жертв будет не мерседес. а кто-нибудь невнятный.
а Мерседес убьют, когда мне насткучит перс хдд

в любом случае я буду их заливать цветом форума и колоризовать. центральный фон форума, стоящий сейчас - это вообще этот исходник.

Ella
вот именно хдд
я написало три строчки поста и больше не могу. оссилю вечером перед началом великого пиара.

товарищи, я в пролете касательно инета уже третий день хдд так что не виним, а активно жалеем.

подкиньте мне квшные имена, народ. я решила зарегиться на иностранной кв ролевой оО

Ella
ой, нашел уже. оО у них там все не так... странно. непривычно. я снова впадаю в детство. как ты думаешь, мне светит написать анкету вроде этой? *пишу по примеру другого участника, до, плагиат*
Character: minnowpaw.
Gender: she-cat.
Clan: riverclan.
Position: apprentice.
Reason for Name: minnowkitpaw is a silvery gray she-cat, a tabby, and was named with the prefix 'minnow' for those very reasons. her suffix, 'paw' because she is an apprentice.

Appearance: Minnowpaw is a very pretty she-cat, her fur may be short, but its texture is none other than silky, and soft - it bellows freely in the wind, and warms nicely in the sunshine. As she is an apprentice, and not full grown yet, she's not as tall as she will be when she's older. However, her form is lithe, and her muscles lean (already), making her a good cat for hunting and running, and in battle, a swift killer. The fur on the tips of her ears is darker than the rest of her coat, that by which is a beautiful pale blue gray, considerably silver, with spots and stripes running along the course of her hide as well. Her ears are concave and pointed forwards; their insides a luscious, frothy pink that would be probably the same color as her small, button nose. Her paws are dainty, but no so approachable when her ashen, gray-white dotted claws are unsheathed.

Her tail is quite long, and though her body structure is nimble, her tail isn't skinny, and is quite thick. The tip seeming to widen out at the end, gradually; its color as though it were dipped in black paint. Her hind legs are slightly taller than her forelegs, and are useful for high jumps and swimming - she can thrust her legs and kick outwardly with great power; this would also prove a good quality for battle. Her muzzle is narrow, but good sized, and in sync with the rest of her body. Her whiskers are long, and white, complimenting her beautiful blue eyes. They're quite bright, and noticeably icy, but the weird thing is that her left eye is paler, a more washed out azure. It's even been known to carry hints of purple in its sallow depths. This makes her unique in her own way, a way she couldn't have chosen on her own. Though, of her many great physical qualities, she possesses a nick in her right ear, not much, but it's there. The results of an old scrap with another kit, it's nothing major.

Personality:

Clan-Wise: Minnowpaw, though young in her apprentice moons, has always thought of herself as loyal to RiverClan. This is her home, her birthplace, this is where she belongs - so why wouldn't she be loyal to it? She feels strong emotions for those in RiverClan, they're like family, and they're what she holds close. In the fact of friendship, they may not all be so familiar with one another, but Minnowpaw believes that they would die for one another. They would protect one another, catch each other when they fall, and she would do the same. She would risk her life for RiverClan! She promises one day Sunningrocks will be theirs, and that she will be a popular and respected Warrior, that cats from all the Clans will know! Minnowpaw is a great swimmer, as all in her Clan, and she is a swift hunter. Being lithe and tall makes up for her lack of strength in battle, but we'll get to that. Minnowpaw is an eager apprentice, she is fascinated by hunting, and the techniques to do so in her Clans territory. This wily she-cat loves RiverClan, no cat can doubt that. She would willingly give her life for their sake, and for all of those in it, to assure them safety and peace. Her belief in StarClan is immense, but she knows right from wrong (or does she?), and knows that they cannot control everything. They are there for guidance and help. But just as her faith in their ancestors is dominant, as is her belief in the Warrior code. No Clan can function without it, and without it, everything, the forest, would be drowned out in chaos. If a cat breaks the code, Minnowpaw isn't sure how she would respond. She just knows she wouldn't be happy, and all respect may or may not be gone... but trust? No. She would trust them, from RiverClan. No cat acts without reason, she's learned. There's always a reason.

Family, Love and Friends: Being an only kit of the litter, Minnowpaw doesn't know the feeling of sibling rivalry, or the feeling of protection from kin. Though the Clan all around her is her kin, her mother was claimed by a sickness, and her father drowned soon after, but she never had any siblings. She loved both of her parents, oh so dearly. And did she mourn for them? Did she weep? Yes, of course, who wouldn't cry over the death of those close to them? But Minnowpaw didn't blame anyone for their deaths. It was simply life. She had a very strong connection with her father, of all cats, his name was Stonepelt. As a kit, she would wait for him to return from patrols, and she would nag him constantly, but he wouldn't mind. Now, in her life, knowing how much she remembers him, and loved him, that he drowned, a noble Warrior... drowned, she feels sad inside at his name, at his face, at the thoughts of him. Why would StarClan let it happen? Because they had no choice, but couldn't they have warned someone? Couldn't they have stopped him from... no, they couldn't have. As for friends, Minnowpaw, though new to the world of a Warrior in training, is very fond of Cougarkit. Shadowclaws daughter, they were Denmates for a few moons before Minnowpaw became an apprentice. The little kit reminds her of herself! Always curious, always asking questions, always doing something that she shouldn't be... but the one thing Minnowpaw likes about Cougarkit the most, is Cougarkits determination, and her will to move forward.

