Post by ♰Fickle♰ on Nov 3, 2008 0:22:07 GMT -5
Name: Hollyreign
Age: 70 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Elder/Prisoner
She-cat
Short Description: A once pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with glazed over yellow eyes who is often sedated and quite insane.
Description: Hollyreign was once a very pretty she-cat but after moons of not really caring for herself she has lost any luster of her former life. Her pelt, which is white, black and orange, is dull and hangs from her body. She is very thin, as she does not eat unless she is forced to. Her eyes are always either glazed over, filled with grief, or glinting with insanity. She has a very terrible odor around her and she does not care for herself at all. Her legs are long, but very weak because she does not walk often. Her claws are dull and very long because she does not trim them on bark or stone. Her teeth are very dark yellow.
Personality: Hollyreign used to be known for her kind heart and her sense of bravery. She has lost that quality now. She is irratible and to put it quite bluntly she is insane. She hates her kit Fickleheart and spends much of her time plotting ways to kill him. The sad thing is that the only reason she hates Fickleheart is because she truly feels that he is an evil spirit that will kill his Clan. (Okay, I have to put this here, I was watching Family Guy while typing this and I put "kill his man" instead of "kill his clan" lol) She loves her clan very much, and fears for each of their lives. Her heart is a cloud of despair, greif and hatred for whom she believes to be the future death of her clan.
History: Hollyreign was born one moon after her mate, Nativebrush. She and him were practically joined at the hip. As kit's they did everything together. They played, slept, and ate together. They were the closest and best of friends within the Clans. During the moon between Hollyreign's apprenticeship both cat's were heartbroken at never being able to really see each other much. When it came to be time for Hollyreign's apprenticement Nativepaw begged his mentor to take her on as well so that they could train together. The leader didn't allow that, but they still were able to train together because their mentor's were siblings. One night Hollyreign rushed out of camp because she and Nativebrush got into an argument. Nativebrush saved her from a fox, and he had his throat torn open. He nearly died, but lived and was going to be made a warrior the next day. He refused to, however, because he wished to sit vigil with Hollyreign. A few moons later they were made warriors, before the ceremony Nativebrush declared his love for Hollyreign in front of the whole clan. (How romantic...) They had a litter of kits four moons later. In all Hollyreign had three batches of kits. (They are: Whippingwind & Batfang(deceased), Tilepelt(deceased), Flinchpaw(deceased), & Kindredspirit, Fickleheart, & Doomkit(deceased) ) When she was giving birth to her youngest kit she saw a bolt of lightning. She found out several moments later that her mate was killed...by getting struck by lightning. Since this is a concept virtually unknown to cats she convinced herself that the lightning was because an evil spirit had entered the world through her kit. She still felt a distant love for him, and she kept him alive with bitter hatred compared to the elder brother Ficklekit. A few days before his apprenticeship however, she lead him into ThunderClan territory and tossed him into the clan camp's ravine where he broke his neck and died. Her other son attacked her and she decided he too was an evil spirit and decided to kill him as well, however the clan cats stopped her before she could. She has been sentenced to live as a prisoner, something that makes her live in bitter resent and greif.
RPG(example):
The lightning lit up the sky and Hollyreign finally gave birth to her last kit. She had had only one before him, but the labor had been particularly hard this time. Still...She found her soft yellow gaze traveling to the helpless bundles of fur at her paws. She smiled to herself, "Welcome to the world...Ficklekit, Lightningkit." She meowed, she thought the name Lightningkit sooted the soft brown tom, for the bolt of lightning that had flashed through the sky at his birth. She liked them both dry, and stared at them lovingly. Suddenly an eerie wailing raised from camp. "Whippingwind!" Hollyreign said in surprise, she watched as the soft pelt of Kindredpaw filled the doorway, she looked terrified, surprised, "Kindredpaw, what's going on?"
Kindredpaw's mouth fluttered open and then she stared at her paws, "Mother...mother father was killed. The...he was hit...hit by..."
"Nativebrush?" Hollyreign felt as if the entire world had crashed violently down around her. Pain so physical to her chest clawed at her so hard that she couldn't breath. She screamed in agony, "Nativebrush, what happened, tell me Kindredpaw! Tell me!"
