Post by on Nov 23, 2007 2:27:24 GMT -5
Alrighty then!
THESE ARE FINISHED!
Want one?
TAKEN BY WILDCLAW!
Name: Snowberry
Age: 45 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Very kind-hearted and gentle, Snowberry doesn't generally fight battles. She likes to rise early in the morning and sleep late at night, under the stars. Extremely helpful to all her Clanmates, Snowberry prefers the soft nursery to the warriors' den and the warriors there. Snowberry's lack of fighting spirit had indeed earned her a lower ranking within warrior status--most warriors, younger and older, treat her like a kit. Of course, instead of spending time fighting, though she has learned well, she spends her days caring for the kits and elders, and the queens.
Cat Description: Snowberry is a white-colored cat. Her paws are small and slight. No visible scars on her face, shoulders, legs, belly, back, or tail. Snowberry's eyes are a deep dark hazel--the color of rowan trees. Her white fur is coated in light silver tabby stripes. Snowberry's nose is a startling deep pink, almost red, color. Her face narrows slightly, but she in none the less beautiful. Her small paws don't hide anything--her claws are coal black against the snowy fur and pink pads. Long white whiskers, constantly twitching with amusement. No longer the youngest, her muzzle has a few stray silver hairs.
History: Snowberry's mother and father loved her very much. She was brought up in a life full of love and warmth.
She's never once had the fight for anything so much as the life she leads now, with her friends and family, in RippleClan.
She has a mate, yes, and his name is Icefrost.
One thing, though, has always been a challenge for her: battling with other Clans. She's against violence, completelly. She's been caught a few times trying to walk away from battles. Some cats called her weak, and a coward. But, Icefrost has always been there to protect her and defend her actions.
As an apprentice, she had some dificulty with her mentor, Clawheart, who is now deseased, killed by his own actions against Snowberry: While in a blind rage against Icefrost, Clawheart had attacked Snowberry, driving her into hostile territory. He'd been killed right then and there by a BoneClan patrol--Hawkstar, Hawkclaw then, had killed him himself because of the fact that he was attacking Snowberry. Snowberry, of course, had been thankful, but she never speaks to Hawkstar now, because he's a cold-blooded killer.
She is very protective over her only kit, Frozenpaw, because her other two kits, Whitekit and Skykit, died due to a case of greencough.
Now, though, she lives a happy and calm life with her kin and her mate in RippleClan.
Role-Playing Example:
[[
I am trying a different POV than what we use. XD Dun hate!]] [[GUESS what these characters are from and I will love you forever]]
I looked up, my eyes wide with fear.
"What are you doing?!" I screeched, leaping foward to intercept the greek god-like figure before he could escape me and my searching gaze.
He looked at me, his golden eyes like acid when they turned on me.
"I am leaving." He spoke silently, calmly, his eyes like liquid honey, trained on me sadly.
"But-but...." I trailed off when one of his stone cold fingers brushed my cheek, and his eyes were right in front of me.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I love you."
And then he was gone, again.
Other Notes:
NONE!
Name: Icefrost
Age: 47 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Very helpful and thoughtful, Icefrost is one of those warrior's who prefers sleeping outside of the den than inside of it. Like his son, Frozenpaw, Icefrost likes to talk a lot. Quite the energetic warrior, too; climbing trees, swimming whenever the chance is given. Without a doubt, he will leap into battle to serve his Clan, while still reflecting what could happen if he kills a warrior, or what might happen if they lost the battle. Icefrost, though a thinker, could always make a wrong choice: if a cat tresspasses, he attacks without really thinking of anything else.
Cat Description: Icefrost is a dark gray coated tomcat. His fur is thicker at the scruff, and his tail is thick with a fluffier tuft at the end of it. It resembles a lion's tail. His eyes are pale green. Lighter yellow streaks around the pupil of the eye. His eyes are usually wide and watchful. His pads are black, and the fur around his paws are thicker. His sleek pelt shines in the sunlight, and proves excellent for hunting on a rainy day, as it repels water like a duck's feathery body.