Even though Cougarkit and her brother don't know who their father is, or how he died, she still finds reasons to smile. Reasons to live and be happy, even though she is, but a kit. Minnowpaw also is forming friendships with Slatepaw, another RiverClan apprentice, but he's older. Which she can use to her advantage! And love? Who needs that? Minnowpaw is young, and she isn't worried about a mate or a future. She's worried about the now.

Personally: Minnowpaw has always been the mischievous, and adventurous kit, though an apprentice now. She isn't bothered by consequences, not often, because she learns from her mistakes. Or learns to enjoy the punishment(s). She wants to know everythng, and know what's out there, and why and how and to her, knowledge is important. Though young, she is thoughtful and has reason behind her actions. She wouldn't run off if she didn't see something move, or hear something, or... she wouldn't argue if she didn't feel it were necessary, but then again, she is still young and naive. She's bound to make mistakes, mistakes that she doesn't have good reasons for. In the sense of curiosity, Minnowpaw likes to hear stories. Though there aren't any elders in RiverClan, Minnowpaw begs older Warriors to tell her stories. Ones that they've heard before, from elders in their time. She loves hunting, and walks and thinking. Though the beauty of winter, (it's true, she's a sucker for the purity) she is captivated by the bright snow. The falling flakes, they make her feel alive. Hunting in Leaf-bare isn't easy, not for her, and when the river has frozen over, she is drawn to the more complicated strategies of hunting ground prey. Quiet, and calm, is an unusual side of her that only shows itself when she's on the field. Versus her energetic, and impatient, but bright and dreamy nature. Minnowpaw wants to see beyond the rainbow and back, and know why it's there, and where it goes. She wants to live life without regrets, no strings attached.

Battle: Being on the lean side, Minnowpaw is upstaged by those of obvious brawn. It then makes it extremely difficult to charge and launch, especially when the enemy is three times her size and can pull two of her at once. She must use her wits and training to her advantage, and even use the bulkiness of her foe, if need be, to their disadvantage. She is a good runner, swift and meaningful, but she would be frantic and sloppy (successful?) if she were forced against someone larger and stronger than she. She is very proud of RiverClan, and would die for it, yes. Her heart yearns for battle when she hears of border fights, of hatred, or skirmishes and among the many insults, like fishface, and fishbreath and slipperyheart and so forth, she doesn't like it when RiverClan's bravery and courage is disregarded. She feels that they are as good as the other Clans, no matter what. She may not be one for impulsive and reckless fighting, but she would defend RiverClan to her last breath. Star crossed promise<3

History: As a kit, Minnowkit was very frothy, and jumpy. Her life was full of happiness and love, being new to the world, she was curious of everything she didn't know. She wanted to be an apprentice, of course, and explore their territory. To learn to hunt and fight, and she wanted to learn, surprisingly, most of all, how to be as brave and courageous as the Warriors, as her father, Stonepelt. She looked up to him, and loved him more than anyone else. He was her father, and she didn't have any other siblings. So she could be greedy, and hog him all to herself! xD She would wait for him to come back to camp from patrols, she would even boast! Brag to the other kits in the nursery that her father was the very best, though, that was an opinionated statement, the queens thought it was cute, rather than annoying, like their own children. However, being in the nursery, Minnowkit became very close with Cougarkit, who was a moon or two younger, and she didn't push Stonepelt onto the creamy she-kit. She instead felt sympathy towards her, knowing that Cougarkit and her brother, Onyxkit, did not have a father to be proud of.

But then everything seemed to change, for the worse, or for the better? Minnowkits mother, Honeyfur, became very ill. The Medicine cat tried everything, but the sickness wasn't Greencough, or Whitecough, or even Blackcough. It seemed to disregard the herbs completely, and even without a goodbye, Honeyfur passed on, away from Stonepelt, RiverClan, and Minnowkit. Her heart dropped that day, but why? Because her mother had been warm, and soft and kind and wise. And her words had been soothing, and reasonable, and her eyes were pretty, and she was fuzzy and now she was dead. Cougarkit and Stonepelt helped Minnowkit rise above her sorrow, and a moon later, she was able to laugh and feel joy again, even though her loss. But on the evening of her apprentice ceremony, she remembers quite clearly, it was but a week ago, Undergrowthfang came charging into camp, a limp and soaked body hanging from his jaws. Who was it? Minnowpaw, though left the Nursery and joined the apprentices den, was still very close to Cougarkit. At the sight of the familiar figure, she found tears streaming down her face.

It was her father. It was Stonepelt.

Apparently, he had been so sad and broken over Honeyfurs death, he jumped over the gorge, and drowned, so he could be with her, even in StarClan.