Post by on Nov 12, 2007 15:43:04 GMT -5
Name: Stormfrost
Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: warrior
Personality: Strong and quick-witted, Stormfrost would rather spend her time teaching the younger cats about how she caught this or that, instead of teaching them about the warrior code! Without too much care, though, she will speak to another Clan about how she wishes they'd grow a backbone. Mild and saucy, to the least. And although some warriors doubt her will to curb her tongue, there is no doubt that she'd be a formidable foe in battle, whether a talk-off or a fight, StarClan only knew. But on the inside, few know that she is suffering: she's absoulutely lonely without someone to talk to about her problems. And she knows that if she went to the Clan leader, she'd be in trouble with all that she would have to say.
Cat Description: Stormfrost's name suited her: beautiful, and agile, she is pure storm gray with icy blue eyes. Her fur is shorter around her belly, neck and head than around her legs and her thick tail. So, she has different lenghts of fur on different parts of her body. Her underbelly is lighter gray than the rest of her, and her paws are slightly small. There are no scars on her body; nothing. Under her paws, her pads are black and hardened, instead of pink and smooth like some of the other cats.
History: Stormfrost's life hasn't been a walk in the park: she's overcome some pretty tough patches. She's talked her way out of fights with rouges and talked her way into going to the Gathering two days after she was an apprentice. Once, though, in her normal past, there was one thing that is worth mentioning: her mate. No, she didn't have kits with him, because she was still an apprentice. But, before they could declare their love for one another, he vanished. No one knows what happened to him; or that he existed, for that matter. The Clans talked about him for two moons, much to her anguish for his disappearance without saying good-bye to her.
Role-Playing Example:
Blackfall sat on the branch of a low-growing stunted oak tree, idly watching the apprentices through wide, watchful eyes as they raced.
How she wished she could go back and do that!
"As long as no harm comes to Windpaw, I think I'll stay sane," the black outcast meowed out loud.
Her voice carried over the treetops, and she closed her mouth tightly. She mustn't let her feelings for some cat she hardly knew get in the way.
Might as well follow them, then, she thought, bunching her muscles and leaping lightly down, her claws brushing the trunk of the tree.
She stretched, and let out a sigh as her muscles relaxed, even though she was tensed.
She had heard there was a fox running about. Clan news traveled fast if you were in all territories!
Blackfall ducked her head and licked the golden streak on her chest.
Then, she sat down. And waited.
Other Notes: Nothing. XD Unless someone wants her long-lost mate to come back? l-o-l. His name is Cloudstorm.
Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: StormClan
Position: warrior
Personality: Strong and quick-witted, Stormfrost would rather spend her time teaching the younger cats about how she caught this or that, instead of teaching them about the warrior code! Without too much care, though, she will speak to another Clan about how she wishes they'd grow a backbone. Mild and saucy, to the least. And although some warriors doubt her will to curb her tongue, there is no doubt that she'd be a formidable foe in battle, whether a talk-off or a fight, StarClan only knew. But on the inside, few know that she is suffering: she's absoulutely lonely without someone to talk to about her problems. And she knows that if she went to the Clan leader, she'd be in trouble with all that she would have to say.
Cat Description: Stormfrost's name suited her: beautiful, and agile, she is pure storm gray with icy blue eyes. Her fur is shorter around her belly, neck and head than around her legs and her thick tail. So, she has different lenghts of fur on different parts of her body. Her underbelly is lighter gray than the rest of her, and her paws are slightly small. There are no scars on her body; nothing. Under her paws, her pads are black and hardened, instead of pink and smooth like some of the other cats.
History: Stormfrost's life hasn't been a walk in the park: she's overcome some pretty tough patches. She's talked her way out of fights with rouges and talked her way into going to the Gathering two days after she was an apprentice. Once, though, in her normal past, there was one thing that is worth mentioning: her mate. No, she didn't have kits with him, because she was still an apprentice. But, before they could declare their love for one another, he vanished. No one knows what happened to him; or that he existed, for that matter. The Clans talked about him for two moons, much to her anguish for his disappearance without saying good-bye to her.
Role-Playing Example:
Blackfall sat on the branch of a low-growing stunted oak tree, idly watching the apprentices through wide, watchful eyes as they raced.
How she wished she could go back and do that!
"As long as no harm comes to Windpaw, I think I'll stay sane," the black outcast meowed out loud.
Her voice carried over the treetops, and she closed her mouth tightly. She mustn't let her feelings for some cat she hardly knew get in the way.
Might as well follow them, then, she thought, bunching her muscles and leaping lightly down, her claws brushing the trunk of the tree.
She stretched, and let out a sigh as her muscles relaxed, even though she was tensed.
She had heard there was a fox running about. Clan news traveled fast if you were in all territories!
Blackfall ducked her head and licked the golden streak on her chest.
Then, she sat down. And waited.
Other Notes: Nothing. XD Unless someone wants her long-lost mate to come back? l-o-l. His name is Cloudstorm.