History: Icefrost has lived a hardy and very fruitful life: he was one of the top apprentice's when he was younger, and he suceeded in almost everything he did. The perfect warrior, as some might have once called him. Of course, that was before he officially became Snowberry's mate. Now he is viewed as a soft-hearted warrior because he chose her, the warrior who wouldn't lay a claw on anyone, as his mate.
Icefrost doesn't care about what they say. He is a loyal warrior to his Clan, and that is what he will always be.
Unless he is given the honor of deputyship, he will fully serve his Clan with tooth and claw, to the death.
Icefrost's mother, Ivyheart, used to tell him stories of the great Clans of long ago: LionClan, the brave, LeopardClan, the swift, and TigerClan, the dark. He's always comforted himself with the fact that even though those warriors were far larger, they were exactly the same, and had the same problems he himself had.
Now, when faced with a problem, he tends to think about what an old Clan leader might do, or what this famous warrior would do, this or that.
Of course, now his mother has gone to StarClan, as did his father. All he wants now is to serve his Clan.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
Nothing.
TAKEN BY SHADEFLIGHT
Name: Frozenpaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Apprentice
Personality: Frozenpaw is quick and witty, quite able to defend his own turf if he had one. Exhuberant, and full of bright enthusiasm, Frozenpaw is ready to leap ahead of his mentor and charge the way into a badger sett! He is quite happy to go hunting with is friend, Ripplepaw, whom he has developed feelings for. Frozenpaw's personality reflects greatly on his ability to actually listen: no warrior knows how he manages to get any training words from his mentor. He's always talking, chirping away like the day could last forever. Ready to accept any challenge, Frozenpaw is considered to be a great blessing onto RippleClan, disregarding his mother's lack of a fighting spirit.
Cat Description: Frozenpaw is stocky, though quite well-built. His fur is a light cinder gray. Long and thick, Frozenpaw's fur keeps him well-warmed in leaf-bare and leaf-fall. His chest, paws, and muzzle are snowy white, which, it is presumed, inherited from his mother's side. His tail is short and thick, and his shoulders are well-rounded from days spend training with Ripplepaw[ SEE BIO BELOW ] and their mentors. His eyes are a deep dark gray. No one knows why--perhaps it is because he once gazed out at the fading stars as a kit.
History: Frozenpaw's kithood was practically a dream. All he had to do was stay near his mother to be pampered and taken care of like he was the only thing in the world that existed.
When he became an apprentice, he quickly befriended Ripplepaw, a parentless apprentice who kept up with his constant chattering with her own.
Frozenpaw has encountered many different things in his short life: badgers, a fox or two, and some dogs. Of course, he hasn't been given a chance to fight one yet, not because his mentor wont let him, but because his leader wont let him. Not yet, anyways. Frozenpaw is just waiting for his chance to shine.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
None.
Name: Ripplepaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RippleClan
Position: apprentice
Personality: Bright and cheery, Ripplepaw doesn't let even the scariest BoneClan warrior at a Gathering dampen her high spirits. She tends to be caught daydreaming, and watching the stream, which has earned her a rumored name of Ripplewatcher, or Rippledream. Ripplepaw could care less if she was hissed at for saying what she thought was best--after all, one bright apprentice who sticks to the rules like a leaf to a tree is better than an apprentice who is naughty. She solemly follows the rules, and tries to stay out of trouble, though with Frozenpaw, it's hard to do.
Cat Description: Ripplepaw is a small, but none the less beautiful, mottled light brown color. Her eyes are bright yellow, full of curiousity at the world around her. Ripplepaw's muzzle is creamy white, as is her underbelly. Her legs are short, and her whiskers are long and black, quite unlike her tail, which is short and thin. Her tail is constantly flicking, as if to bat away a fly. Ripplepaws paws are snowy white. Her paws are small and slight, though her claws are almost always out. Her claws are black, making a contrast against the whiteness of her paws.
History: Ripplepaw, as a kit, used to daydream, and she did a fair ammount of it. She used to gaze up at the morning sky, and she took to looking at the streams and creeks whenever she went out of the camp with her mother. They thought she'd make a medicine cat, just to make an excuse for her strangeness. No, she chose her path firmly alongside Frozenpaw. And, though she has stopped looking to the rivers, she still watches the sky with her best friend, and she always will.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
THESE ARE FINISHED!
Want one?
