Post by winterleaf on Apr 28, 2007 17:40:20 GMT -5
Name: Shadowstream
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Queen
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Physical Description: Shadowstream is a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with a gleaming coat. She has muddled splotches all around her pelt that combine with her neat pitch-black strikes and hide behind her preponent light gray fur. Her paws have small black tufts which blur with her silver legs. Her face has a long dark gray stain that extends to her back and chest. Shadowstream has beaming bright olive eyes. They are surrounded by humble peach mottles who radiantly glow with the shine of her eyes as the moon touches them. She has pointed light gray ears with a high pitch dye pink inside them. Stripes are all around them which have the shape of a sharpened stream.
Personality: Just as any mother, Shadowstream is kind and tender with small ones. She’s sweet and benevolent with her kits and would give her live to protect them. She holds an special affection for Crystalkit for she’s the one that most reminds her of Oakclaw. But she keeps her three kits in her heart warmly and cautiously. As an apprentice, she was extrobert and cheerful with others, sometimes becoming annoying. As a warrior, Shadowstream was rather timid and mild, but her personality changed as she got more madure. Despite so, Shadowstream has always been loyal to her clan and would defend it with fangs and claws.
History: Shadowstream was born to a charming kittypet mother and a handsome kittypet. Both of her parents fell deeply in love and when they had their small kitten, they decided to start their lives together and away from their old lives with their beloved one. Her father knew about the forrest of the clans and the couple didn’t hesitate to start the journey towards it. In the way, they faced many challenges, but managed to reach the forest. When they were in the Thunderclan border, a badger killed them and only Shadowkit survived. She was taken to the Thunderclan camp and was raised by queens in the nursery. When she grew up she became a worthy warrior. As a warrior, Shadowstream mated Oakclaw, the tom she had loved since she was an apprentice. Oakclaw loved her as well. But one night, the tabby warrior was killed by a fox that wanted to attack Shadowstream. Shadowstream was heartbrocken, but she knew that she would proceed on her life for the fate of Oakclaw. Three moons later, her kits were born: Tulipkit, Brackenkit, and Crystalkit.
Rping Example: Darkness covered the sky, leaving no trace of the sun rays to shine, but gleaming moon light to replace them. They gracefully danced over the clouds that covered Shadowstream’s tabby pelt as she groomed her kits’ pelt. She purred at Tulipkit and Brackenkit who were already asleep, but her eyes shone in happiness when she caught a glimpse of Crystalkit’s beautiful coat. She smiled at her and passed a rozy tounge by her kit’s head. Shadowstream heaved a yawn and kneeled her head with her eyes stuck in her kits bodies. She prayed for Oakclaw as she doozed of in a marvelous dream.
Password: Surrounding forrest
Taken By: Ferntail
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Name: Hawkpaw
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Hawkpaw is a light ginger she-cat with a striped coat. She has dark ginger strikes boanding aimlessly in her sandy pelt besides bright orange but small splotches who have the shape of flames. Her fur blazes when the sun brushes it, turning to a flaring tinge that hides her dicstinctive blemishes. When the moon grazes over her, her coat becomes lighter and outstands her stains. It makes her bleach base glow like smooth tangerine silk. Hawkpaw’s forehead has a peach stroke that blurs with her pelt, turning it to a flower pattern. Her paws are rather dusty and darker than the rest of her body, but they hide her vicious claws, resembling those of a hawk. She has peeked up and defined tabby ears that own her pelt’s same dye. Hawkpaw has piercing amber, slightly olive, eyes that shine intentivly with the moon.
