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Post by xx; Mystic on Jun 17, 2008 14:02:22 GMT -5
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Needed xx; Leader Deputy
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Post by Sunny on Jun 29, 2008 17:22:47 GMT -5
~Name: Lunareclipse ~Age: 30 Moons ~Gender: She-cat ~Clan: RiverClan ~Rank: Deputy ~Pic: ~Description: Build: Lunareclipse is a smaller cat. She never became her full size, she stopped growing when she was an early apprentice. All of her features are smaller, especially her ears. Lunareclipse's hearing isn't effected by how small her ears are, but they do offset the rest of her look. Unlike her ears, her tail is a little too long for her body, almost as long. This gives her an unbalance look. Coat/Fur: Lunareclipse has short fur, but it is very thick. The thickness gives her pelt a certain smoothness, and silk like feeling. Unlike most short haired cats Lunareclipse sheds a lot in the summer because of how thick her coat. Lunareclipse is a tri-color cat, but not with the usual colors. Instead of black, orange, and white, her coat is chocolate brown, with a few light orange spots and flecks of white. Her fur colors make her the most suited to hunt in the fall with the multicolored leaves on the ground. Most of her body is brown, all but three of her legs and the bottom of her face have the chocolate brown color. Face: Lunareclipse is one of those cats with a very pretty face. With chocolate brown fur covering almost all of the top of her face and circling her eyes, a creamy white covering the bottom, and a few orange flecks. Her small round ears give her almost a dainty look. Lunareclipse has intense dark teal eyes, that draw in the look of any cat. ~Personality: In Camp: Lunareclipse is one that fallows very closely to the warrior code, and is not afraid to punish any cat. She will also give credit where credit is do, she will not reward a cat unless she sees it's fit to. Lunareclipse does not like to sit around camp and let things pass her by, if there is something that needs to be done she will get it done. Lunareclipse is always on her apprentices in or out of camp. She is always making sure that they have something to do. Even though she has become Deputy she is no longer snobby, she sees herself the same as any other cat. Out Of Camp: Lunareclipse doesn't seem like the type of cat who would ever be one to joke around, or have fun, but she can be. Lunareclipse does not make friends easily but if she does, she is will to have a laugh or two with them, if no one else is around. Lunareclipse does not like to show any weakness, and she believes that having fun could weaken her image. Lunareclipse is a very confident in everything she does. As a Mentor: Lunareclipse is the mentor every apprentice dreads of getting, unless they are an apprentice who is will to work really hard. Lunareclipse will take the time to make her apprentice the best Warrior they can be. Most of Lunareclipse's apprentices become skilled fighters, because that is Lunareclipse's forte. Many apprentices might become frustrated that their mentor will not tell them that they did a good job, or gave them a pat on the back every time they caught a mouse, but Lunareclipse doesn't mind. While most her apprentices don't like her when they're training, they thank her later on for the training she gave them. ~History: Memorable Kin: Owltalon-Deputy of Riverclan Kit: Lunarkit was always trying to be the best at everything, and was really snobby. Lunarkit thought she was better then every other kit in the clan because her grandfather had been the Deputy. Lunarkit wouldn't play with anyone because she thought of them as lesser beings to her. The only thing she might play were fighting games, where she wouldn't stop playing till she won, or made the other kits quit. Lunarkit spent most of her time with her brother, Flyingkit. Flying kit is the one who convinced Lunarkit that she was better than any other kit besides him of course. Lunarkit was actually very shy and soft spoken before her brother got to her. Flyingkit was very bossy and a very big bully to not only Lunarkit but every kit. From Flyingkit, Lunarkit developed a very protective, girl thingy, and aggressive nature. Apprentice: Lunarpaw kept her snobbiness from Kit to Apprentice. She carried her same arrogance, and could care less about what her mentor could say. From all the play fighting Lunarpaw had done in her kithood, she amazed her mentor. Lunarpaw took everything she knew about fighting and applied it to hunting. It took her awhile but she developed her own hunting style that she considered perfect. Lunarpaw was scolded many times for not listening, but she still did things her own way. Close to the end of the apprenticeship Lunarpaw became a little less arrogant, and did start to listen more closely, after all she did want to be the best warrior the clan had ever seen. Instead of complaining about how everything was beneath her, she did everything she was asked without one smart remark back. Warrior: Lunareclipse had finally made it to the position that she dreamed had always wanted, but as soon as she got there she wanted more. Lunareclipse had become too greedy, she did everything she could to try and impress the leader at the time, Brookstar. She knew most cats did not feel that Brookstar believes on Twilightclan were right, but Lunareclipse was with Brookstar all the way. Lunareclipse spent her warrior life being the warrior she could be. Her greediness helped her become the warrior she might have never been without it. When Lunareclipse became a warrior she understood that she wasn't better then every other cat, and she finally pushed aside what her brother had convinced her to think since she was a kit. ~IC: Shade looked into her emerald eyes they were