"The lightning hit him mom." That was Batfang, standing at her shoulder looking shocked, "The lightning...it came down and HIT him, I didn't know it could do that..."
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Name: Whippingwind
Age: 50 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Warrioress
She-cat
Short Description: A pretty pale brown she-cat with very long legs.
Description: Whippingwind is a very pretty pale brown tabby. She is quite fluffy and has very long legs and ears. Her tail is very long and curved as well. Her eyes are a pretty shade of silver. She has an angular face. Her claws are long and hooked at the end. She has black tips on the tops of her ears. She has a scar on her back that curves in a horseshoe shape. Her tail is also tipped with black. Her tail is very fluffy and her chest and paws are white.
Personality: Whippingwind is the quiet and serious type. She is a cat that speaks only when she feels it is necessary and is more into observing cats than taking part in groups. She loves her clan very much, and feels betrayed by her mother who killed her littlest brother. She feels sad that she can't be more a part of her small family. Her heart was once broken when her mate, a tom named Heartsoul passed away when he got lost in a storm. She resents that fact that some cats were afraid she would become like her mother and kill her only kit.
History: Whippingwind was born in WindClan the same day her mate Heartsoul was. She and him were actually enemies from birth. She became a strong rival against the tom and would go as far to say that she hated him sometimes. However that is not at all true. After her warriors ceremony, that she gained before him, she and he found little to fight about. When her father died she went further into the shell that she had built herself. And when her mother killed Doomkit it made her social interaction even less. In a desperate attempt to please her Heartsoul would not leave her alone. He eventually broke through her barriers and the two fell in love. She had a batch of kits only a few moons later. Unfortunately most of them were still born but three. Sadly, two of the three died of greencough later that winter. She grew incredibly attached and protective of her last kit. She refused to let any cats near him at all for awhile. Still, she let him go when he became an apprentice to her mate.
It was only a few days agon that Heartsoul was killed while wandering too close to the horseplace. He was stomped to death when a dog spooked the huge creatures. She has greived with her son.
RPG(example):
This isn't happening... Whippingwind thought desperately, Not Heartsoul... Still it was true, she could see Breezestar was talking to her but the words went over her head. Something about Fogpaw... "Fogpaw?" Whippingwind stood up and ran past Breezestar. She saw him sitting there, staring at his father's body. His eyes were swimming with greif, his dusky gray pelt mingling with Heartsouls. She wrapped her tail around him, and he let out a choked sob and buried his nose into her fur. She stared at Heartsoul's unmoving form and felt a world of greif close around her. She couldn't hear again...
He grinned at her, his soft gray eyes meeting hers. He smiled and plucked a wild flower from the ground, "For you, my lady." Heartsoul meowed. Whippingwind laughed.
"Breezestar'll have your head, if she finds you ripping up herbs willy nilly." meowed Whippingwind. He flicked his ears back a little.
"Oh I doubt that..." He purred. Suddenly Fogpaw bounded in the middle, "Fogpaw, what is up?"
"Mother! Father, look! Look at the rabbit I caught!" He was bounding over to the rabbit, Whippingwind purred...
She stared, that had been merely days agon. Heartsoul would never joke with her again. She felt her throat close as she put her head on top of her kit's. No more soft laughter, or warm kisses. No more soft gray fur to sleep against in the den. No more soft gray eyes, always glowing with so much love. She made a keening noise in her throat, and she put her nose in Heartsoul's the place where his heart had once been beating.
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Name: Fogpaw
Age: 9 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Apprentice
Tom
Short Description: A light gray tabby tom with darker gray stripes.
Description: Fogpaw is a light gray tabby. He has darker gray stripes throughout his pelt. His eyes are a very glowing shade of gold. His fur is usually untidy and a little dirty because of how active he is. He has the lithe build of most WindClan cats. He has a dark gray nose and his muzzle is lighter gray than most of his body. His fur is of medium fluffyness, but his tail is really poofy like his mothers. He is actually fairly short-limbed for most WindClanners. His pelt usually holds a slight sheen to it even when it is dirty.
