Post by {{♠Dahlia✈}} on Nov 3, 2008 18:40:51 GMT -5
Name: Flowerpetal
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malta/MalteseCat_148.jpg
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Small, light brown and white tabby she-cat w/ green eyes
Description:
Flowerpetal is a small, light brown and white tabby she-cat. She has beautiful emerald green eyes, sometimes a dark forest green. Though small in size her muscles are well toned, and the scars on her body throw of the innocent look. Her ears arn't nearly as large as her brothers, but she does still have the little tuft of fur above them. Flowerpetal's tail is long and slim, maybe a few inches shorter than Tawnystorm's. Her scars are mostly around her flanks, however she does have a quite nasty one across her chest.
Personality:
Flowerpetal is a kind hearted she-cat who spends most of her time playing with kits. She absolutely loves them, and can't wait to have her own. Though she isn't ready to give up everything about being a warrior. Unlike her brothers her temper is hardly nothing, she never usually gets mad. Unless of course your turn out be disloyal, or your abonding the Clan. Then she gets a little mad. Usually however she's quite an intellagent cat, who thinks about what she's doing before acting or saying. Flowerpetal also loves water of any kind, especially rain. Somtimes, as her brothers joke, it seems she may have been beter off in RiverClan. She is also very talkative, someone is truly hard to shutup. Though she seems to always be in a good mood, she isn't actually always happy. Her past was hard, and it usually weighs her down.
History:
Flowerpetal was born in ShadowClan to a tom named Goldenwings and a she-cat named Puddleheart. She had two other littlermates her brothers, Tawnystorm and Rainstorm. Most of her earlier life was difficult for Flowerpetal. Her father died when she was two moons old, her brother then fell deathly ill only three moons later. She had been sure he was going die, and was in a distraught mood for ages. By the time they were close to becoming warriors she and her siblings had been through quite enough. Their mother was falling ill all the time, so close to death that everyone in Clan began to think she would die every night. Flowerpetal was having more than enough problems with fighting and by the time she got it right her mentor was so exasperated that he didn't even congradulate her. Finally when she'd become 12 moons she hoped that all the tragidy had left them behind. However, the night of their warrior ceremony Flowerpetal and her brothers discovered that Rainstorm's mentor was plotting to kill the Clan. A fight broke out between her two brothers and the mentor, in the end her two brothers were left standing. Out of fear for her brother, Rainstorm, she and Tawnystorm drug the cat into rogue territory. Made it look as if he'd been murderoud there. Everyone in the Clan believed the same thing, they never suspected the miserable Rainstorm and his two loyal siblings. Finally the last tragic event was the time she'd turned 13 moons, her mother finally passed away in her sleep.
Role Playing Example:
The agony that filled Flowerpetal's heart nearly tore her limb from limb. With a roll the she-cat put herself closer to her sleeping brother. He was thrashing again, his body trembling with unknown fears.
"Its OK Rainstorm," She whispered running her tail along his shoulder. Rainstorm twitched, a moan escaping his open maw. His breathing was ragged, something that always happened when he dreamed this dream.
"Strikingclaw," He gasped, pain riddling his voice. Flowerpetal flinched at the sound of his voice. He'd still loved the cat like a father, wanted to pretend Strikingclaw hadn't deserved to die.
"Oh Rainstorm." She whispered tears filling her eyes. How could she help him, how could she make him forget what he'd done.
"Is he dreaming again," A husky voice meowed from beside her. Flowerpetal jerked her head toward her other brother, Tawnystorm. His black pelt was even darker in the Warrior's den, the golden speckles shining almost silver. For a moment Flowerpetal didn't want him to know, seeing as Tawnystorm always got annoyed. Instead she turned to rest her forhead against his, needing the comfort herself.
"Yes," her voice cracked, the tears spilling down her muzzle into her broher's face. "what can we do? How can we make him forget?"
"There's nothing we can do Flowerpetal." Tawnystorm meowed his eyes widening at her pain. For a moment she though he was going to comfort her, but like he always did he pulled away. Putting some space between her and him. "Go back to sleep, he won't remember the dream in the morning. Even if he does he won't talk about it. " With that Tawnystorm curled up, and within minutes his breathing was that of sleep breathing. However, Flowerpetal stayed awake, letting the tears fall as she watched her brother wither in pain.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Other:
Name: Rainstorm
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2215824993_6a4bdf14a6.jpg
(Couldn't make his eyes the right color)
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Dark blue-gray tom w/ stormy gray eyes
Description:
Rainstorm is a big, musuclar blue-gray tom. His paws are also pretty big, which gives him the appearance of being clumsy but he's actually quite graceful. His eyes are round and a stormy gray color. Rainstorm has, like his brother Tawnystorm, large ears with little tufts at the end of them. His tail isn't quit as long as Tawnystorm's, considering the tip was bitten off. His worst scar is one that runs across his left eye and curves down his muzzle.