TAKEN BY WILDCLAW!
Name: Snowberry
Age: 45 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Very kind-hearted and gentle, Snowberry doesn't generally fight battles. She likes to rise early in the morning and sleep late at night, under the stars. Extremely helpful to all her Clanmates, Snowberry prefers the soft nursery to the warriors' den and the warriors there. Snowberry's lack of fighting spirit had indeed earned her a lower ranking within warrior status--most warriors, younger and older, treat her like a kit. Of course, instead of spending time fighting, though she has learned well, she spends her days caring for the kits and elders, and the queens.
Cat Description: Snowberry is a white-colored cat. Her paws are small and slight. No visible scars on her face, shoulders, legs, belly, back, or tail. Snowberry's eyes are a deep dark hazel--the color of rowan trees. Her white fur is coated in light silver tabby stripes. Snowberry's nose is a startling deep pink, almost red, color. Her face narrows slightly, but she in none the less beautiful. Her small paws don't hide anything--her claws are coal black against the snowy fur and pink pads. Long white whiskers, constantly twitching with amusement. No longer the youngest, her muzzle has a few stray silver hairs.
History: Snowberry's mother and father loved her very much. She was brought up in a life full of love and warmth.
She's never once had the fight for anything so much as the life she leads now, with her friends and family, in RippleClan.
She has a mate, yes, and his name is Icefrost.
One thing, though, has always been a challenge for her: battling with other Clans. She's against violence, completelly. She's been caught a few times trying to walk away from battles. Some cats called her weak, and a coward. But, Icefrost has always been there to protect her and defend her actions.
As an apprentice, she had some dificulty with her mentor, Clawheart, who is now deseased, killed by his own actions against Snowberry: While in a blind rage against Icefrost, Clawheart had attacked Snowberry, driving her into hostile territory. He'd been killed right then and there by a BoneClan patrol--Hawkstar, Hawkclaw then, had killed him himself because of the fact that he was attacking Snowberry. Snowberry, of course, had been thankful, but she never speaks to Hawkstar now, because he's a cold-blooded killer.
She is very protective over her only kit, Frozenpaw, because her other two kits, Whitekit and Skykit, died due to a case of greencough.
Now, though, she lives a happy and calm life with her kin and her mate in RippleClan.
Role-Playing Example:
[[
I am trying a different POV than what we use. XD Dun hate!]] [[GUESS what these characters are from and I will love you forever]]I looked up, my eyes wide with fear.
"What are you doing?!" I screeched, leaping foward to intercept the greek god-like figure before he could escape me and my searching gaze.
He looked at me, his golden eyes like acid when they turned on me.
"I am leaving." He spoke silently, calmly, his eyes like liquid honey, trained on me sadly.
"But-but...." I trailed off when one of his stone cold fingers brushed my cheek, and his eyes were right in front of me.
"I'm sorry, Bella. I love you."
And then he was gone, again.
Other Notes:
NONE!
Name: Icefrost
Age: 47 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Warrior
Personality: Very helpful and thoughtful, Icefrost is one of those warrior's who prefers sleeping outside of the den than inside of it. Like his son, Frozenpaw, Icefrost likes to talk a lot. Quite the energetic warrior, too; climbing trees, swimming whenever the chance is given. Without a doubt, he will leap into battle to serve his Clan, while still reflecting what could happen if he kills a warrior, or what might happen if they lost the battle. Icefrost, though a thinker, could always make a wrong choice: if a cat tresspasses, he attacks without really thinking of anything else.
Cat Description: Icefrost is a dark gray coated tomcat. His fur is thicker at the scruff, and his tail is thick with a fluffier tuft at the end of it. It resembles a lion's tail. His eyes are pale green. Lighter yellow streaks around the pupil of the eye. His eyes are usually wide and watchful. His pads are black, and the fur around his paws are thicker. His sleek pelt shines in the sunlight, and proves excellent for hunting on a rainy day, as it repels water like a duck's feathery body.
History: Icefrost has lived a hardy and very fruitful life: he was one of the top apprentice's when he was younger, and he suceeded in almost everything he did. The perfect warrior, as some might have once called him. Of course, that was before he officially became Snowberry's mate. Now he is viewed as a soft-hearted warrior because he chose her, the warrior who wouldn't lay a claw on anyone, as his mate.
