Post by Scarheart321 on Nov 4, 2009 19:36:01 GMT -5
Name:
Cricket & Honeybee
Age:
8 moons
Rank:
Loner
Gender:
Tom
She-cat
Clan:
None, loner
Personality:
{{[[Honeybee]]}}::++ She can't help but be sweet and caring with her words and her actions. From what all has happened, she feels she has to be. Loving toward even the smallest kit and to all that approach her in her silent ways. Though she has a honey sweet tongue, she has a harsh brutality that is as stinging as that of a bee. Nothing can stop her when she is gets as angry as she can.
{{[[Cricket]]}}::++ Hoppity and outrageous are the best words to state him. Nothing is more impressive or appealing than his feel good attitude. Everything he does is calm and collected and then totally twisted into a hyper active moron. Any cat around him, who isn't an enemy, gets the same feeling rubbed off on them. No matter what, if his sister is in danger he will protect her; through all he would lay his life down for his sister. Though, not many cats come around their home a whole lot, he still flirts with every she-cat that comes around (If he was not a cat he would be a laddie's man).
Description:
^H^O^N^E^Y^++}} Beautiful like anything and slender, she happy with herself. Thick (not quiet long haired, though) golden fur drips off of her. Black rinds set a part on her tail and a black ring around her neck distinguishes her. Her black paws are delicate until she feels the need to fight. Brown-hazel eyes dazzle the starlight of the late and beautiful night. {{++^B^E^E^
^C^R^I^C^++}} Muscular shoulders are ready to pounce or play, either way. Long, thick white fur touches the green grass, staining his belly most of the time. Bright blue eyes break the sunlight if you see them coming your way. {{++^K^E^T^
History:
Cricket and Honeybee were born into the world with an odd relation with they're parents. Their mother wasn't around as much as they would hope, usually hunting since their father was never really around. Both loved their mother very much and had always tried to help her, even when their father made his once in a while visit. They could both tell that their mother loved him very much but he always came with a new she-cat trailing him and if not the scent of them on his pelt. Clearly their mother was jealous but as kits they hadn't entirely paid much attention to it.
Usually their father told them many stories of the lands he traveled from. When they asked him to stay he would always give them an uncomfortable look. After a while they learned to stop asking for him to stay, even though it was clear how much they wanted it; they soon started to hide the wanting. Many times they had seen their father's other kits. For them it was exciting, but for their mother and their father's other mates, it was tense.
It had been a long time since they had seen their father when they heard he had fallen ill to a sickness. Soon after the news was brought to them that he was dead. It was hard news to handle but it was harder on their mother. They could never really understand why she would be so sad for a cat that was so unfaithful to her. Time later she fell ill as well, too sad to take care of herself she walked into the Thunderpath and was killed by a monster. It was the saddest time of their lives but time went on and they grew, Honeybee taking the lead of sense and Cricket taking the role of something unpredictable.
