Post by winterleaf on Aug 25, 2007 14:37:52 GMT -5
Silversnow
Name: Silversnow
Age: 10 moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appereance: Silversnow has a white and shinny pelt, almost silver, with spots on her back that are white and shine in the dark. Her tummy and paws are a light gray that is hardily visible. Her tail is very fluffy and has gray stripes around. When her fur gets near the light of the sun, or when it is wet, it shines pure silver. Her legs and tail are apparently long. She has dark blue eyes.
Personality: Silversnow is silent and prudent. She is one of the most inteligent apprentice at Windclan. She has a serious nature and likes to wander by the river in nights and admire the silver moon. She is not the adventure type, but when ever its time, her widly personality will unleash. She is calm, and always looks for the solution of a problem, either if it is easy or difficult. When there’s a big conflict, she will never give up until it’s solved. She is very loyal to her clan. Unlike Windclan cats, she knows how to swim.
History:Silversnow’s family was born in Windclan. She lived with her mother and father happily, until one day, they went to a hunting patrol. Silverkit waited for them, but they never came back. All the cats considered them dead. But Silverkit knew they were still alive. In the night, she sneaked out of the nursery following a strange scent. Not knowing it was leading her to the Riverclan territory, she followed the scent to find her parents swimming in the river unconcious. Silverkit ran to them, and jumped to the water, without knowing how to swim. She grabbed their soaked fur with her small fangs and took them to the ground. Being to weak to walk back to the camp, they fainted in mid Riverclan camp. Dessesperated, Silverkit ran back to Windclan for help. Only 2 warriors agreed, and sneaked to Riverclan and took Silverkit’s mother and father to the medicine cat’s den. A moon later, her parents recovered and were able to tell their story and their experience with the Twoleg monsters. They also took care of Silverkit, and taught her everything they knew. She grew up happily, being a good friend of Breezepaw, and intelligent at all times.
IC: Silversnow climbed the long tree and snatched some leaves. She used them to make a bag to carry prey. She walked to the holes where she had gathered 5 mice, 2 rabbits, and 3 voles. She put them all neatly in her bag and padded back to the Windclan camp. After eating a rabbit, she left the other food she caught in the Fresh-kill pile. She went back to the warriors den, tired after a day full of hunting. Lost in thought, she walked by the Windclan camp, staring at the things the cats did. She was so deep in thought, Silversnow didn’t notice she was going to the apprentices’ den instead. “Upps...” she mewed. She had just becomed a warrior and was used on going to the apprentices’ den. When she finally arrived to the Warriors’ den, she fell asleep, thinking in the complex structure of the Twolegs’ monster.
Finchpaw
Name: Finchpaw (wing)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Physical Description: Finchpaw is a pale ginger tom with one ivory paw. His eyes, which are green, glow with a fierce intensity.
Personality: Finchpaw is and active and sharp-tongued apprentice. Don't mess with him. He may also be sweet but only with the ones he can really love and trust. He's eager to explore, play, and train, but may sometimes have an spoiled judgement with strangers and a wicked temperament.
History: Finchpaw is the son of Silvertip, the great Riverclan warrior. His father was Skyheart, who died before he was born. He has two siblins, Stainpaw and Lotuskit.
RPing Example: Um, check out Timberkit's bio.
Password: Mice... A tasty cat treat
Darkstep
Name: Darkstep
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Darkstep’s pelt is completely black. His tail long and fluffy and darker than his fur. His eyes are deep brown. His whiskers are long, followed by his legs. He has massive shoulders and strong paws. Besides his left eye, Darkstep has a big scar that streches from his eye to his ear. His body is huge. But his tummy has a little white spot that is unvisible from any point of view.
Personality: Darkstep has a mean personality and always thinks in revenge. As a kit and apprentice, he always bullied his other clan mates and never respected the warriors. He likes to break the warrior code all the time and laugh about the rules. He doesn’t have friends. He hates every cat for no reason. But sometimes, when he sees a very bad situation, he will help and never admit it later. It is said that when he does so, the spot in his tummy grows.