beautiful things, all eyes were, that's what he always noticed first eyes. Like everyone thinks cats do have a sixth sense, being able to read peoples emotions. As he looked into her emerald eyes though he didn't feel like he needed to. "It's not as bad as having your body and your DNA changed though," suddenly he felt angry and lashed out at Anima, "I bet nothing you have been through is half as bad as what I've been through. Being put in an awful place, where you're starved, beaten, and experimented on. Being given to these strange and awful people by your very own mother. I can't remember anything that was good, they took it away. They made me run mazes like a rat, gave me shots with cat DNA in it, that made me feel sick, and awful. Being put in a cage, when I was human, being treated like an animal, when I was human. Worst of all I was to weak to fight back, and to little and young to understand what was going on," Shade was just venting now, he just had to tell her all of it. "Not remembering your name, having a collar with a tag and experiment number, not being able to sleep because of all the cries of pain around me," Shade finished. He was shaking with anger now, mad at himself and at his past. He needed to learn how to control his anger, but he couldn't. ~Codeword: Twilight
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Post by lightningpaw on Jul 2, 2008 10:21:41 GMT -5
~Name: Dodgestar ~Age: 3 years, 36 moons ~Gender: She-cat ~Clan: RiverClan ~Rank: Leader ~Pic: ~Appearance: Dodgestar is a large she-cat to the extent of massive, but she is not fat nor intimidating. In fact, her large size comes from her breeding for both of her parents are large. She has a welcoming air around her, and even looks friendly. Her pelt is predoinantly grey and is short, compact, thick and yet soft to the touch. Her legs, tip of her tail and face are the only part of her body marked for black stripes have appeared, adding a whole new look to the cat. She has a wise face, from which stare two glassy, light green eyes. Her eyes can be the best sign of her emotion, followed closely by her long and thin tail. Her ears are slightly large, and her legs make up most of her height, but this seems to give the cat some kind of odd elegance as she paces meaningfully yet softly. ~Personality: Dodgestar is a friendly and trustworthy cat who spends a lot of time thinking what is best for the clan. She is the type to keep a close eye on members and numbers, as well as food supplies. A practical cat, she is nealy always on her feet doing somethin and only sleeps a little. Despite this her mood is almost constantly good, though she can get defensive if she thinks something is going to effect the clan negatively. She is rather level-headed, and doesn't always jump to the worst conclusion or the best. She tends to think things out before doing them, to save the problems of negativity caused by what the clan may or may not have done. Dodgestar loves kits, and would love to have her own, though she is determined to find the right male first. If she were to have the kits of a male she then came to hate she would hate herself for the kits having to grow up without their father's influence. When a she-cat has kits in the clan, she always goes to offer help. She is thinking that one year she will take on an apprentice of her own, but has never got around to it yet. Still, the idea is there, and she only has to act upon it. She can be incredibly patient, but you are advised not to push it. ~History: Dodgestar is a born and raised clan cat, and she's proud of such. Her parents came from different clans- her mother a riverclan cat yet her father of the thunderclan- and their names were Quickclaw and Burnclaw. None of them were ever very high in the rankings, though they were a well-known pair, because they didn't have the get-up-and-go thing going needed for such ranks. When they decided to have kits it as sudden, it happened without a second thought, the mating occured and the kits, their beautiful kits were born. One of these kits was Dodgekit. The parents were proud of the litter, so proud, and the clan was so happy for the pair. Each kit was beautiful, and it was obvious that they would be well brought up by the respectable partnership known by everyone in the clan. They had been involved in helping bring up several other litters, and in the majority's opinion they'd waited long enough for their turn to come around. Of course, some weren't so happy. One of these cats was Bitemark, who despised her parent's mateship, mainly because he was the same clan as Quickclaw and he had liked her for a long time. Still, they were forced to accept the kits were around, but tended to shun them. Sadly, not every litter can be perfect, and when they were young illness struck the clan. It was during this illness that 3 or the 5 kits died, leaving only Dodgekit and Wanderkit alive. It was a hard blow on what should have been a happy family of 7. However, because they had survived and there were only 2 of them, they were given more attention to shape them into perfect clan cats. Dodgekit, who newxt became Dodgepaw, had her apprenticeship with her mothers friend, Gashface, called such because of the gash on the side of her face which had never healed properly. Gashface was an experienced mentor, and made the most of the newest apprentice, knowing it would be her last. Still, she put her all into training the youngster. It was probably this that killed Gashface, who had been old and shouldn't really have taken on an apprentice. She had put all her time and effort into the cat, neither realising that it would eventually finish her off. She sadly passed to the starclan the day that Dodgepaw, who then became Dodgeclaw, was initiated as a warrior. Over the years Dodgeclaw has tried hard to please the other clan