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Post by [PuRe] on Jun 20, 2007 19:45:21 GMT -5
Name: Bluespirit
Moons: 18 moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: warrior
Gender: tom
Appearence: Bluespirit is a handsome blue-grey tom, with black, thick stripes. His chest, paws, belly, and chin are white. His tail is long, and fluffy, one part grey another black. Bluespirit has a massive body, and big, powerful paws. His chest is fluffy, as is his coat. His eyes are beautiful, light, azure color.
Personality: Bluespirit has always been a serious, clever, cold, sharp-tongued tom. He doesn't really care about his social life with she-cats, but basicly on his clan. He doesn't like being bothered by others; he doesn't hunt for a cat in specific, but hunts for the whole clan on its basis. Bluespirit is alway on track, when hunting he gives his best, and in fighting he is a hard opposum, and would die for his clan. He doesn't like much being around young cats, that is meaning kits and apprentices, only when necessary, he is around them (like training apprentices.) He only gives his respect to the ones that gain it, and that is quite hard with Bluespirit.
History: Bluespirit is a full-blooded Riverclanner. Both his parents were honorable warriors, and he only had a sister, Hushedpaw, who was muted. He and Hushepaw were both really close, did everything together, they hardly left each other's side. But one cold leaf-bare night, Hushepaw fell ill, and at that moment the medicine cat was away, so she died. A sad moment for Bluspirit, his heart hardened. Years passed and he became a warrior, missing each day for Hushedpaw, who would have becomed a warrior with him. His parents died of oldennes, so his heart hardened even more. He became serious and cold. Hardly caring for anybody, just serving his clan as the Warrior code told to, as simple as that.
ICC: Bluespirit came to the Riverclan camp with prey in his mouth. Yes, it had been a good hunting day. He placed the prey on the fresh-kill pile and streched, yawning. It was early in the morning, he had been hunting all night, and now he needed a rest. He went into the warrior'sden and layed down on a soft moss-bed. He sighed, appreciating the confortable bed. In some minutes, he dozed of to sleep. His whiskers twiched as an image of Hushedpaw came into his mind, and a tear rolled down his face..
Password: Mice...a tasty cat treat
Moons: 18 moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Position: warrior
Gender: tom
Appearence: Bluespirit is a handsome blue-grey tom, with black, thick stripes. His chest, paws, belly, and chin are white. His tail is long, and fluffy, one part grey another black. Bluespirit has a massive body, and big, powerful paws. His chest is fluffy, as is his coat. His eyes are beautiful, light, azure color.
Personality: Bluespirit has always been a serious, clever, cold, sharp-tongued tom. He doesn't really care about his social life with she-cats, but basicly on his clan. He doesn't like being bothered by others; he doesn't hunt for a cat in specific, but hunts for the whole clan on its basis. Bluespirit is alway on track, when hunting he gives his best, and in fighting he is a hard opposum, and would die for his clan. He doesn't like much being around young cats, that is meaning kits and apprentices, only when necessary, he is around them (like training apprentices.) He only gives his respect to the ones that gain it, and that is quite hard with Bluespirit.
History: Bluespirit is a full-blooded Riverclanner. Both his parents were honorable warriors, and he only had a sister, Hushedpaw, who was muted. He and Hushepaw were both really close, did everything together, they hardly left each other's side. But one cold leaf-bare night, Hushepaw fell ill, and at that moment the medicine cat was away, so she died. A sad moment for Bluspirit, his heart hardened. Years passed and he became a warrior, missing each day for Hushedpaw, who would have becomed a warrior with him. His parents died of oldennes, so his heart hardened even more. He became serious and cold. Hardly caring for anybody, just serving his clan as the Warrior code told to, as simple as that.
ICC: Bluespirit came to the Riverclan camp with prey in his mouth. Yes, it had been a good hunting day. He placed the prey on the fresh-kill pile and streched, yawning. It was early in the morning, he had been hunting all night, and now he needed a rest. He went into the warrior'sden and layed down on a soft moss-bed. He sighed, appreciating the confortable bed. In some minutes, he dozed of to sleep. His whiskers twiched as an image of Hushedpaw came into his mind, and a tear rolled down his face..
Password: Mice...a tasty cat treat