Personality: Fogpaw is the complete opposite of his mother. This cat could talk a million miles a minute and then some. He has a way of asking questions and loves to brag about himself. He loves to hang around with his friends and he is very curious about the other Clans. He feels a little over protected by his mother and he absolutely hates it when she worries about him. His biggest goal is to become as great a warrior as his father was, and to make his mother smile like Heartsoul used to. He is a cat that cannot deal well on his own and is very very social. He has a great way of encouraging others to try their very best. He is really curious about Hollyreign because his mother never told him what she did. Still, he is not allowed to ever really speak to her but ask if she would like food. Hollyreign doesn't even know he's her grandson. (Probably a good thing considering...)
History: Fogpaw was born in a batch of kits that would have been ten if they had not all been still born but he and his two sisters. One of his sisters was named Foxkit and the other was named Prettykit. He was very protective of his siblings. Especially Prettykit because she could not see well. Still, kit's well be kit's. One night Foxkit and Prettykit snuck out of the den when it was really cold. When they came back they had a chill, and that turned into Whitecough which became Greencough. Unfortunately they both passed away. Fogpaw's mother doted on him harder than he imagined even possible. Still, he became really happy when he got his own father for a mentor. He really looked up to Heartsoul and wanted to be just like him. They were a fairly close family and Whippingwind often followed him during his training. She and his father were both raising him to be a strong warrior. One day Heartsoul left to go hunting and got caught in a storm. Fogpaw was the one who found his body and he was crushed with grief. Still, he is eager to get on with his training. And since his mother seems only more protective of him he wants to get away from her.
RPG(example):
Fogpaw sighed sadly and rolled over in the den. He hadn't been training for awhile yet. Not since Heartsoul had died. Still, he would go training if it wasn't only Whippingwind who wanted to take him. He had TRIED that once. She had flipped out when he asked her to demonstrate one little move on him. One little move and she had started squealing, "It could hurt you, your all I have left!" Fogpaw snorted, what did Kindredspirit and Fickleheart suddenly vanish? And what about Hollyreign? Sure she was always...sedated, but she was still Whippingwind's mom. He suddenly could hear her, calling him. He groaned, "Why won't she just leave me alone!" He muttered angrily. He felt his fur rise on his spine, "I hate being smothered like this!" He meowed.
(((Oh yeah...polarbears...woot!)))
Age: 70 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Elder/Prisoner
She-cat
Short Description: A once pretty tortoiseshell she-cat with glazed over yellow eyes who is often sedated and quite insane.
Description: Hollyreign was once a very pretty she-cat but after moons of not really caring for herself she has lost any luster of her former life. Her pelt, which is white, black and orange, is dull and hangs from her body. She is very thin, as she does not eat unless she is forced to. Her eyes are always either glazed over, filled with grief, or glinting with insanity. She has a very terrible odor around her and she does not care for herself at all. Her legs are long, but very weak because she does not walk often. Her claws are dull and very long because she does not trim them on bark or stone. Her teeth are very dark yellow.
Personality: Hollyreign used to be known for her kind heart and her sense of bravery. She has lost that quality now. She is irratible and to put it quite bluntly she is insane. She hates her kit Fickleheart and spends much of her time plotting ways to kill him. The sad thing is that the only reason she hates Fickleheart is because she truly feels that he is an evil spirit that will kill his Clan. (Okay, I have to put this here, I was watching Family Guy while typing this and I put "kill his man" instead of "kill his clan" lol) She loves her clan very much, and fears for each of their lives. Her heart is a cloud of despair, greif and hatred for whom she believes to be the future death of her clan.