History: Darkstep wasn’t born in the forrest. Before joining Shadowclan, he was a rouge with his mother and father. His parents weren’t exactly a good example for him. He learned bad things from them. He was abandoned as a kit in the Twolegs’ place, where he was adopted by a girl. She gave him the name of Darky. He was happy with her, but moons later, his parents came back. They tried an ambush to get their kit back. After they succeded, they mistreated him and made him do evil things. He was abandoned again, this time in the forrest, where some Shadowclan warriors brought him back to the camp. So then, he grew up as a miserable cat, hating others with no reason, and being jeolus of those who have parents. He was corrumpted by his parents, and when the Twoleg took care of him, he was too small to remember. But deeply, deeply, inside Darkstep, he has a little heart, that brings him kindness and love.
IC: Darkstep pushed his way out of the warriors’ den. He bumped to a cat. “Hey, watch where you’re going you stupid furball!” he grunteed and tackeled him. He ran out of the den. Wanting to do something mean to finish the day fine, Darkstep observed three kits playing in the nursery. He noticed nobody was around them, he ran to them. They glared at him with awe. Darkstep smirked at pushed one of them with his huge paw and bit one the other one’s ear. Both kits started crying loudly. Darkstep ran out of the the nursery with an evil smile in his mouth. A she-cat arrived to the nursery. Darkstep assumed she was the kits’ mother. She licked them and kissed them, but then froze. “Hey, where’s my third kit?” she mewed frantically. Darkstep then remembered he had seen three kits and not two. “That’s strange...” he muttered. He turned around, a pang of guilt in his throat, and then came back to sence. "What’s wrong with me? As if those kits where important..."He mumbled and then frooze. The kit he had just bullied was on top of the biggest tree in Shadowclan. Darkstep stared at it with concern and happyness. He saw other cats where looking for him, but couldn't see the kit was in the tree. He turned around and ignored the kit. But the pang of guilt in his throat grew, and he couldn’t support it. Idiot of me... He thought, as he ran to the tree and rescued the kit. He grabbed it with his claws and bought it back to the nursery, hoping nobody noticed. He padded back to the warriors den and fell asleep, hiding his head between his paws of embarrasment and at the same time happyness after rescuing a kit.
My pityfull activeness made me do this soo... Well, bye cats
*sobs* I know these bios suck (they were the first I made) but for anybody that adopts them, please take care of them!
Name: Silversnow
Age: 10 moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appereance: Silversnow has a white and shinny pelt, almost silver, with spots on her back that are white and shine in the dark. Her tummy and paws are a light gray that is hardily visible. Her tail is very fluffy and has gray stripes around. When her fur gets near the light of the sun, or when it is wet, it shines pure silver. Her legs and tail are apparently long. She has dark blue eyes.
Personality: Silversnow is silent and prudent. She is one of the most inteligent apprentice at Windclan. She has a serious nature and likes to wander by the river in nights and admire the silver moon. She is not the adventure type, but when ever its time, her widly personality will unleash. She is calm, and always looks for the solution of a problem, either if it is easy or difficult. When there’s a big conflict, she will never give up until it’s solved. She is very loyal to her clan. Unlike Windclan cats, she knows how to swim.
History:Silversnow’s family was born in Windclan. She lived with her mother and father happily, until one day, they went to a hunting patrol. Silverkit waited for them, but they never came back. All the cats considered them dead. But Silverkit knew they were still alive. In the night, she sneaked out of the nursery following a strange scent. Not knowing it was leading her to the Riverclan territory, she followed the scent to find her parents swimming in the river unconcious. Silverkit ran to them, and jumped to the water, without knowing how to swim. She grabbed their soaked fur with her small fangs and took them to the ground. Being to weak to walk back to the camp, they fainted in mid Riverclan camp. Dessesperated, Silverkit ran back to Windclan for help. Only 2 warriors agreed, and sneaked to Riverclan and took Silverkit’s mother and father to the medicine cat’s den. A moon later, her parents recovered and were able to tell their story and their experience with the Twoleg monsters. They also took care of Silverkit, and taught her everything they knew. She grew up happily, being a good friend of Breezepaw, and intelligent at all times.