cats, and to show herself responsible and trustworthy enough for one of the higher ranks. Every time she has had the oppurtunity to do something which would benefit the clan, she has. Now, in the clans hour of need, she hopes to raise to leader, becoming Dodgestar, and help the clan recover from the hurricane. ~IC: Dodgestar sat in the clearing, waiting patiently for the clan. It was important to check numbers, but also to ensure that nobody was injured or ill without the knowledge of the meddicat and her apprentice. She was large yet friendly looking, predominantly grey with short, thick, compact hairs which felt luxuriously soft to the touch. Her glassy light green eyes glinted in the light and tassel lay flat on the floor. As she sat, she thought. Maybe next year she'd have kits of her own, or take on an apprentice. Maybe, as every year so far, she would not think to do so until it was to late. She sighed- how forgetful she could be, especially when it was so important to her to have a paw in the upbringing of the clan's kits. She was growing bored, but did not complain, and started to clean her face with her paw, then put her paw back on the floor and sighed again. It was only then that she looked up t see Aspenpool and smiled. At last, a clan member. Aspenpool was the meddicat of the clan, and therefore important. She padded over. "Hello, Aspenpool, and could you tell me how the young apprentice is taking to the trade?" she questioned. ~Codeword: Twilight
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Post by ♥.:: a s p e n ::.♥ on Jul 2, 2008 12:29:01 GMT -5
name xx;Aspenpool gender xx;She-cat clan xx;RiverClan rank xx;Medicine Cat description xx;Aspenpool is probably the smallest mature cat in the Clan, even tinier than an apprentice. Her structure is short, tiny, and slender, while her pelt is short-haired, glossy, and soft, with white-and-tortoiseshell fur. Light-brown and tan splotches dapple her pure-white pelt, covering her muzzle, ears, forehead, tail, and hindquarters. A shade of faded tan curls over the fingers of her tiny, delicate paws, though not completely covering it, and spreads out across the back side. Her pads are a strange blossom-pink, and soft as cream, as is her nose. Unlike the rest of her body, her ears and whiskers are enormous, and her tail is long and graceful, always tending to curl to one side or the other when sitting idle. Her eyes are very peculiar; extremely crystal-clear, as in to express innocence and purity, and a strange shade of leaf-green. Dark and light avocado speckles travel around in the middle of her iris. A long, slim, fur-less pink scar runs from the top of her left ear, splitting it in half, across her left eye, and all the way down to the end of her chin; a result from a kithood attack. picture xx;personality xx;Aspenpool is calm, quiet, shy, gentle, patient, and compassionate, in general. She can tend to be selfish or stubborn at moments, though it doesn't happen too often. Her generosity is great, but not continuous. Compassion for her patients and Clanmates is her first priority, according to her, as a medicine cat, so she treats each cat with kindness and warmth. She also doesn't mind being bossed around or controlled, and barely notices it, but also despises it in herself since she can't resist. When meeting other cats, she is blind to the evil in them, until she finally realizes it, or when it's too late. Since her voice is extremely small (and high-pitched), she had never raised her voice in her life. There may have been a time or two; if so, she can't remember it, not matter how hard she thinks. Her responsibility and softness is also a good trait for a medicine cat. history xx;Nothing was more important to me than RiverClan the moment I was born. Right then and there I knew I wanted to be a loyal warrior, a respected cat, possibly become deputy and leader. I knew I would do whatever was in my power to make RiverClan happy, strong, and thriving. Never did I realize that I was never destined to be anything but a medicine cat. My mother was Ivywing, a beautiful she-cat that had the same crystal-green eyes as me, and the same tininess. Snaketooth was my father, who had given me my pelt and my personality. They were loving, loyal, and responsible. I loved them so much, as much as I loved my sister, Mousekit, and my brother, Brackenkit. They were all kind, and caring. We were just a normal family in RiverClan, nothing too important, but greatly liked. By the time it was almost time for me to receive my apprentice name, I had visited the medicine den at least once a day. Not because I always got hurt and in trouble; but because the scents, the sounds, and comfortableness of the den was so luring. I was drawn to it, never able to resist temptation. So I began to help around, learning about a few select herbs as I watched the medicine cat, Poolbird, treat her patients. I was so envious. I wanted to be that kind, respected, and helpful, to be appreciated and trusted and... thanked. Right at that moment, I knew I wanted to become a medicine cat. It didn't take a cat with a mind to tell that I was supposed to be one in the first place. I was too shy to request Poolbird's apprenticeship, but when it was time they made me medicine cat apprentice anyway. I was so amazed, and so happy! Poolbird brought me out to the forest immediately, showing me the different places that were best for collecting herbs. I was eager to learn, and studied hard, always paying attention. Memorizing the herbs was easy, but I was more keen on using them on the other patients. What if I was using it wrong? I was always more cautious than ever whenever treating others, and Poolbird began to tell me to just believe in myself. And I did. Several moons passed. My sister and brother, Mousepaw and Brackenpaw, where already warriors. Now