Post by *~Angel~* on Nov 29, 2008 2:56:53 GMT -5
{{I'm sorry this site isn't letting me do spellcheck. Sorry about the grammar, and spelling. I'm really bad at that. Stupid thing, the other site I'm on is letting me.}}
Name: Amberflower
Age: 34 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Picture: www.freewebs.com/specklestar123/NEWspecklestar1.jpg
Her eyes are suppose to be Amber colored.
Short Description: Beautiful golden tabby she-cat w/ amber brown eyes.
Description: Amberflower is a young beautiful golden tabby she-cat with wide amber eyes. She has streaks of white, and brown in her short haired pelt. She has a nice orange/pink nose, and beautiful elogent body. Amberflower is also long-legged, with medium size ears. Her tail is long and slim, like most WindClan cats. Her worst scars are across her shoulder and flanks. Except for one really nasty one which runs down her chest.
Personality: Amberflower is a strict, serious she-cat. She belives in fighting for whats right and helping her Clanmates to the best of her ability. She follows all the rules, unless Blackfire tells her other wise. Yes she listens to him quite a lot, follows him faithfully. However she would never be disloyal to Breezestar or Fickleheart. Amberflower loves her Clanmates, though she doesn't always show that. She can be considered intimidating, and somewhat scary. She has a tendancy to shout and get mad when cats ignore their leader, or when they goof off. She's a hard worker, and always plans ahead. Amberflower well always be there to help a Clanmate, whether it is something important to her or not. She doesn't turn down any cat that needs help, Clanmate or not. Even though she dislikes rogues and the other Clan's she would never turn them away if they were desperate.
History:~KITHOOD~
Amberflower was born to a beautiful honey golden she-cat named Honeysong and a dark brown tabby tom named Hawkeye. She had five other littermates. Though three of them were a different litter, two brothers and a sister. Hawkscreech, Raventalon, Goldenflame. The two other cats that were born with her was her one other brother and a sister. Talonkit and Whisperwind. Sadly though her brother Talonkit didn't make it past his second moon. By the time Amberflower was three moons old she was already trying to prove herself to other cats. She wanted to show them that she could be one of the best ever, not the very best. She was a very practical kit. When she turned five moons though her world fell to pieces. Her father died mysteriously, and her three eldest siblings were slaughtered by rogues. By the time she became an apprentice Amberflower was worried. Not for herself, but for her Clan.~APPRENTICESHIP~
When Amberflower became a warrior her mother was actually her mentor. Honeysong taught Amberflower many things about the warrior code, and it also taught Amberflower to live with the moment. Though her mother was later killed by a sickness when Amberflower was eight moons she will always remember her. After that her mentor was a much different cat. Strangely gentle with her, which she later learned was becuase he loved her. However she turned him down when she became a warrior. She hadn't known wether or not she liked him. So until then she wasn't sure.~WARRIORHOOD~
Amberflower is known as one of the best warriors in her Clan. Many admire her strenght, and her beauty. She is fierce and strong and will always protect her Clan. When she twelve moons and promised to protect and defend her Clan she was being honest. When she was fourteen moons Amberflower was in a nasty fight with a rogue who had tresspassed on WC territory. She eventually one the battle but almost died in the process. This is where she recieved the scar down her chest. She never let it bother her though, even being in the medicine cat den for one whole moon. She put it easily behind her. Amberflower, a wonderful warrior, even grew to become a gentle mother. She had three beautiful kits with her mate Blackfire. She was twenty-five, now thirty-four. Her kits are all grown and she loves watching them grow.
Roleplaying Ex:
Tonight the air moved quietly, the leaves moving gentle in the breeze. Quickly a golden tabby cat moved, her amber eyes flitting back and forth. She was hunting, her body moving quietly across the open moorland. The she-cat's ears were pricked, her jaw open to taste the air around her. Though the world around her seemed daunting she moved with a purpose. She knew where she was, where she was going. Nothing was going to stop her.
