Post by strawberries on Jul 26, 2015 1:08:35 GMT -5
a little bird told me
o v e r v i e w
honeyfern is a little young lady at twenty-four moons, but it's not just age that she falls -- literally -- short on. sure, go ahead and crack a few "how's the weather down there" jokes -- don't cry to me when your ear is shredded to ribbons. this diminutive spitfire is made of a cinnamon-honey blend with umber dusting under her fern-green eyes, around her muzzle, and a thick stripe of the hue from the middle of her forehead and stopping just short of the back of the skull. let's not forget the blonde streaking her chin, and dabbed around the 'v' of her nose. although her fur is a little more woolly than those of fireclan cats', it's the very home she desires.
c l a r i f y
she had a past that did nothing to strengthen her composure. she's the closest thing to a stray hair with a mind of its own. it's not certain whether there's the existence of a heart, however, this doesn't mean honeyfern lacks compassion. she's a roman candle who speaks up for justice and is bound to -- ironically, but hey everyone is a work in progress -- bully someone into seeing her side.. even if it means taking an insane step out of the circle. though she may be hot-blooded and more stubborn than a mule, her strange mind and metaphorical heart is in the right place. it will be tough to make it to the future, but once he gets there, this she-cat hope for tiny mewling bundles of fur -- with or without someone by her side.
g e n e r a l i z e d
➤ honeyfern is an erratic, self-reliant, generally humane, goof. easy to say that -- though she may seem teensy -- it doesn't deter her attitude (or beliefs) from being monumental.
➤ she hopes to be placed among the ranks of fireclan as a warrior. if later is bound to come around, a suitable partner would be searched for to create the purrfect kits for her clan. she's pretty enough.
➤ she's an easy friend to make and even easier to lose. her views are single-sided and her often overbearing self seems to chase many off. the faultless contradiction. she loathes those of her standpoint, but doesn't give her wrong-doings a second look.
➤ with one side being oppressive, the other is snuggled up to your side with wide eyes. do you think this face belongs in stormclan? oh hell no. if you're being mistreated, she'll be your own backbone. if you both were to be human, she'd bake you sweets and make you friendship bracelets.
honeyfern is a little young lady at twenty-four moons, but it's not just age that she falls -- literally -- short on. sure, go ahead and crack a few "how's the weather down there" jokes -- don't cry to me when your ear is shredded to ribbons. this diminutive spitfire is made of a cinnamon-honey blend with umber dusting under her fern-green eyes, around her muzzle, and a thick stripe of the hue from the middle of her forehead and stopping just short of the back of the skull. let's not forget the blonde streaking her chin, and dabbed around the 'v' of her nose. although her fur is a little more woolly than those of fireclan cats', it's the very home she desires.
c l a r i f y
she had a past that did nothing to strengthen her composure. she's the closest thing to a stray hair with a mind of its own. it's not certain whether there's the existence of a heart, however, this doesn't mean honeyfern lacks compassion. she's a roman candle who speaks up for justice and is bound to -- ironically, but hey everyone is a work in progress -- bully someone into seeing her side.. even if it means taking an insane step out of the circle. though she may be hot-blooded and more stubborn than a mule, her strange mind and metaphorical heart is in the right place. it will be tough to make it to the future, but once he gets there, this she-cat hope for tiny mewling bundles of fur -- with or without someone by her side.
g e n e r a l i z e d
➤ honeyfern is an erratic, self-reliant, generally humane, goof. easy to say that -- though she may seem teensy -- it doesn't deter her attitude (or beliefs) from being monumental.
➤ she hopes to be placed among the ranks of fireclan as a warrior. if later is bound to come around, a suitable partner would be searched for to create the purrfect kits for her clan. she's pretty enough.
➤ she's an easy friend to make and even easier to lose. her views are single-sided and her often overbearing self seems to chase many off. the faultless contradiction. she loathes those of her standpoint, but doesn't give her wrong-doings a second look.
➤ with one side being oppressive, the other is snuggled up to your side with wide eyes. do you think this face belongs in stormclan? oh hell no. if you're being mistreated, she'll be your own backbone. if you both were to be human, she'd bake you sweets and make you friendship bracelets.
to keep your heart out of trouble
s a m p l e _ p o s t
tones of lilac and beryl were painted on the late afternoon horizon, dotted with alabaster wisps of cloud. the breeze was a whisper throughout the thick canopies of green, setting a settle background against a tiny, flaxen coated sun of her own. the lady sashayed -- among all things dubbed ridiculous -- towards a small, nature-created embankment. her silhouette cast over the nearby brush, sending small creatures into the open earth. "humphf. didn't want to eat mice anyway." not like her brain was of much use. her mind dragged her focus out like a blender coaxing graphite across a paper. it already noticed the rodents picking about the blackberry bush, but a serene stomach didn't react as sharply to the scent as her ears. the lower half of the gal's frame collapsed and soon straightened up on her haunches. there was nothing much to look at. nothing besides the pretty glimmer of sunlight over the river's water..
tones of lilac and beryl were painted on the late afternoon horizon, dotted with alabaster wisps of cloud. the breeze was a whisper throughout the thick canopies of green, setting a settle background against a tiny, flaxen coated sun of her own. the lady sashayed -- among all things dubbed ridiculous -- towards a small, nature-created embankment. her silhouette cast over the nearby brush, sending small creatures into the open earth. "humphf. didn't want to eat mice anyway." not like her brain was of much use. her mind dragged her focus out like a blender coaxing graphite across a paper. it already noticed the rodents picking about the blackberry bush, but a serene stomach didn't react as sharply to the scent as her ears. the lower half of the gal's frame collapsed and soon straightened up on her haunches. there was nothing much to look at. nothing besides the pretty glimmer of sunlight over the river's water..