Post by Rose on Mar 4, 2008 17:50:01 GMT -8
Name: Goldenpool
Age: 20 moons(A newer warrior)
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Apprentice/Mentor: Hawktalon(Former mentor)
Appearance: Goldenpool's base coat is a soft orange with darker hues of oranges and reds. She has faint tabby stripes that are more easily seen on her legs than anything else. Her tail tip is white, and her chest has a few creamy white patches on it. Around her chin her fur is white. She is of a slim build as well, and is about the size of an older apprentice. Her eyes are a kind amber/orange, though they seem to be quite enchanting.
Voice: Her voice is one that is not to be completely trusted. The charm is thick, and she uses compliments to get her way at times. Her voice sounds very persuasive too.
Battle: Goldenpool is more of a trickster in battle. She hopes not to appear brave, but sneaky. She tries to lure the cats into the shadows, striking fear into their hearts by sounding like she's coming from many directions.
Personality: Goldenpool may appear kind on the outside, but she is as crafty as a fox. She uses her power of persuasion and kindness to get what she wants. She is quick at retorting, and can often be as cold as ice in her attitude. One minute she can act like a friend and the next she can have you on the ground begging. This she-cat often twists the truth to help her achieve her goals. Clever and sly, she is used to dealing in the shadows.
History: Goldenkit was born in a litter of two with her silver-tabby sister Silverkit. Goldenkit did not get along with her sister from the start. She always thought Silverkit was too soft for warrior life. Kit life was uneventful.
Goldenkit and her sister were soon apprenticed. Eventually, Silverpaw started crushing on one of the other male apprentices. The two kept growing closer until Goldenpaw became angry at her sister. She felt that Silverpaw got it all. One day, Goldenpaw took her sister out into the forest when they were hunting together. Goldenpaw spun a web of lies, saying that the tom Silverpaw liked hated her and thought she was too soft for Clan life. Silverpaw ran away from the Clan, too depressed to even live their anymore. When Goldenpaw arrived back at camp, she told a sad lie that Silverpaw had been captured by a fox pack and devoured. The Clan sent out a search party, but nothing was ever found.
Goldenpaw then became Goldenpool a few moons later. Nothing much has happened since.
Family:
Birdsong-Mother-Deceased
Yewpelt-Father-Deceased
Silverpaw-Sister-Unknown(Is believed to have been devoured by a fox pack)
SW:
Two young apprentices headed out into the forest, keeping a sharp eye out for prey. One had a coat like the sun, while the other had a coat of silver moonlight.
Goldenpaw, the eldest, began to think hard about her plan. /This better work./ the she-cat thought, eyes narrowing. "Silverpaw." she called, looking for the silver she-cat. She had gone on ahead to look for more prey.
"Yes?" came the silvery response. The silver tabby delicatly emerged from the undergrowth. She held a small sparrow in her mouth. "What is it?"
Goldenpaw sighed and looked at the ground, pretending to be quite sad. "I didn't want to tell you but...."
"Tell me what?" Silverpaw asked, dropping the sparrow.
Goldenpaw sniffed, a tear running down her fur. "It's about Snakepaw."
"What? Is he okay? What happened?" her sister cried, eyes wide in alarm. Snakepaw was the tom she had liked for a long time now. /I hope he's okay!/ she thought frantically.
"He said something, but I don't..."
"Tell me!"
"Well," Goldenpaw meowed, "I overheard him talking to Thistlepaw earlier in the den. I was passing by on my way to the fresh-kill. He.... He told Thistlepaw that he hated you and asked why you hung around him so much. When Thistlepaw said he didn't know, Snakepaw said 'I would never like a cat like her! She's too soft for the warrior life! She's as pathetic as a kittypet!' I was about to go in there and shout at him, but my mentor called me away." Goldenpaw explained, the lies spilling from her mouth like water from a river.
By now, tears were streaming down Silverpaw's face. Some fell, turning the brown feathers black. "He did?" she whispered, voice cracking with pain.
Goldenpaw nodded, shaking her own head.
Silverpaw let out a thin wail, claws digging into the ground. Still sobbing, the she-cat yowled, "I HATE HIM! I NEVER want to see HIM or the Clan again!" With that, the silver apprentice ran off into the bushes. Her wails began to fade, silencing as she faded from earshot.
Goldenpaw stood there for a moment, a grin curling onto her small face. With a triumpthant flick of her tail, she stalked off toward camp to complete her plan.
Other: N/A
