Post by ~Moonflower~ on Oct 17, 2008 21:08:27 GMT -5
Name: Breezestar
Gender: Female
Clan: WindClan
Age: 45 moons
Rank: Leader
Description: Breezestar's fur is long, longer than most cats. The color is dark gray, almost like a rain cloud. The only exception is her paws and a stripe that runs down her back. Her paws are white. The stripe along Breezestar's back is pure black, and runs all the way down her tail to the very tip. Breezestar's face looks almost squished because she has a very flat face. She has long whiskers and green eyes. Her ears are very tall, and they are almost always pointed straight up towards StarClan. The tail is the average length and width, but because of he long fur, Breezestar's tail looks very big width-wise. Her claws are petite and short, but very sharp. Last of all, she had a long scar running down the back of her rear left leg.
Personality: Breezestar is very friendly and always has been. She is slightly impatient and easily frustrated, but she is always able to move on. She is facinated by the world, and has been curious since she was a kit. She is very agile, and loves the feeling of the wind in her face as she runs around. One of Breezestar's major pet peeves is disorganization. Everything has to be perfect. To her, everyone should be in a certain spot at a certain time, and if they aren't she gets really mad. Don't be lying about looking lazy, and Breezestar won't snap at you. Overall, Breezestar is a really nice person to be with and talk to.
History: Breezekit was born a full-blood WindClan cat. Her mother and father loved her very much, and spoiled her to death, even if it meant that they starved themselves. Breezekit had no siblings, and was used to lots of attention. When she didn't get it, she through a big tantrum.
However, when she became Breezepaw, her tantrums became less and less. Her want for attention slipped, and she worked hard with her mentor, Hailfur. She learned the ways of a warrior, and respected the warrior code. Being little "miss perfect", she never ever wanted to break the rules, and despised those who did. Because she always wanted to be doing something, she was hardly ever in the apprentice den except for when she was sleeping. She hardly ever made any friends, but she lived through it.
Breezepaw was so excited when she was finally chosen to be a warrior. She was given the name Breezepelt at the age of 14 moons. After she was finally settled as a warrior, she finally made more friends. She became more popular around the clan. It wasn't surprising that she was chosen as deputy at around this time.
Soon the WindClan leader died of a bad case of greencough, and Breezestar took the "throne". She has been the proud leader of WindClan for about 5 moons now, and has proved herself time and time again. Although, still new to being leader, Breezestar is confident in every decision she has made yet.
IC/ Roleplaying Example:
[glow=indigo,2,300]Breezestar[/glow]
The leader opened her eyes slowly. Dark green pupils stared out from the cat. Breezestar got up, and rushed out of the den. It was so unusual to be in there, even though it had been five moons since the first time she slept in there. Breezestar wandered out of the clearing and through the entrance. She nodded hello to the cat standing guard at the opening, and slithered out into the night.
The moon shone high in the sky. It was almost full, almost time for the gathering. Memories flowed through her mind like a river. Her first gathering had been rather scary, meeting all the big cats. She had met all the other clans, learning from each conversation. Her first gathering as a warrior, she had felt proud as her name was called as a new warrior. She had felt extremely happy at the time when she was called as deputy for the other cats to learn. Finally, she had been nervous as she had called herself the new leader of WindClan. Many had looked surprised or suspicious of her, but now she had learned to ignore the stares.
Water lapped at her paws, and Breezestar looked down surprised. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed she had come to the lake. Oh well, Breezestar thought. She took a small drink, then laid down at the shore, pondering the world.
CodeWord: Polarbear
Other: None
Gender: Female
Clan: WindClan
Age: 45 moons
Rank: Leader
Description: Breezestar's fur is long, longer than most cats. The color is dark gray, almost like a rain cloud. The only exception is her paws and a stripe that runs down her back. Her paws are white. The stripe along Breezestar's back is pure black, and runs all the way down her tail to the very tip. Breezestar's face looks almost squished because she has a very flat face. She has long whiskers and green eyes. Her ears are very tall, and they are almost always pointed straight up towards StarClan. The tail is the average length and width, but because of he long fur, Breezestar's tail looks very big width-wise. Her claws are petite and short, but very sharp. Last of all, she had a long scar running down the back of her rear left leg.
Personality: Breezestar is very friendly and always has been. She is slightly impatient and easily frustrated, but she is always able to move on. She is facinated by the world, and has been curious since she was a kit. She is very agile, and loves the feeling of the wind in her face as she runs around. One of Breezestar's major pet peeves is disorganization. Everything has to be perfect. To her, everyone should be in a certain spot at a certain time, and if they aren't she gets really mad. Don't be lying about looking lazy, and Breezestar won't snap at you. Overall, Breezestar is a really nice person to be with and talk to.
History: Breezekit was born a full-blood WindClan cat. Her mother and father loved her very much, and spoiled her to death, even if it meant that they starved themselves. Breezekit had no siblings, and was used to lots of attention. When she didn't get it, she through a big tantrum.
However, when she became Breezepaw, her tantrums became less and less. Her want for attention slipped, and she worked hard with her mentor, Hailfur. She learned the ways of a warrior, and respected the warrior code. Being little "miss perfect", she never ever wanted to break the rules, and despised those who did. Because she always wanted to be doing something, she was hardly ever in the apprentice den except for when she was sleeping. She hardly ever made any friends, but she lived through it.
Breezepaw was so excited when she was finally chosen to be a warrior. She was given the name Breezepelt at the age of 14 moons. After she was finally settled as a warrior, she finally made more friends. She became more popular around the clan. It wasn't surprising that she was chosen as deputy at around this time.
Soon the WindClan leader died of a bad case of greencough, and Breezestar took the "throne". She has been the proud leader of WindClan for about 5 moons now, and has proved herself time and time again. Although, still new to being leader, Breezestar is confident in every decision she has made yet.
IC/ Roleplaying Example:
[glow=indigo,2,300]Breezestar[/glow]
The leader opened her eyes slowly. Dark green pupils stared out from the cat. Breezestar got up, and rushed out of the den. It was so unusual to be in there, even though it had been five moons since the first time she slept in there. Breezestar wandered out of the clearing and through the entrance. She nodded hello to the cat standing guard at the opening, and slithered out into the night.
The moon shone high in the sky. It was almost full, almost time for the gathering. Memories flowed through her mind like a river. Her first gathering had been rather scary, meeting all the big cats. She had met all the other clans, learning from each conversation. Her first gathering as a warrior, she had felt proud as her name was called as a new warrior. She had felt extremely happy at the time when she was called as deputy for the other cats to learn. Finally, she had been nervous as she had called herself the new leader of WindClan. Many had looked surprised or suspicious of her, but now she had learned to ignore the stares.
Water lapped at her paws, and Breezestar looked down surprised. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts that she hadn't noticed she had come to the lake. Oh well, Breezestar thought. She took a small drink, then laid down at the shore, pondering the world.
CodeWord: Polarbear
Other: None
