Post by Star Sweeper on Aug 26, 2014 2:12:34 GMT -5
Name: Poppycloud
Age: 40 moons
Gender: Female
Allegiance: Sandclan
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Appearance: Poppycloud is a rather large, dark ginger tabby molly. Her markings fade into white on her muzzle, paws, and at the end of her tail. She has round, yellow-green eyes, and medium-length fur. As she's aged, Poppycloud has gotten a bit portly, but she is still in decent shape. When she lies down with her legs tucked underneath her, and her fur spread out, Poppycloud can look just like her suffix-- a big, puffy cloud.
Personality: Poppycloud is as unchanging and steady as a beating drum. She is a very predictable cat; she always volunteers for the dawn patrol, always tries to have a mouse for breakfast, always takes a nap when the sun is at its highest. Some say she even plans her outbreaks of whitecough for the second moon of leaf-bare. Some might call Poppycloud boring or dull, but she is quite smart, with an extensive memory and a fondness for telling stories to kits. She can be quite lazy, but will do whatever is necessary to protect her Clan. She is not easily ruffled, at times appearing stoic, but knows when to purr and when to hiss. Poppycloud is quite patient, especially with kits, but won't hesitate to tell someone when their idea is just plain foolish. She is a good listener, and often hears all the Clan's troubles this way. She is not one to gossip, though; she has a laissez-faire attitude with other cats' doings, unless it directly endangers her or the Clan. During these peaceful days, she spends a lot of time stretched out on her favorite rock, sunning her life away.
History: Poppycloud was born to a Sandclan mother and a rogue father. Her sickly mother had just been taken into the Clan when she was born, and times were hard. Two of her sisters died. One brother, Rowanclaw, survived, but has since become a rogue himself. Her mother caught greencough when she was an apprentice and sadly passed; she never knew her father. Poppycloud originally wanted to be a medicine cat, but let the apprenticeship go to another. They would be better at it, she mused, and besides, her sheer size could come in handy in battle. She turned out to be an okay fighter, and an okay hunter, but the leader noted that Poppycloud was often the picture of calm; she never roughhoused much with other kits, never picked fights, and never did anything really stupid. She simply completed her training dutifully, and went off to chat with the elders or take a long nap. She gained her suffix at 19 moons for being such a calm, unchanging figure in Clan life.
Poppycloud has lived a pretty uninteresting life since. Beyond the normal hardships of war and leaf-bare, her darkest moment came when all of her first litter died of greencough. Her second litter, however, thrived, though they have all gone off to other Clans (subject to change). After that she decided to call it quits; tom-cats never terribly interested her. Recently, she's developed a fondness for a slightly younger molly in Marshclan, who goes by Dovestream...
(Gonna put Dovestream up for adoption, perhaps!)
RP Sample: The sun beat down on Sandclan as morning gave way to afternoon. Most Clan cats took refuge from the rays in burrows or under the sparse trees, all but one. Poppycloud strode into the center of camp and paused, yawning, as she looked around. The day was warm, and that meant her favorite rock would be as well. She twitched her whiskers and walked over to it, her large, fluffy paws keeping her on top of the sand. With a small amount of difficulty, she leapt onto the high, flat rock. She sighed and settled down, tucking her legs underneath her. If there was one thing Poppycloud resented-- and it was hard to get her to resent anything-- it was the relentless march of aging. Her joints were getting stiff these days. She shuddered to think of what would happen come leaf-bare. She pushed the thought from her mind and closed her eyes, trying to enjoy the sun's warmth.
Check 1: [x] Leah
Check 2: [x] Cobalt