Icefrost doesn't care about what they say. He is a loyal warrior to his Clan, and that is what he will always be.
Unless he is given the honor of deputyship, he will fully serve his Clan with tooth and claw, to the death.
Icefrost's mother, Ivyheart, used to tell him stories of the great Clans of long ago: LionClan, the brave, LeopardClan, the swift, and TigerClan, the dark. He's always comforted himself with the fact that even though those warriors were far larger, they were exactly the same, and had the same problems he himself had.
Now, when faced with a problem, he tends to think about what an old Clan leader might do, or what this famous warrior would do, this or that.
Of course, now his mother has gone to StarClan, as did his father. All he wants now is to serve his Clan.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
Nothing.
TAKEN BY SHADEFLIGHT
Name: Frozenpaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: tom
Clan: RippleClan
Position: Apprentice
Personality: Frozenpaw is quick and witty, quite able to defend his own turf if he had one. Exhuberant, and full of bright enthusiasm, Frozenpaw is ready to leap ahead of his mentor and charge the way into a badger sett! He is quite happy to go hunting with is friend, Ripplepaw, whom he has developed feelings for. Frozenpaw's personality reflects greatly on his ability to actually listen: no warrior knows how he manages to get any training words from his mentor. He's always talking, chirping away like the day could last forever. Ready to accept any challenge, Frozenpaw is considered to be a great blessing onto RippleClan, disregarding his mother's lack of a fighting spirit.
Cat Description: Frozenpaw is stocky, though quite well-built. His fur is a light cinder gray. Long and thick, Frozenpaw's fur keeps him well-warmed in leaf-bare and leaf-fall. His chest, paws, and muzzle are snowy white, which, it is presumed, inherited from his mother's side. His tail is short and thick, and his shoulders are well-rounded from days spend training with Ripplepaw[ SEE BIO BELOW ] and their mentors. His eyes are a deep dark gray. No one knows why--perhaps it is because he once gazed out at the fading stars as a kit.
History: Frozenpaw's kithood was practically a dream. All he had to do was stay near his mother to be pampered and taken care of like he was the only thing in the world that existed.
When he became an apprentice, he quickly befriended Ripplepaw, a parentless apprentice who kept up with his constant chattering with her own.
Frozenpaw has encountered many different things in his short life: badgers, a fox or two, and some dogs. Of course, he hasn't been given a chance to fight one yet, not because his mentor wont let him, but because his leader wont let him. Not yet, anyways. Frozenpaw is just waiting for his chance to shine.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
None.
Name: Ripplepaw
Age: 12 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: RippleClan
Position: apprentice
Personality: Bright and cheery, Ripplepaw doesn't let even the scariest BoneClan warrior at a Gathering dampen her high spirits. She tends to be caught daydreaming, and watching the stream, which has earned her a rumored name of Ripplewatcher, or Rippledream. Ripplepaw could care less if she was hissed at for saying what she thought was best--after all, one bright apprentice who sticks to the rules like a leaf to a tree is better than an apprentice who is naughty. She solemly follows the rules, and tries to stay out of trouble, though with Frozenpaw, it's hard to do.
Cat Description: Ripplepaw is a small, but none the less beautiful, mottled light brown color. Her eyes are bright yellow, full of curiousity at the world around her. Ripplepaw's muzzle is creamy white, as is her underbelly. Her legs are short, and her whiskers are long and black, quite unlike her tail, which is short and thin. Her tail is constantly flicking, as if to bat away a fly. Ripplepaws paws are snowy white. Her paws are small and slight, though her claws are almost always out. Her claws are black, making a contrast against the whiteness of her paws.
History: Ripplepaw, as a kit, used to daydream, and she did a fair ammount of it. She used to gaze up at the morning sky, and she took to looking at the streams and creeks whenever she went out of the camp with her mother. They thought she'd make a medicine cat, just to make an excuse for her strangeness. No, she chose her path firmly alongside Frozenpaw. And, though she has stopped looking to the rivers, she still watches the sky with her best friend, and she always will.
Role-Playing Example:
Not needed.
Other Notes:
