Post by ||Cedar|| on Jul 2, 2007 13:46:53 GMT -5
Name: Cedarsoul
Age: 19 Moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: she-cat
Appearance:
Browns and greys dapple her body, merging into one swirling colour of light brown, that seems to shift in the light., and hide the tough muscles that liy beneath. Her eyes stand out against that shade, as a pallid green. Her paws are pockets of white, breaking off abruptly for the brown to shroud the rest of her legs. But that same white appears again to blanket her chest and belly.
She has an average build, if slightly on the agile side. But that masks the wirey muscles she likes to keep in shape. Her claws she only bothers sharpening if there is a battle approaching, so they, at normal times, are quite average.
Picture:
Personality:
Her eyes hold steady and confident, as she is content with the world around her. But don't take her as all time gentle, and especially make no judgement of her being weak. Though she has a soft side, where her tail ceases to lash, and her voice is welcoming and soft, if you irritated or anger her, she is quick to reply.
In battle, she is a formiddable opponent, being viscous and mercyless, the red cloud of rage shrouding her. She is fiercly loyal, putting her life on the line for her clan.
She loves to watch kits play, well, don't most she-cats? And she is quick to socialise with the rest of Windclan. But with other clan cats, you may notice she guards herself somewhat. Patience depends on her mood at the time, though she doesn't rush into descisions, and thinks things through.... usually.
History:
Her past isn't tinted with many disasters, though she has experienced her fair share of death.
//Kithood\\
She born born into a litter of three, both her parents also being born in Windclan. But times were difficult, and greencough took her brother Brackenkit. Being young, and hardly knowing him, that barely scathed her. And as the moons went on, her and her sister Birchkit grew ever closer, helped by the fact that there was no other kits to play with at the time. Until they were five moons, and another litter was born from her mothers friend: Cindersoul.
//Apprenticeship\\
Cedarpaw trained hard as an apprentice, the opposite to Birchpaw who seemed to not care less if she knew how to hunt or not. Birchpaw seemed to spend more of her time flirting with her young mentor, Coalheart, than learning anything. This seemed to make Cedarpaws blood boil, and she through herself into training with the deputy. Many times she would ask for extra fighting sessions.
//Warrior\\
By the time Cedarpaw was eleven moons old, it was clear there was nothing left to be taught, so she spent a moon trying to help her sister along with encouragement, and sharing what she knew. Until she was named Cedarsoul, and had more responcibilities.
It was on one fateful day, when a band of rogues attacked, that Cedarpelt experienced grief like nothing before. Her father, Manicstripe, had already retired as an elder, but her mother was battling on, growing ver frail. When the time came to fight the rogues, she didn't stand a chance.
Cedarsoul fought to try and get closer to Birchpaw, now 13 moons old and still an apprentice. But another compacted rogue bawled her over just in time, and Birchpaw went down yowling.
Cedarsoul did, in time recover from her loss with the help of a close friend: Maplestream.
ICC:
Dreams faded into darkness, voices breaking off until the echos spun around Cedarsouls mind, then stopped. Muscles rebelling, she forcefully uncurled herself from her tight ball, a groan passing her lips. She had slept late last night, and it didn't help that she was on dawn patrol. Eyes creaking open, her pupils dilated in the sun that filtered into the warriors den.
Lifting her head with an effort, she glared with malice at her awaker, Maplestream. Thinking better of herself, she sighed. "I don't mean it, thanks for waking me in time." Swinging herself to her paws, she padded cautiously outside to meet the sun, that cast a hazy glow across the landscape. Dew still clung to grass tendrils, dampening her paws as she brushed over it towards Russetclaw.
"Morning" She meowed lightly, flicking her tail with greeting. Her eyes scanned the clearing for another body she knew she was supposed to be joining on dawn patrol, but she couldn't find him. Frowning she shot a questioning look at Russetclaw, before something prodded her from behind. Whirling, she came face to face with Bramblesoul.