they went by Mousewhisker and Brackenfoot. And I was still Aspenpaw. I still had much to learn about StarClan and interpreting omens, signs, and dreams. Though I was patient, I was eager to receive my medicine cat name. Without Poolbird dieing, that is. But it never happened that way. Even more moons later, I was still Aspenpaw. I had learned a lot, and almost completed my training. Now I just needed more experience as a medicine cat before I had full rights. But things were lurking in the forest, and we began to slow down, since the danger was too great. We could only go into the forest for a certain amount of time with a senior warrior escorting us. Poolbird always told the leader that we don't need to be protected, but she always objected. It was only a week later, right when we came back from collecting herbs by the river, that they came. " Foxes!" a scrawny apprentice shrieked in terror. Everyone began to bustle around, warriors getting battle ready, the elders and queens shepherding their kits toward the safest den in camp. We rushed to our den for safety, and to hide and prepare as many herbs as we could get to before the foxes barged in and destroyed everything. We had already gotten at least three fourths of the herbs before were heard a snuffling sound just outside. Poolbird's pelt stiffened beside mine. And it all happened in less than a heartbeat. The foxes thrashed inside, their teeth bared in hunger and fury. They lunged for me first, thinking I was a kit from my miniature frame, but Poolbird shoved them aside before they laid a paw on me. She fought them ruthlessly, risking her life for mine. " Run, Aspenpaw! Ru-" she cried, but was cut off as a fox bit her throat. Her blue eyes immediately glazed over, her body frozen in its position, then went limp. Horror passed over me as I realized what they had done to my beloved mentor. " P-Poolbird? Poolbird!" I inched forward, trying to touch my mentor, to shake her awake, convincing myself too much that she wasn't dead. But the hunger in the fox's eyes were too much, and he lunged at me, toppling me over with his unbearable weight. I screamed, and struggled to fight back, but his paws pinned mine to the ground, and I was helpless. Claws flashed in front of my face, and I stung everywhere. I saw red beginning to boil in front of my eyes, and heard shrieks of terror and agony. Before I knew it, black waves were lapping over my vision, swallowing me in its deep depths. I was enveloped in darkness, and faded away from reality. It wasn't until two days later that I finally woke up. Another cat that knew a little about herbs had been caring for me, and I thanked her with the deepest gratitude. But something was wrong. I couldn't hear, or see, from my left side at all. Panic began to flood my chest, clear in my green eyes. The she-cat's voice was full of pain and sympathy as she led me to a clear pool of water and suggested I take a look at myself. I had almost passed away again when I saw what I ahd become. My left ear was completely torn, split in half by that vicious fox. It ran down my left eye, and though it was wide open, a white line was cut right in the center of the iris. The pink scar ended at the tip of my chin, past my left cheek. What a terrifying image I had become! Tears began to form, and I limped back to camp, crying for myself. But more importantly, for my mentor. As if I didn't already have enough to bear. After a moment of silence, the she-cat also reported to me that my only sister, Mousewhisker, and my parents, Ivywing and Snaketooth, had died in battle. Brackenfoot had also disappeared in the midst of the fight. Things began to shatter. I fell into a deep depression, and didn't bother to go to Clan meetings, or even receive my medicine cat name. My whole family was gone, and my best friend. What else was I to do? Several days later I finally lifted myself to my paws and traveled to the Moonstone. There I became Aspenpool, named after Poolbird, and I finally began to do my medicine cat duties with responsibility. I began to talk to other cats again, and everything turned back to normal for me. Now, I am happy and satisfied. Every cat has their bad times, but mine is over now. I wait eagerly for each new day, wondering what is to be in store for me. And I owe my family, RiverClan, my whole life for guiding me through my tough times. ic xx;Nothing stirred as the ominous dark of night began to envelope the thick forest. Crystal-clear green eyes flashed in the shadows as paws skidded the ground in a frenzy of hurry. Night's coming. Night's coming. Aspenpool's breath came in uneven, ragged gasps as she tripped and sprinted across the uneven ground, completely aware of the increasingly-black sky. Her heart began to beat wildly, faster and faster, as second by second ticked by slowly. Each minute seemed like a moon, yet she wasn't getting anywhere. It was as if she were running around in circles, always happening upon the same area. Where am I? What is this place? A malevolent cackling rose up in the distance, prickling her tortoiseshell fur violently. "StarClan, help me!" Aspenpool pleaded as she bumped into tree after tree. Sores and bruises began to take form on her flank and legs, making her stagger and more vulnerable than ever. By now the moon was high in the sky, casting dead rays of gray down onto the dark forest. Dust swirled in its path, and various kinds of bugs and snakes slithered along in its dim dapples, infesting the ground and destroying the plants. Clouds swirled along the pitch-black atmosphere, overlapping the barren stars and eliminating all hope of StarClan ever arriving. Her eyes widened larger and larger, until they were two huge saucers, ready to shatter from fear and exhaustion. StarClan... StarClan, don't leave me... don't leave us... The cackling grew closer and