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Personality: Unlike most apprentices, Hawkpaw is a desolated and bashful cat. She likes to wander between the darkness of the shadows every night since she was a kitten. She keeps her conflicts and secrets hiden deep inside her and makes sure nobody reveals them. She’s extremely shy and introvert. She hardily talks to anyone or dares to do so. She’s very independent and prudent. As a kit, she was mischievous but serene; she never played with the others in the nursery. Instead, Hawkkit would watch and observe intensivly as warriors hunted or fought. She never had much friends because of her apprehensive character, but she has never cared for what others think about her and follows what her heart tells her to. Hawkpaw is very proud and would never accept defeat, making her a grissly cat when she’s angry. She has always been respectful with older cats and she’s delighted when she hears elders tell their stories. She never hesitates to follow the commands of her leader or other cats such, but argues when she knows the command is erring. Hawkpaw also has a kind hearted and warm personality with the small ones and the cats she can really trust and love. She’s the example of peacefulness and tranquility to apprentices her age that are disobedient with their clan. Hawkpaw has been excessively curious and anxious to learn. She’s very smart so many warriors reject her as their apprentice because there isn’t much left to teach her.
History: Hawkpaw had a Riverclan mother and a Windclan father, giving her a half blood heritage. Before she was born, her mother and father met in a gathering and fell in love. Her mother insisted on changing her clan so she could be together with her beloved one, but her father insisted her to stay in Riverclan. They only met on the darkest nights in the border of their clans. Moons later, Hawkkit’s mother found out she was pregnant. Her father was stunned but happy at the news and decided to change his clan. But his leader didn’t aloud him to. When her mother gave birth to the small cat, she died of the effort of grief and kitting. Her father found her dead with Hawkkit wrapped in her tail. He digged her corpse and returned to his clan. Hawkkit was accepted after her father had to tell her leader the whole story. After everything was fixed, her father died killing a force that tried to kill her. His precious kit grew lonely in the nursery, building her own decitions and confident she didn’t need anybody else. The elders constantly told her stories about her past, some different from the others. But they always finished with this holly phrase: “Your mother and father watch you from Starclan and will always take care of you, no matter what. They will never let anything happen to you.” Hawkpaw would always bow her head after the phrase, but it always had a skeptical meaning to her. She has lived in Windclan ever since.
Rping Example: Golden amber eyes were wide as they stared at the plump of fur lieing on the floor. It was a snowy white rabbit nibling a seed below a bush. Hawkpaw rushed her pelt in the bushes to muffle her scent, just like older warriors did. She kept her body silent on her haunches, careful the rabbit wouldn’t see her. Just when the fat creature perked his nose high, the tabby apprentice called upon her back legs to jump. She unleashed her claws over the rabbit’s belly, then swiftly bit its neck. It fell dead on the ground, the seed he held falling to the floor. With a grin of satisfactation, Hawkpaw lifted it and slowly padded back to her camp. The moon emerged from the sky and the shadows of the forrest fell over her fiery red coat. When she reached her camp, all the cats were already asleep. She smirked angrily, for nobody was going to see the rabbit she had caught, despite her lack of mentorship. Hawkpaw dragged it to the fresh-kill pile before walking directly to the apprentices’ den. She found a cozy and lonely spot in the bramble nest, away from the other apprentices sleeping. She crept inside and lied down. She closed her eyes and the radiant lights that once glew, banished.
Password: Surrounding Forrest
Taken By: Padfoot
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Name: Brackenkit
Clan: Thunderclan
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Physical Description: Brackenkit is a dark tabby tom with radiant green eyes and pitch black mottles all around his pelt.
Personality: Brackenkit is quite reserved and silent, unlike most kits his age. He’s very prudent and madure for his age. He’s fiercely loyal as well and likes to wander by the shadows of the night.
History: Brackenkit was born to Shadowstream and Oakclaw. His father was killed by a fox before he and his sisters were born, making his memory indifferent to the young kit. But as Shadowstream has repeated all the time, Oakclaw will always be in Brackenkit’s heart. He has two sisters who have his same age: Crystalkit and Tulipkit.
Taken By: Wolfpaw
That’s it! Please adopt these cats! I would keep them, but I reached my limit...
