Post by Dapplestream on Sept 9, 2015 22:35:52 GMT -5
| Dapplestream | | windclan |
| she-cat | | 25 moons | | warrior |
Our fair lady Dapplestream is an oddity among her family tree in only one way: she's tiny. As the runt of the litter, she has always been a small feline, and in her adult days now, we see this clearly when compared to most other cats. She's a good paw's width, and half of another shorter than most cats, and nearly everything about her is simply one word tiny. Perhaps too much emphasis is being put on her small stature, and of course, that's simply one of the first things you notice about the little she-cat.
Another distinction that allows others to recognize her in a crowd would be perhaps her pelt, which is the distinct pattern of a calico. Her pelt is a mixture of colors that looks like the forest floor in leaf-fall, with golds and gingers, black and browns, whites, and in some places stray grey hairs that are peppered in. Within the lighter colors of her pelt, you see a distinct tabby pattern, which, is mostly seen within the sandy gingers of her pelt. White touches her face, making up most of her muzzle, throat, and chest, as well as her left front leg, and left back leg. There are sections of white on her belly, extending from the white patch on her left back leg.
Dapplestream's eyes are perhaps the only thing large about her, round in shape, and are a greenish hazel in color. Her whiskers sprout from their respective places upon her face in thick, white strands, that are long, and numerous. Scars aren't plentiful in the she-cat, but there is one worth mentioning, and that's the one upon her nose, that gives the left side a second split, that runs almost parallel to the one that's suppose to be there, where her nostrils curve over. The wound that caused it almost resulted in a the curving nostril almost not being there at all, leaving it held on by only a piece of flesh about the thickness of a mouse's tail.
In par with her personality, Dapplestream has a voice that shows almost too a T who she is as an individual. Her voice is quiet, and soft, and rarely comes above a volume that most would consider quiet, but still louder than a whisper. For the she-cat to raise her voice to the point of yelling is highly uncharacteristic, even in situations where it's needed, she tends to speak in the same, nervous volume, repeating herself until she's heard. Her way of walking is also one that portrays nervousness, and shyness, holding herself in a way that is almost perpetually fearful.
Another distinction that allows others to recognize her in a crowd would be perhaps her pelt, which is the distinct pattern of a calico. Her pelt is a mixture of colors that looks like the forest floor in leaf-fall, with golds and gingers, black and browns, whites, and in some places stray grey hairs that are peppered in. Within the lighter colors of her pelt, you see a distinct tabby pattern, which, is mostly seen within the sandy gingers of her pelt. White touches her face, making up most of her muzzle, throat, and chest, as well as her left front leg, and left back leg. There are sections of white on her belly, extending from the white patch on her left back leg.
Dapplestream's eyes are perhaps the only thing large about her, round in shape, and are a greenish hazel in color. Her whiskers sprout from their respective places upon her face in thick, white strands, that are long, and numerous. Scars aren't plentiful in the she-cat, but there is one worth mentioning, and that's the one upon her nose, that gives the left side a second split, that runs almost parallel to the one that's suppose to be there, where her nostrils curve over. The wound that caused it almost resulted in a the curving nostril almost not being there at all, leaving it held on by only a piece of flesh about the thickness of a mouse's tail.
In par with her personality, Dapplestream has a voice that shows almost too a T who she is as an individual. Her voice is quiet, and soft, and rarely comes above a volume that most would consider quiet, but still louder than a whisper. For the she-cat to raise her voice to the point of yelling is highly uncharacteristic, even in situations where it's needed, she tends to speak in the same, nervous volume, repeating herself until she's heard. Her way of walking is also one that portrays nervousness, and shyness, holding herself in a way that is almost perpetually fearful.
[ quite, shy, nervous, flighty, storyteller, imaginative, childish, easily confused, floor mat ]
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