"ThunderClan?" The she-cat meowed in confusion her steps faultering. The golden brown tabby whipped her head around, her amber eyes narrowing in concentration. Indeed it was the scent of another Clan...on WindClan territory. "How dare they!" The she-cat turned her body as quickly as she could, then she bolted down the open grass. It took the lithe she-cat no time at all to reach the inturder, a wiry black she-cat.
It was without warning that the beautiful she-cat leapt, her amber eyes wide. No sound passed as she soured toward the intruder, not even the wind was disterbed.
Codeword: PolarBear
Name: Venompaw
Age: 9 moons
Rank: apprentice
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Picture: www.blackkittenrecords.com/immagini/luna2.jpg
Short-Description: Wiry black tom w/ light blue eyes and a white sock on his left front paw.
Description: Venompaw is a wiry black tom with light blue eyes. He has a nice build and is already developing the strong muscles in his legs to run fast. He has a long slim black tail and his left front paw, to about the middle of his leg is completely white. He is somewhat smaller than normal, but still seems somewhat daunting. His only scar is one that runs across his right eye.
Personality: Venompaw was once known as a sweet, kind hearted tomcat. He was shy, and always gentle to everyone. Especially his family. However as he's gotton older his personality has completely altered. He's cruel, rude and sarcastic. He starts fights, never listens and is always getting himself into trouble. No one understands his odd mood changes, sometimes he is still kind. Yet its getting fewer and fewer, usually he's found hiding or simply away from everyone. He hates crowds, and especially hates being around older cats. Venompaw is always making rude crude remarks or being harshly blunt. He seems to no longer care about others emotions or their well beings. He's sinking. Though Venompaw is this way his mind is slowly falling apart. He hates what is happening to him, and can't explain any of it. He loves his Clan very much yet he finds himself hurting them in so many ways.
History:~KITHOOD~
Venompaw was born in WindClan to Amberflower and Blackfire on a warm night. He's got two other littermates, named Snakepaw and Flypaw. As a young kit Venompaw was known as a respectful young tom. Many thought he would someday become someone great. However when he soon reached his fourth moon things started to go downhill. He became very quiet, sercretive. More emotional and more annoyed with crowds. When he later hit his fifth moon cats were beginning to worry about Venompaw. He was hardly talking anymore, and when he did speak it was something rude or strange. Then Venompaw turned six moons and everything fell apart.~APPRENTICESHIP~
When Venompaw was apprentice many hoped this would help him gain back his sweet nature. It only made things more difficult and worse. He became unbearable to others. Of course cats still talk to him, but he became so rude. At seven moons everything out of his mouth was sacrastic, rude or harshly blunt. He was always in a bad mood, always on the edge. By the time he hit his eighth moon he looked like he would attack at any moment. A dog ready to leap forward to tear out another's throat. Venompaw was even worse than before, he was becoming cruel. Starting fights left and right, ignoring orders from everyone. Secluding himself from everything. Now at nine moons it seems he will only sink farther into this mysterious darkness.
Roleplaying Ex:
~Tonight I strike, my Venom seeping into your heart~ Your paw freezing to the everlasting earth~
Pain, so much pain! Why? What's wrong with me? The pain was overwhelming, hot white. Throbbing as it struck over and over again. What was wrong with him, was his mind leaving him? Becoming nothing but the air around him. Was he dying?
"What's wrong with you?" Flypaw snapped, her amber eyes widening in annoyance. Quickly she took a step back her eyes accuzing. Her brother only merely looked up, his lighter blue eyes dull with nothing but pain. He seemed more distant then usual.
Never....never....I will never hurt you.....no! "Oh so she speaks?" Venompaw snarled his blue eyes narrowed in barely surpressed anger. His body was tense, twitching every so often. "What happened? Dog got your tongue?" Flypaw jerked back, her eyes filling with unhappiness.
"Your so different now....what happened Venompaw?" Flypaw moaned her voice softening. She looked at Venompaw in that way again, like she pittied him. You don't understand. No one ever understands the pain!