Codeword: Walk with Starclan
Age: 19 Moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: she-cat
Appearance:
Browns and greys dapple her body, merging into one swirling colour of light brown, that seems to shift in the light., and hide the tough muscles that liy beneath. Her eyes stand out against that shade, as a pallid green. Her paws are pockets of white, breaking off abruptly for the brown to shroud the rest of her legs. But that same white appears again to blanket her chest and belly.
She has an average build, if slightly on the agile side. But that masks the wirey muscles she likes to keep in shape. Her claws she only bothers sharpening if there is a battle approaching, so they, at normal times, are quite average.
Picture:
Personality:
Her eyes hold steady and confident, as she is content with the world around her. But don't take her as all time gentle, and especially make no judgement of her being weak. Though she has a soft side, where her tail ceases to lash, and her voice is welcoming and soft, if you irritated or anger her, she is quick to reply.
In battle, she is a formiddable opponent, being viscous and mercyless, the red cloud of rage shrouding her. She is fiercly loyal, putting her life on the line for her clan.
She loves to watch kits play, well, don't most she-cats? And she is quick to socialise with the rest of Windclan. But with other clan cats, you may notice she guards herself somewhat. Patience depends on her mood at the time, though she doesn't rush into descisions, and thinks things through.... usually.
History:
Her past isn't tinted with many disasters, though she has experienced her fair share of death.
//Kithood\\
She born born into a litter of three, both her parents also being born in Windclan. But times were difficult, and greencough took her brother Brackenkit. Being young, and hardly knowing him, that barely scathed her. And as the moons went on, her and her sister Birchkit grew ever closer, helped by the fact that there was no other kits to play with at the time. Until they were five moons, and another litter was born from her mothers friend: Cindersoul.
//Apprenticeship\\
Cedarpaw trained hard as an apprentice, the opposite to Birchpaw who seemed to not care less if she knew how to hunt or not. Birchpaw seemed to spend more of her time flirting with her young mentor, Coalheart, than learning anything. This seemed to make Cedarpaws blood boil, and she through herself into training with the deputy. Many times she would ask for extra fighting sessions.
//Warrior\\
By the time Cedarpaw was eleven moons old, it was clear there was nothing left to be taught, so she spent a moon trying to help her sister along with encouragement, and sharing what she knew. Until she was named Cedarsoul, and had more responcibilities.
It was on one fateful day, when a band of rogues attacked, that Cedarpelt experienced grief like nothing before. Her father, Manicstripe, had already retired as an elder, but her mother was battling on, growing ver frail. When the time came to fight the rogues, she didn't stand a chance.
Cedarsoul fought to try and get closer to Birchpaw, now 13 moons old and still an apprentice. But another compacted rogue bawled her over just in time, and Birchpaw went down yowling.
Cedarsoul did, in time recover from her loss with the help of a close friend: Maplestream.
ICC:
Dreams faded into darkness, voices breaking off until the echos spun around Cedarsouls mind, then stopped. Muscles rebelling, she forcefully uncurled herself from her tight ball, a groan passing her lips. She had slept late last night, and it didn't help that she was on dawn patrol. Eyes creaking open, her pupils dilated in the sun that filtered into the warriors den.
Lifting her head with an effort, she glared with malice at her awaker, Maplestream. Thinking better of herself, she sighed. "I don't mean it, thanks for waking me in time." Swinging herself to her paws, she padded cautiously outside to meet the sun, that cast a hazy glow across the landscape. Dew still clung to grass tendrils, dampening her paws as she brushed over it towards Russetclaw.
"Morning" She meowed lightly, flicking her tail with greeting. Her eyes scanned the clearing for another body she knew she was supposed to be joining on dawn patrol, but she couldn't find him. Frowning she shot a questioning look at Russetclaw, before something prodded her from behind. Whirling, she came face to face with Bramblesoul.
Codeword: Walk with Starclan