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Queen
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Physical Description: Shadowstream is a beautiful silver tabby she-cat with a gleaming coat. She has muddled splotches all around her pelt that combine with her neat pitch-black strikes and hide behind her preponent light gray fur. Her paws have small black tufts which blur with her silver legs. Her face has a long dark gray stain that extends to her back and chest. Shadowstream has beaming bright olive eyes. They are surrounded by humble peach mottles who radiantly glow with the shine of her eyes as the moon touches them. She has pointed light gray ears with a high pitch dye pink inside them. Stripes are all around them which have the shape of a sharpened stream.
Personality: Just as any mother, Shadowstream is kind and tender with small ones. She’s sweet and benevolent with her kits and would give her live to protect them. She holds an special affection for Crystalkit for she’s the one that most reminds her of Oakclaw. But she keeps her three kits in her heart warmly and cautiously. As an apprentice, she was extrobert and cheerful with others, sometimes becoming annoying. As a warrior, Shadowstream was rather timid and mild, but her personality changed as she got more madure. Despite so, Shadowstream has always been loyal to her clan and would defend it with fangs and claws.
History: Shadowstream was born to a charming kittypet mother and a handsome kittypet. Both of her parents fell deeply in love and when they had their small kitten, they decided to start their lives together and away from their old lives with their beloved one. Her father knew about the forrest of the clans and the couple didn’t hesitate to start the journey towards it. In the way, they faced many challenges, but managed to reach the forest. When they were in the Thunderclan border, a badger killed them and only Shadowkit survived. She was taken to the Thunderclan camp and was raised by queens in the nursery. When she grew up she became a worthy warrior. As a warrior, Shadowstream mated Oakclaw, the tom she had loved since she was an apprentice. Oakclaw loved her as well. But one night, the tabby warrior was killed by a fox that wanted to attack Shadowstream. Shadowstream was heartbrocken, but she knew that she would proceed on her life for the fate of Oakclaw. Three moons later, her kits were born: Tulipkit, Brackenkit, and Crystalkit.
Rping Example: Darkness covered the sky, leaving no trace of the sun rays to shine, but gleaming moon light to replace them. They gracefully danced over the clouds that covered Shadowstream’s tabby pelt as she groomed her kits’ pelt. She purred at Tulipkit and Brackenkit who were already asleep, but her eyes shone in happiness when she caught a glimpse of Crystalkit’s beautiful coat. She smiled at her and passed a rozy tounge by her kit’s head. Shadowstream heaved a yawn and kneeled her head with her eyes stuck in her kits bodies. She prayed for Oakclaw as she doozed of in a marvelous dream.
Password: Surrounding forrest
Taken By: Ferntail
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Name: Hawkpaw
Clan: Windclan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 6 moons
Gender: She-cat
Physical Description: Hawkpaw is a light ginger she-cat with a striped coat. She has dark ginger strikes boanding aimlessly in her sandy pelt besides bright orange but small splotches who have the shape of flames. Her fur blazes when the sun brushes it, turning to a flaring tinge that hides her dicstinctive blemishes. When the moon grazes over her, her coat becomes lighter and outstands her stains. It makes her bleach base glow like smooth tangerine silk. Hawkpaw’s forehead has a peach stroke that blurs with her pelt, turning it to a flower pattern. Her paws are rather dusty and darker than the rest of her body, but they hide her vicious claws, resembling those of a hawk. She has peeked up and defined tabby ears that own her pelt’s same dye. Hawkpaw has piercing amber, slightly olive, eyes that shine intentivly with the moon.
