Post by Xx.Dovey.xX on Jan 2, 2008 6:12:20 GMT -5
Name: Breezesong
Age: 30 moons
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:
Age: 30 moons
Alliance: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:
Name: BreezesongPersonality:
Age: 46 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Deputy
Clan: AirClan
Appearance- Breezesong has a complex, yet flowing and beautiful looking coat of many shades an textures, a base coat of oak brunette and over textures of white, cream and velvet black. She has a very small but striking salmon-coloured nose, like her mother, with a thick black rim round the brink, as her father had. Her whiskers are cloud white and ebony black, mixed spontaneously. As from the name 'Breezesong', you can tell she was a born Airclanner. Her looks are feirce, strong and real. She does not believe in things that are the obvoius, you can almost see it in her eyes. They are like lost plains of air and water, telling all, but obscured by a little slit of evil and darkness. The marks on her haed look like a flower in a warm and sunny spring, just waiting to open up and tell you things about her that you never knew. Although you cannot see her body in the picture, I will describe it: Her legs are long, bony and could use a little fattening up. Breezesong's ears are quite another story, though! They are cups of pink liquid, tilting over for someone to drink them, slanted, and underrated to anyone's keen eyes. Her underbelly is of the purest white shade, though when she goes hunting it turns to brown from the dirt! Her form is very slender, but in some comparison, her thighs are muscly and larger. Breezesong's tail is a thing of exquisite beauty. It is plain mouse brown with a hint of gold and cream. It ends at the tip with a fantastic looking crown of red, as if she had dipped it in paint. Down further are black-brown rings encircling the tail and seemingly constricting it. Her back is of a dark brown base coat, with beautiful, shimmering cream and golden colours that look like a flowing river in the subtle and delicate light of the silver-eyed moon. She is a short-haired cat, her fur never growing long, as it is not capable to do so.
Breezesong always has a merry, happy expression on when her Clan mates are around her, but in fact her eyes show a different story, her all-telling eyes. She has big shoulders and huge paws, giving her a sturdy structure. One her back, Breezesong has a light splash or cream pigment, crowned but a small drop of red in the centre.
Picture-http://mute.rigent.com/pics/brown-cat.jpg
Being a kind and tender she-cat, Breezesong hides her real personality with a strong and more noble side to her nature. She is very self confident, and always believes there is no right way but hers. She is a very competitive cat, and though a little competition is fine, she takes it way too seriously. The AirClanners trust her, for they know she's a wise and noble deputy who has lived a lot of experiences. And everybody likes her for the way she makes cats laugh and have fun for a change, be cheeky, disobey the rules of your mind. She is very extroverted, but in true fact, she hides her introverted nature with a bolder one, creating a shell or barrier to her true personality.This shell is open by the ones that Breezesong can really love, and the ones she can really trust. She is well loved by other Clans, too, and will always help, though sometimes it is against the Warrior Code.History:
Kithood: Breezekit had a very happy and memoreble kithood, one any cat would be lucky to have. She was the eldest in her litter, and had to take great responsibility in the others, making her more solemn, but it stood her in good stead for leadership in the Clan. She was always very demanding-never contented and always hungry for adventure and power.Roleplay Example:
Apprenticship:She always had a problem with accidents, and was so prone to them that by the time she was an apprentice she had made a very costly mistake. When she was about five moons, and nearly ready to be an apprentice, when her mentor took her tot he ThunderPath for her final test. It may have been a clumsy mentor or the clumsy apprentice,but the challenge was to walk accross the road, on the side with potholes; very large ones on the brink of the smelly road. As she started to walk, the acrid scent made her squint, but that did not mean that she wasn't looing at all. Just not very well. She was feeling about for potholes when a monster raced past and knocked her off her feet. She was winded so badly that she could not make any quick reaction, and as she was only a little apprentice, went tumbling into the pothole and broke her skull open. The cats feared they had lost her, but Breezesong returned to them as an warrior, with a little help of the medicine cat!
Warrior: Breezesong had only been a warrior a little while, but she has coached a happy apprentice to be one of the greatest hunters Airclan had ever seen. She was in the forest one day with Hawkpaw, her apprentice, and they both jumped back at a form that was cresting the sunny skies. It looked evil, and they didn't take their chances. The shape followed them walk by walk, pad by pad, it now looked like two black rouges or loners on the hill. They seemed to be monitoring their moves or spying on them, keen eyes lurking and observing them all the time. This began to annoy Breezesong, and thought they should go and fight them like true warriors. As they moved, they found the cats moved just as they did; they were shadows!
[also History] Breezesong looked out of the dirty window pane of the cat home. It was tame, and the cutter would be her to do that to her as well. She struggled furiously, but she knew it would not help; only make that matters worse. Either she would get put with some twolegs that treated her like a pampered pet, or get landed in another one of these wretched Homes. The only lives she knew were of he wild Clan and Tribe cats. She reflected on her past and saw how fortunate she had been; for this all to end would be a heart-wrenching tustle for a wild cat like her. She smiled at the time she was a kit; so competitive and neive, yet so funny, immature and charming. She wished just before she did this she could see the cats of her Clan once more, for she had such things to tell them. To appeogise to cats, so appaud under rated cats, and just to one more time taste fresh-kill. That she knew was over forever. Never would she rush through the Fourtrees, to live with the pride that she was untamed. Suddenly, a light appeared in fromt of her it looked like a Twoleg FireFlower, but blue in colour, and right in front of her nose. She needed warmth, but no heat was coming from this strange flame. She touched it, and Minnowpaw, her little brother, stared back at her with wide, unblinikng eyes.Code Word: Walk With StarClan
"Sister?" He called through the fire. Breezesong could not believe her eyes. She must be imagining or dreamign. But was she really that desperate?
"I don't have much time to talk, so listen! Right, the Clan is good, and now we know your alive, don't dive up! HateTail is going to be deuty if you don't come back quick, and then leader! You can't let this happen, you simply can't!"
"But.. I can't get out!"
"When Lionmask got trapped, he waited till they took him out then he clawed the Twolegs and battled free."
"That is what I must do. And I am sorry for my competitiveness."
Minnowpaw understood entirely.