closer, louder and louder, until it was altogether deafening. Aspenpool strained her ears against her head, grimacing and flinching, but continued to stagger along the forest, wasting her energy and going no where. She jumped and tripped over her feet, falling down straight onto her sweat-dampened face, as something suddenly rustled in the thick shrubs beside here. "Come here, Aspenpool. Come..." a chilling, honey-filled voice echoed against the trees, ringing in her ears and clouding her thoughts until they became a strange mix of words that were impossible to make out. She scrambled clumsily to her paws, swaying dizzily as she took an shaky, unsteady step toward the rustling shrub. "Yes... right here..." She took another staggering step, her ears slowly retracting from their tense position. The voice was so delicate, so sweet, yet so chilling. It was hard to resist. She took her last pawstep, now directly beside the shrub. It abruptly stopped rustling, and the forest obtained its silent ritual again. Suddenly, in the blink of an eye, an old, gray, bony Twoleg hands shot out lightning-fast from the heart of the shrub. Its fingers were spread out, as if trying to reach for something just out of its grasp, and clamped itself tightly around Aspenpool's neck. She gasped breathlessly as her throat abruptly closed, eliminating any hope of breathing. Her chin slowly tilted up in her unimaginable fear, the icy coldness of the hand gripping around her spirit, and dragging it slowly from her body... "Aspenpool? Aspenpool! Wake up!" a terrified voice squealed deafeningly right against her ear. Her eyes flower open immediately, not bothering to squint against the intent golden rays of the sun. Large beads of sweat dappled against every part of her body, and her breaths were coming unevenly, and in huge gasps, as if she were holding her breath for countless moons and finally allowed to breath. Enormous amber eyes gazed at her as she slowly lifted herself to her paws, her legs shaking violently. "Were you dreaming? Cause you were all shaking, and sweating, and crying, and whimpering, and then suddenly you stopped breathing, so I got scared..." Aspenpool smiled reassuringly as she swept her tan tail up to cover the kitten's mouth. "Don't worry, young one. It's nothing. By the way, is Dawnstar awake?" The kitten blinked in confusion. "Of course!" she squealed in excitement. "It's waaaay past sunhigh. She's probably in her den." Aspenpool nodded, then swept around gracefully and exited the den. "Hey, where're you going?" the she-kit cried as she scrambled desperately after Aspenpool. "To speak with Dodgestar. It's important, so wait outside," she replied quietly in a serious tone. The kitten's eyes dimmed, but she padded off in the opposite direction and plopped down by the entrance of the medicine den. Aspenpool smiled softly at her, and ducked down into the leader's den. codeword xx;Twilight other xx;Aspenpool is blind and deaf on her left side. And sorry; the picture doesn't really fit the description. T.T
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Post by xx; Mystic on Jul 2, 2008 16:27:47 GMT -5
love it =)
xx; accepted [by mystic] all you need is frozen to accept you
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Post by ♥.:: a s p e n ::.♥ on Jul 2, 2008 17:06:45 GMT -5
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Post by Frozen on Jul 2, 2008 17:32:05 GMT -5
Great, that is a way of writing a history that I have not seen before so was interesting to read. Accepted
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Post by lightningpaw on Jul 3, 2008 6:32:08 GMT -5
finished!
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Post by xx; Mystic on Jul 3, 2008 9:19:43 GMT -5
Dodgestar // I really like it, but theres on part in the History. When it says that the calsn were happy and accepted the kits, since teh aprents were from different calsn, there must ahve been some hardship. Did one parent leave their home clan, were there certain cats who didn't accept the kits?
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Post by xx; Mystic on Jul 3, 2008 9:49:03 GMT -5
much better =D
xx; accepted [by mystic] as long as Frozen agrees you're allset
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Post by xxRobinNESS on Jul 3, 2008 9:57:32 GMT -5
Name: Robinwhisper Age: 30 moons Gender: she-cat Clan:RiverClan Rank:Deputy Quick Description: a small red she-cat with amber eyes Picture(url):www.flickr.com/photos/elkay724/1202053297/ Appearance (written): Robinwhisper bears a small frame, and on that frame hangs not much muscle mass and a sleek, red pelt. It has tints of lighter shades, hues, and colors around, but the core color is indeed red. She is an average looking cat, but the most striking thing about her appearance is her passionate amber eyes. They dance with happiness most of the time, but sometimes they flare up with fiery anger and the heat of the energy of all her warrior anscestors combined. Some even say of her eyes that they can bore a hole in your very inner being. Robinwhisper's tail is very long and slender. It is very attractive and helps her in her balance while hunting and fighting. She, like the cat steryotype, always lands on her feet and won't even dare let any cat see her stumble or fall. Her pelt is always groomed well and she makes sure she is always in spot-on shape. Personality: Robinwhisper is proud, yet humble. She is a purger, with the utmost respect for her warrior anscestors yet she wants every cat to know that she, in turn, is also to be respected. She never deals an unfair hand, and, although, some young cats may think otherwise, she always does what is right and will benefit the future of her Clan. She is focused, dedicated, and faithful to the warrior code. She is constantly correcting the apprentices and