Maplethorn." The two were never seen alone. They walked together, slept together, hunted together (Lilyfeather always teased her for being slow), and lounged together. Lilyfeather was tiny compared to Maplethorn, but the brown warrior was so gentle with her. Like she was a delicate doll. Cats talked, gossiped. Rumor that they were together. Maplethorn never denied it, admitted that she was in love with Lilyfeather and the white she-cat reciprocated the feelings. Who cared about what they thought? She was with the love of her life and it was all that mattered. They were young lovers when it happened. Their bond was strong, stronger than any boulder or the jaws of a dog. But they had to split up once--just once. Lilyfeather had gone on a patrol while Maplethorn slept. The brown she-cat always worked herself hard, and Lilyfeather thought she needed sleep. So she went on a small patrol by herself. And the next morning she didn't show up. Maplethorn was in hysterics. No one could calm her down--not even Brownclaw. She rushed out into the territory, picking up on Lilyfeather's scent immediately. It was so sweet, like the morning dew on a flower. She remembered them cuddling for the first time, her nose pressed into her mate's neck, a stray paw thrown over a neck. They were meant for each other. She was all Maplethorn had and more. So when she found her on her side, bleeding out, with a fox standing over her, you could probably gather what she was feelling. Rage. Pure bloody rage. It was unbelievable. She attacked that fox with everything she had. She yowled--no, no, roared in its face, dug her claws across its back, shoved her thick fangs deep into its shoulder. That was her mate. Her life. Her Lilyfeather. No one hurt Lilyfeather. No one. But of course it wasn't meant to be. When the battle was through, and she had sent the fox running, blood dribbled over her left eye. You wouldn't believe the pain she felt, the way her chest constricted when she stumbled over to Lilyfeather. When she stared into her dark eyes, no longer full of life and love. She was dead. She was dead. Dead. Her Lilyfeather was gone. Sample RP {NOTE: this is a very old role play sample. I've gotten better, trust me. Plus, this isn't my best, but it's the only one i have.} The day was a quiet one, with thankfully no fighting or drama. The skies were perhaps a little foreboding, with a soft gray color to them, but the breeze was warm and caressed those stuck on the ground. From amongst a bundle of tall grasses came a little pink nose, followed by the narrow head of a hare. It sniffed rapidly, testing the outside world. Then, it hopped forward, pausing to sniff again. In these 'woods', danger lurked around every corner. Its life was constantly in danger, although it did not assume so. Running its paws over its head a few times, it finally began to move again, long limbs stretching as it hurried across the clearing. The moor was a large one, and provided little to no cover. The hare raced, almost in the clear when it halted all too sudden. Something had caught its black gaze. Slowly, it turned, scuffling amongst the grasses. Apparently food had been spotted, and so it was distracted. As it foraged, the hare looked up every once in a while, keeping a look out for any signs of predators. A cat, a bird---anything. After the second look out, it went back to eating. From a bush on the hare's right, a pair of golden eyes suddenly appeared. They gleamed, then moved forward, growing bigger. Finally, a body followed suit. Apparently the set of eyes belonged to a cat---one that was incredibly hungry. His tail remained still, lifted a bit to avoid dragging across leaves and twigs. Rookflight lifted a paw, then froze, as unmoving as a statue. The hare had raised its head again, and was now staring in his direction. The deputy remained silent, watching with sharp eyes. Then, above the two animals, a flock of birds erupted from a sparse tree. The hare took off, and Rookflight darted after, exploding from the bush. They moved in an almost synchronized sort of dance, zigzagging back and forth. The agile tom kept in pace with his prey, determined on catching it. But it seemed as though mother nature was going to make it difficult. He grunted as the breeze turned into a full out wind, now as harsh and cold as his attitude. The clouds had gone dark, and rain began to pound the earth below. The hare sped up, fighting for the right to live. But Rookflight would not give up. He was a tom that was willing to keep going until his body stopped working. Growling, he narrowed his golden eyes and pushed on. The hare made a sharp turn, and he followed, nearly slipping on the ground that had turned to pure, watery mud. The grass below squished, but he ignored it, muscles rippling underneath his now wet fur, which was plastered against his body. Thunder roared above, and the sky flashed as lightning struck the mountains beyond the territories. The fiery weather phenomenon lit up Rookflight's face, and the clashing thunder made his body tremble. Whether it was from the chase or the storm, a sudden adrenaline rush coursed through his lithe body. Like the storm, he struck like a monster on thunder path. Time seemed to slow down. His hind legs propelled him into the air, through the rain. He felt his paws out stretch before him, the hare struggling to keep going. His mouth opened, and a yowl pushed its way through his throat, as thunder sounded again. It crackled, right above the moor. Lightning flashed as he landed on the hare, jaws in casing its throat and claws raking its sides. The two hit the ground at full force, struggling before there was just one winner. The storm had lessened by the time the fighting had ended, and was now a mere drizzle, but cold enough to chill the bones. Rookflight stood up, giving himself a quick shake. The hare dangled from his jaws, and his chest heaved. His ears cocked backward, and the tom gazed up at the sky. He appeared to think for a moment, then shook his head. Whatever had bothered him had apparently passed on. The hunt was over, the storm had passed, and he had won. Slowly, the tom turned and started the long trek back to camp. You call me by the name I’ve lied I meet in secret with those who’ve died Though life is not’ but treachery This life is all the life in me

[✄ – – – VANYA!]

YAY MAPLETHORN!

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