"Why would I tell you?" Venompaw spat, pain twisting his heart. He was on his paws quickly, claws unshealthed. "You'll never understand anything! NEVER!" Venompaw leapt a screech of fury escaping his open maw.
"Wait!" Flypaw yelped jerking back in utter surprise. It was to late Venompaw was already ontop of his sister, digging his thorn sharp claws into her flesh. He dropped his whole weight, a distorted snarl rumbling in his chest. "Venompaw!"
"Brother stop it!" A black flash was the only warning he had that Snakepaw was coming. Quickly he shifted his body so that Flypaw was in a looser grip, but if Snakepaw leapt at him he was at an advantage. "Venompaw stop!" He flung himself but he'd misjudge the distance, the mere shift of Venompaw's body. As soon as he crashed into him he shifted back which caused only pain to Flypaw rather than him.
"NOOOO!" Flypaw shreiked her voice high pitched. She struggled harder, her hind paws trying desperatly to dig into his soft belly fur. Venompaw felt alive again excitement and pleasure rippling through his entire body. He dropped his teeth locating his sister's soft throat. She screamed again, panic making her body tremble. Every movement could be felt, every agonized shift in her body.
"You'll never understand," He whispered, his voice honey coated. Sweet, gentle just like he use to be. Then he bit, hot sticky blood filled his mouth. It was amazing, the struggling that increased underneath him. The fear scent that hung tantilizingly in the air. The way the world felt around him.
Codeword: PolarBear
Name: Snakepaw
Age: 9 moons
Rank: apprentice
Gender: Tom
Clan: WindClan
Picture: www.lequoiacats.com/images/F5.black9wks.3.jpg
Short Description: Wiry black tom w/ dark blue eyes and a sock on his right front paw.
Description: Snakepaw is a wiry black tom with light blue eyes. He has a nice big build, with well developing leg muscles. He has a long slim black tail, and his right front paw, to about the middle of his leg, is completely white. He has medium sized ears, which are quite scarred. Though Venompaw and him look a lot alike he's a little smaller. But more stocky, more muscle.
Personality:Snakepaw is a very perverted, hyper tomcat. He loves to makes jokes and is always doing something that is a little unappropraite. Of course he loves the she-cats, already. He takes after his father that way. He's also very protective of Venompaw and his sister. He loves his family very much. He's always found doing something funny or stupid. He doesn't always follows the rules. Usually Snakepaw is cleaning out the elders den because he went on another rule breaking expedition. However, unlike Venompaw he is very kind. He's very aware of others feelings, and is always considerate of them. Unless its something disgusting or perverted. He loves being popular, and of course loves getting any attention. Wether good or bad.
History:~KITHOOD~
Snakepaw was born in WindClan to a beautiful she-cat named Amberflower and a tomcat named Blackfire. He currently has two other siblings, Flypaw and Venompaw. Though he knows his mother and father will probably have more kits soon. From the time Snakepaw was three moons on he's been known as the clown. He was always wondering away, getting into trouble with his partner in crime Flypaw. At that time Venompaw was a goody goody. As he got older Snakepaw got closer to Venompaw...well tried. He was worried about him. When he was five moons Snakepaw became desperate. Always joking, and trying to make his brother smile. In time the two seemed to actually grow closer. Though Venompaw was beginning to seclude himself from the world. By the time he was six moons Snakepaw felt as if something bad was going to happen.~APPRENTICESHIP~
At six moons Snakepaw recieved his apprentice name. Like most he hoped this would be a turn around for his brother. He wanted him to change back to what he once was. When Snakepaw was seven moons however he gave up. He still stays close to his brother, and defends him with his life. Snakepaw is losing confidence now though, at nine moons. He's afraid nothing will be able to help his brother. That no matter what, Venompaw will either live with WindClan.....or die without them. Snakepaw is now afraid that Venompaw is going to sign his own exile with WindClan, or his own exacution.
