Post by Ghostwhisker on Nov 21, 2007 17:19:27 GMT -5
name: -- ghostwhisker
age: -- twenty-five moons
gender: -- female
clan: -- boneclan
position: -- deputy
personality: -- This fiesty she-cat has some flaws in her but inside she's the devil; the outside is just the sugar to the salt with her. But at some point she can be the sweet candy like her mother. She gets the salt tang from her devilish father that she misses terribly. Don't ever anger her to the boiling point or you'll be in deep trouble. She's swift on her feet and an excellent hunter when hardships of leaf-bare come.
cat description: -- Ghostwhisker is a silky cream female with light brown tabby stripes she gets from her dad. She has icy cold blue eyes from the river she grew up by, she has always had a scar over her right eye from her beating she got from Hawkstar when she was young. She also has another scar on her left hip from a cat fight she got in with a unknown cat when she had turned from an apprentice to warrior. Her ear is scathed to a point where it looks like a "W" on the tip of her left ear. Her pelt shimmers silver in the moonlight if you look at it from a certain angle.
history: -- Ghostwhisker has been somewhat of a orphan most of her life. Her father, Hawkfrost, was killed by her uncle Brambleclaw by the old lake which is now dried up. Her mother, Brook, raised her until her apprenticeship when ShadowClan raided her clan and murdered her mother. She was saved by BoneClan and raised there through-out her apprenticeship, warriorship and deputy position. She has never taken of a mate since no tom has ever asked her about love. She has no siblings or other close family she is aware of. She killed off her uncle in rage and fury that her father had died before she even got to know him. She murdered many cats in revenge of her father's death and is still sensitive about the conversation about her father and mother.
role-playing example:
Ghostwhisker stepped out from the warriors den and saw the sun rising up from the cold earth , the rays penetrating the dens and her silky fur and she let out a shiver of delight. She looked around for her leader Hawkstar and waited for someone to awaken from their slumber since she was always a very early riser. She padded over to where some grass patches were and saw the glistening dew drops sparkling on the blades of grass and she turned her head to the sky, watching the birds fly in the sky as she murmered to herself, " I wonder what its like to fly up there with the stars..." She tilted her head down and sat down, her tail curled neatly over her velvet-soft paws and sat quietly for her den-mates and leader to come alive from their deep slumber.
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