Picture:
Personality: Unlike most apprentices, Hawkpaw is a desolated and bashful cat. She likes to wander between the darkness of the shadows every night since she was a kitten. She keeps her conflicts and secrets hiden deep inside her and makes sure nobody reveals them. She’s extremely shy and introvert. She hardily talks to anyone or dares to do so. She’s very independent and prudent. As a kit, she was mischievous but serene; she never played with the others in the nursery. Instead, Hawkkit would watch and observe intensivly as warriors hunted or fought. She never had much friends because of her apprehensive character, but she has never cared for what others think about her and follows what her heart tells her to. Hawkpaw is very proud and would never accept defeat, making her a grissly cat when she’s angry. She has always been respectful with older cats and she’s delighted when she hears elders tell their stories. She never hesitates to follow the commands of her leader or other cats such, but argues when she knows the command is erring. Hawkpaw also has a kind hearted and warm personality with the small ones and the cats she can really trust and love. She’s the example of peacefulness and tranquility to apprentices her age that are disobedient with their clan. Hawkpaw has been excessively curious and anxious to learn. She’s very smart so many warriors reject her as their apprentice because there isn’t much left to teach her.
History: Hawkpaw had a Riverclan mother and a Windclan father, giving her a half blood heritage. Before she was born, her mother and father met in a gathering and fell in love. Her mother insisted on changing her clan so she could be together with her beloved one, but her father insisted her to stay in Riverclan. They only met on the darkest nights in the border of their clans. Moons later, Hawkkit’s mother found out she was pregnant. Her father was stunned but happy at the news and decided to change his clan. But his leader didn’t aloud him to. When her mother gave birth to the small cat, she died of the effort of grief and kitting. Her father found her dead with Hawkkit wrapped in her tail. He digged her corpse and returned to his clan. Hawkkit was accepted after her father had to tell her leader the whole story. After everything was fixed, her father died killing a force that tried to kill her. His precious kit grew lonely in the nursery, building her own decitions and confident she didn’t need anybody else. The elders constantly told her stories about her past, some different from the others. But they always finished with this holly phrase: “Your mother and father watch you from Starclan and will always take care of you, no matter what. They will never let anything happen to you.” Hawkpaw would always bow her head after the phrase, but it always had a skeptical meaning to her. She has lived in Windclan ever since.
Rping Example: Golden amber eyes were wide as they stared at the plump of fur lieing on the floor. It was a snowy white rabbit nibling a seed below a bush. Hawkpaw rushed her pelt in the bushes to muffle her scent, just like older warriors did. She kept her body silent on her haunches, careful the rabbit wouldn’t see her. Just when the fat creature perked his nose high, the tabby apprentice called upon her back legs to jump. She unleashed her claws over the rabbit’s belly, then swiftly bit its neck. It fell dead on the ground, the seed he held falling to the floor. With a grin of satisfactation, Hawkpaw lifted it and slowly padded back to her camp. The moon emerged from the sky and the shadows of the forrest fell over her fiery red coat. When she reached her camp, all the cats were already asleep. She smirked angrily, for nobody was going to see the rabbit she had caught, despite her lack of mentorship. Hawkpaw dragged it to the fresh-kill pile before walking directly to the apprentices’ den. She found a cozy and lonely spot in the bramble nest, away from the other apprentices sleeping. She crept inside and lied down. She closed her eyes and the radiant lights that once glew, banished.
Password: Surrounding Forrest
Taken By: Padfoot
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Name: Brackenkit
Clan: Thunderclan
Age: 4 moons
Gender: Tom
Rank: Kit
Physical Description: Brackenkit is a dark tabby tom with radiant green eyes and pitch black mottles all around his pelt.
Personality: Brackenkit is quite reserved and silent, unlike most kits his age. He’s very prudent and madure for his age. He’s fiercely loyal as well and likes to wander by the shadows of the night.
History: Brackenkit was born to Shadowstream and Oakclaw. His father was killed by a fox before he and his sisters were born, making his memory indifferent to the young kit. But as Shadowstream has repeated all the time, Oakclaw will always be in Brackenkit’s heart. He has two sisters who have his same age: Crystalkit and Tulipkit.
Taken By: Wolfpaw
That’s it! Please adopt these cats! I would keep them, but I reached my limit...
And so quickly!!! *cheers*