teaching them to live strictly and solely by the warrior code. Some might say she is uptight and overbearing, but it doesn't matter to her. She believes as long as she is doing something right or beneficial, then they should learn to be more like her instead of disrespecting their anscestors and other cats. She loves her Clan and, once someone gets to know her, she can be one of the most laidback, humorous, and pleasant cats to be around. History: Robinkit was born, fortunately, in mid green-leaf and was the runt of the litter of three- which consisted of herself and her two brothers, Forestkit and Nightkit. Although she was the smallest, she didn't let her brothers push her around and they had many a play-fight in that nursery. But, one sinister, dark day, one of these said fights were interrupted by a hawk, swooping down and snatching the largest of the trio, Nightkit. He was squawling and mewing, but no one could do anything except watch and cry for the kit, who was to be apprenticed the next day along with his siblings. That very night, Forestkit, Robinkit, and Croweye (their mother), sat vigil for the young one. Croweye was devastated, especially since she had been out hunting when the unfortunate even occurred. Forestpaw, like his mother, began wasting away out of depression and soon became offended by Robinpaw's seemingly lack of mourning at the lost tom. Fed up with the attitudes of Robinpaw and the rest of the Clan, Croweye and Forestpaw left, becoming rogues. Robinpaw missed them, but refused to let that last long and, after the period of sadness digressed, she resented ever missing them in the first place. A few weeks into her apprenticeship, she completely forgot them and moved on to another thought... her father. Since queens weren't required to reveal the father of their litter, Croweye said nothing. One day, as she neared the end of her apprenticeship, her mentor told her one statement she would never forget; "you remind me so much of your mother..." And then... Then she knew that her mentor, Falconmask, was her father. She felt it in her bones and asked him nothing of it. The next moon she was given her warrior name, Robinwhisper, which referred to her size, lack of unhappiness even during the most depressing event, and her pelt's color. After the leader of ShadowClan began to notice her total dedication and loyalty, she gave her the position of deputy. Robinwhisper was totally surprised, yet felt honored and thankful to have been given the high ranking. She would never forget the pride in Falconmask's amber eyes as she was bestowed the name of deputy. IC:"I've got to get to WindClan... They've taken Firstar!" Robinwhisper rushed out of camp towards their border with WindClan. "Hey! What are you doing on our territory, you RiverClan trash!?" She was startled by Creekstep pouncing from the brush yet she did not show it. She jumped at him and yowled loud enough to bring Hazardstar out of the camp. "Get off, Creekstep, so we can negotiate this peacefully." Robinwhisper sat on the damp riverbank and glared at Hazardstar. "Oh, that's rich, Hazardstar! Peace? WindClan? Those two words just don't seem to mix." Creekstep began to growl, deep, from his throat. Hazardstar silenced him with a flick of her tail and made two steps- making her close enough to Robinwhisper's face to smell the breath being emitted from her nose. "You, little worm, are spoiled and deserve to be drowned in the river..." began the leader, pausing for breath, "but I will not resort to such... methods. If you convince Firstar to hand over the bit of land behind your brook, then I will release her." Hazardstar commanded Creekstep to stay behind as a guard on the border and led the deputy into camp, where she saw Firstar, trapped in the midst of many WindClan cats, who were cruelly taunting her. "HELP, ROBINWHIS-" Robinwhisper's eyes, for once in her life, died. The colors in them... just faded. They weren't passionate and fiery. The thought of Firstar, dead, and her last word, well, ALMOST being Robinwhisper, just didn't register. She didn't want to accept it. But she knew she had to. She'd be leader soon. Codewords:chocolate, twilight
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Post by xx; Mystic on Jul 3, 2008 10:03:16 GMT -5
looks good. One quick thing, at the end of the history it says the "sahdowCLan" leader, just change it to RiverClan =)
I'm going to wait for Sunny to fnish hers and Frozen and I will decide who gets the postion =) If you have any question, feel free to PM me
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Post by ♥.:: a s p e n ::.♥ on Jul 3, 2008 13:28:02 GMT -5
Squee! -jumps up and down- Thank yuus! -huggles Frozen and Mystic- ;D
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Post by .:a.l.o.u.e.t.t.e:. on Jul 5, 2008 12:51:18 GMT -5
Name: Granitestar Gender: Male Clan: RiverClan Rank: Leader Description: By no means is Granitestar a small cat. He stands a head higher than most, being usually explained as a ‘massive’ being. Due to his life of living outdoors and fighting for a meal, he hasn’t retained any kit-fat, or blubber of any sort. Instead, he is simply a mass of muscle. Although far from being a sheer brute, he is more lithely muscled than many would give him credit for. Despite the fact that his build is sleek, rather than mountainously muscular, he isn’t one to be downsized in battle. For, the leader has agility beyond belief and wit beyond his years. Being a large feline has given him lengthy appendages which help him on his native ground. A quick swimmer and a brilliant warrior, Granitestar is a match for any feline in the forest. His fur has given him his surname, ‘Granite’, due to it’s shading of deep gray. The peltage on Granitestar is thick enough to keep him warm in the winter, but light enough to not allow overheating during