Post by Lady Stripey on Dec 5, 2008 0:05:13 GMT -5
Name: Bluefang
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunderclan
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RP ex: {it's not this character but this is one of my most recent posts}
you pray your dreams will leave you here,,
codeword: polarbear
Age: 13 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Thunderclan
Picture:
Personality:
Bluefang is a very fierce cat. Her loyalty to her clan is completely unquestionalbe. She is the most devoted cat you could ever find. Her wits are just as strong. She rarely acts n impulse, preffering to think things out and plan. She has the mind of a much older, wise beyond her years as her mother would say. Her warrior name, well the suffix at least {fang} comes from her hunting skills. She's a superb hunter, even as an apprentice it came almost naturally to her. Very rarely does she miss any prey that she's stalking. Her fierocity also applies to her ways of loving. She would die for whoever her mate may come to be, as well as her clan and family, without a second thought. She knows that she must protect what she loves because no one else will. Whenever she sets her mind on something she will not give up until she accomplishes it. Like her father she is head strong.
Description:
This feline is very small in size, slender if you will. Her frame makes her appear much younger than others, she is often times mistaken for a new apprentice even though she's now a warrior. Her body holds lean muscles so she doesn't look bulky but obviously has some strength from all of her traning. Her paws like the rest of her are small, making it easier for her to be silent when stalking prey than if she had large, clumsy paws. Her claws are of normal length but seem to be slightly more hooked at the end, another feature that aids her hunting skills. Her tail is slightly longer than a usual cat' might be but that is the only odd thing about it. Overall she is an average, yet somehow bautiful cat. Her ears are pointed at the ends and her eyes, a golden hue, are usuallyvery round, as if pleading innocence. Her pelt is where she get the first part of her name, Blue. Her pelt is a gray blue coloring that sometimes seems to sparkle in the sun. Her fur is sleek and short, making it easy for her to stay cool during greenleaf but also making her colder than her clanmates during leafbare.
History:
She was born into Thunderclan just like any other kit. Her mother's name was Dovefeather and her father's Ashclaw. Her father was the one to name her, Bluekit because her pelt resembled his sister's blue-gray fur, Bluefrost had been her name. Ashclaw had always taken a special interest in his daughter, more so than her sister, Cloudkit. She never understood why but she was happy to accept his love and affection as well as her mother's. For the most part her mother treated the two kits equally, loving them both like any normal queen would. Her father of course loved Cloudkit too but Bluekit was the favorite. When they became apprentices, Bluepaw was chosen to be her father's apprentice. She had swelled with pride at such a thought, knowing he would teach her well. Her sister, Cloudpaw, was jealous of course but rarely showed it. Instead she tried to become the best of the best, her mentor was the clan's deputy of that time, Firestep. Bluepaw grew a little closer to her sister once they were free from the nursery and their parent's constent watch, Cloudpaw was even a bit less jealous because her mentor was the deputy. During her training it became obvious that she had hunting skills that far exceeded her age while her sister was a better fighter than she. This is how she earned her warrior name, Bluefang, while her sister was called Cloudbelly. Her father died in battle, fighting beside her soon after. They had been in awar against Riverclan and when her father died she learned much. Oh yes she mourned for him but she learned much about herself. She's become one of the most loyal cats in all of Thunderclan and is often chosen for hunting patrols. She had already recieved one apprentice but he died soon with a bout of greencough.
RP ex: {it's not this character but this is one of my most recent posts}
you pray your dreams will leave you here,,
He was surprised when she twined her tail with his but oddly enough he liked it. Her pelt was warm and soft against his, in a way it was like she was comforting him just as much as he was her. She didn't quite look like Bluethistle, and her personality was different as well, but for some reason it seemed that Flowerpetal reminded him of his old mate. But why? There was nothing that connected the two she-cats. They were such different warriors...yet he couldn't supress something, some odd emotion that was rising up inside of his chest. He didn't know what it was, or why it linked these two. Suddenly, realization struck him, slamming him hard in his face like a brick. He was falling for this she-cat. But no, he didn't want that! Did he? He wasn't sure.
His ears pricked up the the sound of her voice. When she licked his ear he felt warmth spread through his limbs, a small, crooked, smile lighting up his face. The grin felt odd, he wasn't used to such an emotion, not since Bluethistle had left anyways. He was so confused! Did Starclan want him to love again? Or were they waiting to rip someone else from his life like what had happened with Bluethistle and than his poor mother Alderdance. She had died a proud warrior though. She'd been defending her clan. It was the noblest way to die in Lightheart's eyes and this only caused him to have tat much more respect for his dead mother. He sometimes wished he had gotten to know her better but than he was just glad h had let himself know her at all. He was quite good at holding grudges.
He watched her silently, emerald eyes round with curiousity and confusion about his feelings for her. It was only than he noticed that her eyes were the same, bright green as his own. The only difference was what the voids held inside. Each of them had their share of pain but she revealed more than he normally would. He was glad she had trused him enough to tell him about her brother though. In a way he felt quite honored to be let in on such a safe kept secret. "I'm not quite sure actually but surprisingly I feel a lot better than I did earlier." He paused, flashing her another smile, "I'm glad you found me here."
codeword: polarbear