History: Hollyreign was born one moon after her mate, Nativebrush. She and him were practically joined at the hip. As kit's they did everything together. They played, slept, and ate together. They were the closest and best of friends within the Clans. During the moon between Hollyreign's apprenticeship both cat's were heartbroken at never being able to really see each other much. When it came to be time for Hollyreign's apprenticement Nativepaw begged his mentor to take her on as well so that they could train together. The leader didn't allow that, but they still were able to train together because their mentor's were siblings. One night Hollyreign rushed out of camp because she and Nativebrush got into an argument. Nativebrush saved her from a fox, and he had his throat torn open. He nearly died, but lived and was going to be made a warrior the next day. He refused to, however, because he wished to sit vigil with Hollyreign. A few moons later they were made warriors, before the ceremony Nativebrush declared his love for Hollyreign in front of the whole clan. (How romantic...) They had a litter of kits four moons later. In all Hollyreign had three batches of kits. (They are: Whippingwind & Batfang(deceased), Tilepelt(deceased), Flinchpaw(deceased), & Kindredspirit, Fickleheart, & Doomkit(deceased) ) When she was giving birth to her youngest kit she saw a bolt of lightning. She found out several moments later that her mate was killed...by getting struck by lightning. Since this is a concept virtually unknown to cats she convinced herself that the lightning was because an evil spirit had entered the world through her kit. She still felt a distant love for him, and she kept him alive with bitter hatred compared to the elder brother Ficklekit. A few days before his apprenticeship however, she lead him into ThunderClan territory and tossed him into the clan camp's ravine where he broke his neck and died. Her other son attacked her and she decided he too was an evil spirit and decided to kill him as well, however the clan cats stopped her before she could. She has been sentenced to live as a prisoner, something that makes her live in bitter resent and greif.
RPG(example):
The lightning lit up the sky and Hollyreign finally gave birth to her last kit. She had had only one before him, but the labor had been particularly hard this time. Still...She found her soft yellow gaze traveling to the helpless bundles of fur at her paws. She smiled to herself, "Welcome to the world...Ficklekit, Lightningkit." She meowed, she thought the name Lightningkit sooted the soft brown tom, for the bolt of lightning that had flashed through the sky at his birth. She liked them both dry, and stared at them lovingly. Suddenly an eerie wailing raised from camp. "Whippingwind!" Hollyreign said in surprise, she watched as the soft pelt of Kindredpaw filled the doorway, she looked terrified, surprised, "Kindredpaw, what's going on?"
Kindredpaw's mouth fluttered open and then she stared at her paws, "Mother...mother father was killed. The...he was hit...hit by..."
"Nativebrush?" Hollyreign felt as if the entire world had crashed violently down around her. Pain so physical to her chest clawed at her so hard that she couldn't breath. She screamed in agony, "Nativebrush, what happened, tell me Kindredpaw! Tell me!"
"The lightning hit him mom." That was Batfang, standing at her shoulder looking shocked, "The lightning...it came down and HIT him, I didn't know it could do that..."
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Name: Whippingwind
Age: 50 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Warrioress
She-cat
Short Description: A pretty pale brown she-cat with very long legs.
Description: Whippingwind is a very pretty pale brown tabby. She is quite fluffy and has very long legs and ears. Her tail is very long and curved as well. Her eyes are a pretty shade of silver. She has an angular face. Her claws are long and hooked at the end. She has black tips on the tops of her ears. She has a scar on her back that curves in a horseshoe shape. Her tail is also tipped with black. Her tail is very fluffy and her chest and paws are white.
Personality: Whippingwind is the quiet and serious type. She is a cat that speaks only when she feels it is necessary and is more into observing cats than taking part in groups. She loves her clan very much, and feels betrayed by her mother who killed her littlest brother. She feels sad that she can't be more a part of her small family. Her heart was once broken when her mate, a tom named Heartsoul passed away when he got lost in a storm. She resents that fact that some cats were afraid she would become like her mother and kill her only kit.
History: Whippingwind was born in WindClan the same day her mate Heartsoul was. She and him were actually enemies from birth. She became a strong rival against the tom and would go as far to say that she hated him sometimes. However that is not at all true. After her warriors ceremony, that she gained before him, she and he found little to fight about. When her father died she went further into the shell that she had built herself. And when her mother killed Doomkit it made her social interaction even less. In a desperate attempt to please her Heartsoul would not leave her alone. He eventually broke through her barriers and the two fell in love. She had a batch of kits only a few moons later. Unfortunately most of them were still born but three. Sadly, two of the three died of greencough later that winter. She grew incredibly attached and protective of her last kit. She refused to let any cats near him at all for awhile. Still, she let him go when he became an apprentice to her mate.
It was only a few days agon that Heartsoul was killed while wandering too close to the horseplace. He was stomped to death when a dog spooked the huge creatures. She has greived with her son.