green-leaf. Like most RiverClan cats, he is not a longhaired creature. Expressive eyes of a pale celery green are his dominant feature on his body. They tend to give away his moods more often than he likes. Although a male cat, he is generally described as being quite handsome. Large and well built, he is not one to mess around with. Unmarked by shades of white or darker gray, Granitestar is a pale charcoal in coloring. Pic: Personality: Determined: Granitestar is no quitter, and there aren’t any exceptions about that. He’s driven by the members of his Clan for the best in life. In a slightly stubborn way, Granitestar refuses to give up at any moment. He’s persistent in his needs, and does result to physical force if the needs aren’t met. He’s the leader of a proud Clan, and isn’t afraid to show them off. Young: Youth is on the side of this charismatic leader. He has ascended the leadership of RiverClan at a far younger age than many of his predecessors. Although his experience may lack, he has the makings of a great head of the affluent RiverClan. With sheer imagination and open-mindedness, he is able to make friends in even the least likely of places. Intelligent & Persuasive: Granitestar is a cat of great intelligence. Although he doesn’t gloat this, he performs greatly under pressure. With his cool, and collected attitude, he often appears quite paitent to his warriors. A bit on the manipulative side, Granitestar can talk his way out of anything, which comes in handy when you’re expected to be diplomatic in all situations. Ambitious: There is a darker side to the pale gray tom. Although he never likes to admit it, he has ambitions for expanding his territory. His clan comes first, of course. And because of the lack of prey in his turf, expanding the boarders into other clan territory might be the only way to feed many hungry mouths. Although he doesn’t feel as though it’s necessary to take it by force, if negotiations fail, than it may be necessary. Natural Leader: With a commanding presence, Granitestar is hard to ignore. He has that natural calmness about him that seems to ease an entire clearing. Reassuring and physically powerful, he is hard to doubt and easy to fall in love with. Quick Witted: As stated before, Granitestar is intelligent. He has his way with words and can control himself easily. Thinking on the spot has come in handy to him multiple times. He is a quick thinker in battle and can command his troops in the thick of it. No matter how tough the situation, Granitestar keeps the morale high. Brave & Bold: Granitestar isn’t afraid to ask for anything. With a knack for persuasion, he uses this to his advantage. Taking risks for the good of his clan is something he sees worthwhile. He is a leader, not a follower after all. He, like his Clan, seeks his roots back to water. Unlike stone, he is not rooted to the ground, but carves his own path like water in times of danger. Stern: A tough mentor, he chooses obedience over favor. If someone doesn’t listen to him the first time, than he thinks it useless to restate his opinion. Often with a grave look on his face, apprentices and kits fear him, although this is unnecessary. Hidden Softness: Although Granitestar will never admit it, he has a great soft spot for kits and young apprentices. He sees himself in most of them, and would love to play with them, perhaps even have a few of his own. But, the stern leader knows that losing respect would be bad for his reputation. And he chooses to keep it pristine. History: Kithood: Granitestar was a RiverClan cat from the start. He was born in the first few cool mornings of new-leaf, with a small sister and two brothers that matched his size. His father was a warrior within the Clan, and was called Reedclaw, his mother was a young queen by the name of Whisperwing. Their relationship was one for the ages, but Reedclaw kept his distance from the kits, for whatever reason. This trait was inherited by Granitestar, then Granitekit. His two brothers were Bonekit and Sleetkit, and his young sister was called Silverkit. Although he got along with his brothers just fine, Granitekit found his little Silverkit to be better company. When he was still in his kithood, his father was taken to StarClan when a fox attacked the nursery. Reedclaw died defending his mate and his kits. Apprenticeship: When Granitekit reached six moons of age, along with his three siblings, he was called by the leader, Bookstar before the clan. The four kits were then given their mentors and new names. Granitekit became Granitepaw and trained beneath the stern warrior Tigerstrike. The young tom feared and respected his brutal mentor greatly, and trained beside him every moment he could. Although Granitepaw idolized Tigerstrike, he didn’t want to be cruel as the dark tabby. Instead, he trained himself to be stern instead of brutal. For months, Granitepaw tried hard to impress the dark warrior, but to no avail. To his own surprise, and pleasure, Tigerstrike chose him to accompany him and another apprentice and warrior to the ThunderClan border. There, he fought his first territory battle. And the night after, his apprentice skills were assessed. It was time for Granitepaw to become a warrior. Warriorhood: A few days after his battle with ThunderClan, Granitepaw became Graniteclaw, and passed the warrior test before any of his brothers and sister. It was a sad day for him to move into the warrior den after his vigil. For, he knew that it would be some time before any of his siblings joined him. It was then when he befriended an especially pretty she-cat called Dawncloud. Although she was a few moons older than him, he perused his relationship with the older warrior. Despite the fact that she often denied him any affection further than friendship, she stayed a close friend of his. The pair was quite