IC: Silversnow climbed the long tree and snatched some leaves. She used them to make a bag to carry prey. She walked to the holes where she had gathered 5 mice, 2 rabbits, and 3 voles. She put them all neatly in her bag and padded back to the Windclan camp. After eating a rabbit, she left the other food she caught in the Fresh-kill pile. She went back to the warriors den, tired after a day full of hunting. Lost in thought, she walked by the Windclan camp, staring at the things the cats did. She was so deep in thought, Silversnow didn’t notice she was going to the apprentices’ den instead. “Upps...” she mewed. She had just becomed a warrior and was used on going to the apprentices’ den. When she finally arrived to the Warriors’ den, she fell asleep, thinking in the complex structure of the Twolegs’ monster.
Finchpaw
Name: Finchpaw (wing)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Tom
Physical Description: Finchpaw is a pale ginger tom with one ivory paw. His eyes, which are green, glow with a fierce intensity.
Personality: Finchpaw is and active and sharp-tongued apprentice. Don't mess with him. He may also be sweet but only with the ones he can really love and trust. He's eager to explore, play, and train, but may sometimes have an spoiled judgement with strangers and a wicked temperament.
History: Finchpaw is the son of Silvertip, the great Riverclan warrior. His father was Skyheart, who died before he was born. He has two siblins, Stainpaw and Lotuskit.
RPing Example: Um, check out Timberkit's bio.
Password: Mice... A tasty cat treat
Darkstep
Name: Darkstep
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 moons
Gender: Tom
Peltage: Darkstep’s pelt is completely black. His tail long and fluffy and darker than his fur. His eyes are deep brown. His whiskers are long, followed by his legs. He has massive shoulders and strong paws. Besides his left eye, Darkstep has a big scar that streches from his eye to his ear. His body is huge. But his tummy has a little white spot that is unvisible from any point of view.
Personality: Darkstep has a mean personality and always thinks in revenge. As a kit and apprentice, he always bullied his other clan mates and never respected the warriors. He likes to break the warrior code all the time and laugh about the rules. He doesn’t have friends. He hates every cat for no reason. But sometimes, when he sees a very bad situation, he will help and never admit it later. It is said that when he does so, the spot in his tummy grows.
History: Darkstep wasn’t born in the forrest. Before joining Shadowclan, he was a rouge with his mother and father. His parents weren’t exactly a good example for him. He learned bad things from them. He was abandoned as a kit in the Twolegs’ place, where he was adopted by a girl. She gave him the name of Darky. He was happy with her, but moons later, his parents came back. They tried an ambush to get their kit back. After they succeded, they mistreated him and made him do evil things. He was abandoned again, this time in the forrest, where some Shadowclan warriors brought him back to the camp. So then, he grew up as a miserable cat, hating others with no reason, and being jeolus of those who have parents. He was corrumpted by his parents, and when the Twoleg took care of him, he was too small to remember. But deeply, deeply, inside Darkstep, he has a little heart, that brings him kindness and love.
IC: Darkstep pushed his way out of the warriors’ den. He bumped to a cat. “Hey, watch where you’re going you stupid furball!” he grunteed and tackeled him. He ran out of the den. Wanting to do something mean to finish the day fine, Darkstep observed three kits playing in the nursery. He noticed nobody was around them, he ran to them. They glared at him with awe. Darkstep smirked at pushed one of them with his huge paw and bit one the other one’s ear. Both kits started crying loudly. Darkstep ran out of the the nursery with an evil smile in his mouth. A she-cat arrived to the nursery. Darkstep assumed she was the kits’ mother. She licked them and kissed them, but then froze. “Hey, where’s my third kit?” she mewed frantically. Darkstep then remembered he had seen three kits and not two. “That’s strange...” he muttered. He turned around, a pang of guilt in his throat, and then came back to sence. "What’s wrong with me? As if those kits where important..."He mumbled and then frooze. The kit he had just bullied was on top of the biggest tree in Shadowclan. Darkstep stared at it with concern and happyness. He saw other cats where looking for him, but couldn't see the kit was in the tree. He turned around and ignored the kit. But the pang of guilt in his throat grew, and he couldn’t support it. Idiot of me... He thought, as he ran to the tree and rescued the kit. He grabbed it with his claws and bought it back to the nursery, hoping nobody noticed. He padded back to the warriors den and fell asleep, hiding his head between his paws of embarrasment and at the same time happyness after rescuing a kit.
My pityfull activeness made me do this soo... Well, bye cats
*sobs* I know these bios suck (they were the first I made) but for anybody that adopts them, please take care of them!