RPG(example):
This isn't happening... Whippingwind thought desperately, Not Heartsoul... Still it was true, she could see Breezestar was talking to her but the words went over her head. Something about Fogpaw... "Fogpaw?" Whippingwind stood up and ran past Breezestar. She saw him sitting there, staring at his father's body. His eyes were swimming with greif, his dusky gray pelt mingling with Heartsouls. She wrapped her tail around him, and he let out a choked sob and buried his nose into her fur. She stared at Heartsoul's unmoving form and felt a world of greif close around her. She couldn't hear again...
He grinned at her, his soft gray eyes meeting hers. He smiled and plucked a wild flower from the ground, "For you, my lady." Heartsoul meowed. Whippingwind laughed.
"Breezestar'll have your head, if she finds you ripping up herbs willy nilly." meowed Whippingwind. He flicked his ears back a little.
"Oh I doubt that..." He purred. Suddenly Fogpaw bounded in the middle, "Fogpaw, what is up?"
"Mother! Father, look! Look at the rabbit I caught!" He was bounding over to the rabbit, Whippingwind purred...
She stared, that had been merely days agon. Heartsoul would never joke with her again. She felt her throat close as she put her head on top of her kit's. No more soft laughter, or warm kisses. No more soft gray fur to sleep against in the den. No more soft gray eyes, always glowing with so much love. She made a keening noise in her throat, and she put her nose in Heartsoul's the place where his heart had once been beating.
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Name: Fogpaw
Age: 9 moons
Clan: Wind
Rank: Apprentice
Tom
Short Description: A light gray tabby tom with darker gray stripes.
Description: Fogpaw is a light gray tabby. He has darker gray stripes throughout his pelt. His eyes are a very glowing shade of gold. His fur is usually untidy and a little dirty because of how active he is. He has the lithe build of most WindClan cats. He has a dark gray nose and his muzzle is lighter gray than most of his body. His fur is of medium fluffyness, but his tail is really poofy like his mothers. He is actually fairly short-limbed for most WindClanners. His pelt usually holds a slight sheen to it even when it is dirty.
Personality: Fogpaw is the complete opposite of his mother. This cat could talk a million miles a minute and then some. He has a way of asking questions and loves to brag about himself. He loves to hang around with his friends and he is very curious about the other Clans. He feels a little over protected by his mother and he absolutely hates it when she worries about him. His biggest goal is to become as great a warrior as his father was, and to make his mother smile like Heartsoul used to. He is a cat that cannot deal well on his own and is very very social. He has a great way of encouraging others to try their very best. He is really curious about Hollyreign because his mother never told him what she did. Still, he is not allowed to ever really speak to her but ask if she would like food. Hollyreign doesn't even know he's her grandson. (Probably a good thing considering...)
History: Fogpaw was born in a batch of kits that would have been ten if they had not all been still born but he and his two sisters. One of his sisters was named Foxkit and the other was named Prettykit. He was very protective of his siblings. Especially Prettykit because she could not see well. Still, kit's well be kit's. One night Foxkit and Prettykit snuck out of the den when it was really cold. When they came back they had a chill, and that turned into Whitecough which became Greencough. Unfortunately they both passed away. Fogpaw's mother doted on him harder than he imagined even possible. Still, he became really happy when he got his own father for a mentor. He really looked up to Heartsoul and wanted to be just like him. They were a fairly close family and Whippingwind often followed him during his training. She and his father were both raising him to be a strong warrior. One day Heartsoul left to go hunting and got caught in a storm. Fogpaw was the one who found his body and he was crushed with grief. Still, he is eager to get on with his training. And since his mother seems only more protective of him he wants to get away from her.
RPG(example):
Fogpaw sighed sadly and rolled over in the den. He hadn't been training for awhile yet. Not since Heartsoul had died. Still, he would go training if it wasn't only Whippingwind who wanted to take him. He had TRIED that once. She had flipped out when he asked her to demonstrate one little move on him. One little move and she had started squealing, "It could hurt you, your all I have left!" Fogpaw snorted, what did Kindredspirit and Fickleheart suddenly vanish? And what about Hollyreign? Sure she was always...sedated, but she was still Whippingwind's mom. He suddenly could hear her, calling him. He groaned, "Why won't she just leave me alone!" He muttered angrily. He felt his fur rise on his spine, "I hate being smothered like this!" He meowed.
(((Oh yeah...polarbears...woot!)))