inseparable for some time, and often hunted together. Brookstar, on the other hand, saw it as a distraction for the promising young warrior. She stepped in and diverted Grainteclaw’s attention back to the clan, despite his protests. The leader had plans for the young cat. A band of rouges had recently invaded the territory of the RiverClan cats, and food was scarce already. Brookstar organized parties to search for these elusive creatures, but tracking them down was difficult. During one stormy night, the nursery was pillaged and three kits were taken hostage. All belonging to Graniteclaw’s sister, Silverpool. Enraged, he quickly organized a small band of warriors, consisting of Dawncloud, Tigerstrike, and his young apprentice Tundrapaw, he headed out into the dead of night without the biddings of the leader, or her elderly deputy. The young tom viscously attacked the intruders, and brought the kits to safety. Although the battle was reckless and long, he was able to retreat with the kits in tow. As soon as they arrived back at the camp, he realized that Dawncloud was missing. Terrorized, the tom rushed out into the night alone to find his beloved struggling at the claws of a great black tom. In a flash, he attacked the rouge, killing him after a long and tiresome fight. Then, he returned to camp with the wounded Dawncloud. Brookstar was not happy with Graniteclaw, and scolded him like a kit. Although she was secretly pleased with his success, she regarded it as reckless and naïve. But, the brave actions of the young tom did not go unrewarded. Several moons later, the elderly tom that served as Brookstar’s deputy, retired to the elders den. Around that same time, Tundrapaw became a warrior and Dawncloud announced her pregnancy. It was then when Brookstar named her new deputy, Graniteclaw. He saw this as a great honor and took to it happily. But all did not go well. During the birthing of their kits, Dawncloud had issues. This resulted in a stillborn kit, and three surviving ones. But, too much blood was lost in the birth, and Dawncloud passed onto StarClan. Graniteclaw grieved for moons over his lost love. He saw to it than another queen took in his kits, and nursed them to health. Shortly after Dawncloud died, Brookstar lost her last life while fighting a fever sickness. Then, he was to travel to the Moonstone and receive his nine lives. Graniteclaw had become Granitestar. IC: Delicate pawsteps littered the boarder between ThunderClan terra and RiverClan turf. They gingerly walked the line of being a tresspasser, and just a mere boarder watch. But the paws that moved to this rythm only had the count of four, and only one being walked the rivalry line. Despite the fact that she wasn't 'Clanborn', the lithe apprentice knew well of the strong reek of bad blood in the RiverClan and ThunderClan cats. But, her usual nonchalant ways had lead her a ways away from her safe camp and into the real world. Or what she thought was the real world. You see, Leopardpaw didn't exactly enjoy the fact that she was obliged to follow orders from everyone. Sure, having a bossy mentor wouldn't be bad, but when you were the lowest of the low, then it got annoying having to hunt for those who couldn't hunt for themselves. It also was a thorn in her side that most of her peers were males that tended to look down upon her feminine form. Young huntress breathed in deeply before plunging into the unknown terra. The moisture in the air was undeniable, and the damp ground beneath her paws muffled her trot as she moved swiftly though the small part of the forest belonging to RiverClan. The soft coo of pigeons enticed her ears as she moved with grace beyond her years. Perhaps it came from being the daughter of a rouge, that still evaded the clans eyes. Or perhaps, she was just naturally talented that way. Her unusually spotted fur blended it with her surroundings, the dappled shade on long grasses. Although she was an unusual silver tone, she still was well hidden from they eyes of others. Leopardpaw was usualy the ring leader of trouble when she needed to be. The little creature had a knack for being able to ruffle just about anyone's fur. Although, her mentor was prooving harder than most, the little vix knew that they would crack sooner or later. She inhaled the soft wind, the soft, cool smell of the river tickling her whiskers as she moved silently through the undergrowth. And then, it hit her. A chorous, or part of one rather, of singsong words practically sent her wheeling backwards. Instead of bounding away like a frightened kit, the young she-cat seated herself, watching from a fox lengths distance in the shadow of a great oak, as a rather noisy young tom bounded over a large tuft of grass. As he finished his cresendo, a smirk cracked upon the features of the she-cat. The ThunderClan apprentice chuckled dryly to herself, the end of her tail twitching with amusment. Long, slender legs did not move from her seated position though. Whomever this was, he was no threat to her. This being because he was the same age as her, obviously, and with little more training. Leopardpaw licked her shoulder and meowed, "I doubt the birds really enjoyed your preformance. I mean, they just think you're going to eat them. I, on the otherhand, found it to be quite....comical." Leopardpaw wasn't exactly the fuzziest of peaches, no, she was more of a prickly pair. An impending demeanor with a twinge of sweetness deep inside. "King, you say? Huh, I never heard of an apprentice becoming some sort of Clan leader. Do tell me how you achieved the title of 'Prince'." Codeword: Chocolate/Twilight
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Post by Frozen on Jul 6, 2008 11:21:32 GMT -5
A lot of bios... Wait just a while longer you guys.. -PMs Mystic-
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