Roleplaying Ex:
Snakepaw felt horror cloud his mind, his limbs froze, he could no longer move. "Venompaw stop!" He whispered, his eyes wide. Flypaw....think about Flypaw! But he still couldn't move. Here he was watching as his brother tore open their sisters throat. "Oh Venompaw...."
"Venompaw I said stop!" Suddenly Amberflower was there, her bigger sturdier body bowling Venompaw off his sister. She didn't bother to watch what was happening after that. She was licking Flypaw roughly, her amber eyes filled with worry. "Flypaw?"
"Venompaw!" Snakepaw hissed moving finally. He was watching his mother up until he'd noticed that Venompaw was raising his paw. As if to strike their own mother, he froze his ice blue eyes wide with dismay.
"I....didn't." Venompaw chocked on his own words, his blue eyes dulling into that strange look he always wore. As if in pain...unless. No Snakepaw wouldn't think about that, he was going to go see if Flypaw was OK.
Codeword: PolarBear
Name: Flypaw
Age: 9 moons
Rank: apprentice
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Picture: www.mycatishot.com/images/wmwallpapers/Calico-Cat-1.jpeg
Short Description: Tiny tortoiseshell she-cat w/ beautiful amber eyes
Description: Flypaw is a beautiful white she-cat with a lovely dappled coat. She has magnificent amber eyes, which are almond shaped. Set in a nice triangular face. She has a long slim tail, and a wiry build to her body. Flypaw has a cute pink button nose, and cute large ears. She is a quite beautiful she-cat, though some of the scars seem to scar off nonwild cats. Her worse scar is located on her neck, fresh and pink. Very obvious.
Personality: Flypaw is a shy, sweet she-cat. She loves to spend time with her family, and is usually at the edge of groups. She doesn't always join in, because of her shy nature. Though she is well liked in her Clan. Even though Flypaw is very shy she is extremely bright. She learns fast, listens well, and always thinks about others before herself. Flypaw is worried about her brother of course, but she is also worried about her Clan. The rogue problem threatens them all, and though Flypaw thinks of herself as a coward she would do anything for her Clan. She is very afraid of rogues, and of getting hurt. However she is truly a brave cat. For arn't those who leap into battle though they are scared the true brave ones?
History:~KITHOOD~
Flypaw was born in WindClan to a beautiful golden she-cat named Amberflower and a black tom named Blackfire. She has two other littlermates, her two brothers Venompaw and Snakepaw. Though she is the only female in the group she was very close to her brothers. Not always doing everything with them, but she was much more like a boy. A true tomboy in other words. Sadly though as Venompaw grew apart from their family at four moons, her brother Snakepaw became distant with her. By the time she was five moons he was more interested in caring for Venompaw. Though she feels Venompaw desearves it much more than she, she cannot help but feel abanded. She has many problems with being lonely. By the time she finally became six moons she was hoping to show her family that she could break the atachments.~APPRENTICESHIP~
Sadly though when she turned eight moons she learned she could not distance herself from her family. Problems arose, and she became very insicure. It was during that time that she became very tired, and her temper rose and fell. During the full moon when she turned nine moons her brother attacked her. Leaving her almost dead, with her first scar.
Roleplaying Ex:
"Venompaw no!" she screeched, her voice rising in pitch. Her mind was fogging, fading away. The pressure in her throat growing. Is this how its going to end? "V-e-n-o-m-p-a-w..... s-t-o-p!" Pain, so much pain. It was overwhelming, nothing could stop it. Her vision clouded, hot sticky blood welled up in her mouth. Chocking, nothing could stop it.
"Venompaw I said stop!" Amberflower snarled, her voice far away. Suddenly the weight was lifted from Flypaw's body. But the blood kept coming. Why wasn't it stopping?!"Flypaw!"
"mommy," She groaned, her voice gurgling. It hurt to speak, to move. Her world going black. This was the end, no more. Nothing. "Mommy,"
Codeword: PolarBear