Personality:
Rainstorm is usually a quiet tom. Though he does have opinions on quite a lot. His normal responses to people are sarcastic and joking. He has strong beliefs and well follow them unless his family or clan gets indangered. So in other words though he is very loyal, he doesn't always think of the Warrior Code first. His temper is nothing compared to his brothers, though isn't something you want to meet first hand.
History:
Rainstorm was born in ShadowClan to a she-cat named Puddleheart and a tomcat named Goldenwings. Two moons after Rainstorm and his two littermates, Flowerpetal and Tawnystorm, were born his father Goldenwing was killed on the Thunderpath. About 3 moons later Rainstorm fell deathly ill with greencough, he nearly lost his life. Though he recovered he'd grown quiet and a little withdrawn. By the time he became an apprentice cats were worried about him. However, their worry was for nothing. He was fine. Sadly though at 12 moons, the night he became a warrior, his mentor Strikingclaw was found plotting with rogues. When discovered Strikingclaw attacked the first cat he saw, Tawnystorm. In his rage Rainstorm leaped onto his mentor and killed him. Sworn to secrecy, now at 20 moons none of the siblings have said a word. They simply let the Clan believe Strikingclaw had left without a trace.
Role Playing Example:
Rainpaw felt dread and pain fill his body. He was frozen his eyes staring emptily at his mentor who had eyes only for the cat he could see. They were mudersouly angry.
"Rainpaw," Flowerpaw moaned backing away her paws slipping in her panic. For a moment Rainpaw didn't hear her, not a sound could reach his ears.
"Traitor!" Tawnypaw yowled his voice echoing in the trees. Rainpaw's eyes widened as the spell was broken, he spun facing his brother in a panicked frenzy.
"Tawnypaw no!" Flowerpaw and him yowled as one. Strikingclaw leaped forward his teeth bared, a snarl ripping from his throat as he collided with the elder apprentice. Tawnypaw was thrown back, Strikingclaw's supior weight, and the suprise of the attack unbalancing him for a terrifying second. However that was the only time Rainpaw needed. In the pause that appeared between the two fighting cats Rainpaw had bounded over, his body colliding painfully with his mentors.
"Rainpaw stay out of this!" Strikingclaw growled, his fur bristling as he realized he was out numbered. Rainpaw snarled at him, aiming his claws for the tomcats throat. Strikingclaw dodged at the last second his eyes widening in surprise as Rainpaw countered with another attack this time aiming for the head.
"Rainpaw!" Flowerpaw yowled in dismay. Rainpaw felt nothing, only the rage eating him away. He was seeing nothing but the red haze that clouded his vision. The bitter metalic tast in on tongue became stronger as he unshealthed his claws.
"You betrayed our Clan!" Rainpaw hissed as his paw connected with his mentors head in a killing blow. Strikingclaw's eyes went from glowing with surprise to nothing in a matter of short seconds. Rainpaw's eyes widened as he stared down at the cat, blood pooling around his paws.
"Rainpaw!" Flowerpaw wailed her screech sending birds flying away in panic. Rainpaw backed away, a strange sobbing noise escaping from somewhere in his chest. He'd killed him, oh Great StarClan he'd killed his own mentor.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Tawnystorm
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
www.swilliamshaw.com/wallpaper/blackcat1024x768.jpg
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Black tom w/ unusual golden speckles
Description:
Tawnystorm is a midnight black tom with odd golden speckles throughout his pelt. His eyes are round and a beautiful navy blue, almost onyx colored. Tawnystorm is a meduim built cat, with a long skinny tail. His ears are quite large with little tuffts at the ends of them. His claws are short but deadly sharp. Tawnystorm has many scars, which are mostly on his flanks and muzzle. His worst scar is one that runs down between his shoulder blades, and shines silver in the moonlight.
Personality:
Tawnystorm is a kind hearted playful tom. He is usually in a happy mood, unless you get on his bad side. Tawnystorm loves his Clanmates with all his heart, and would die for any of them. Even those he doesn't exactly get along with everyone. Though kind, loyal and playful he has a nasty temper that makes him somewhat scary. He can snap at little things sometimes, and when he does he usually sees red. Tawnystorm is truly ashamed of his temper, and he has been working to control it.
History:
Tawnystorm was born in ShadowClan to a she-cat named Puddleheart and a tom named Goldenwing. He had two other litter mates, a sister named Flowerpetal and a brother named Rainstorm. Two months after Tawnystorm and his littermates were born his father was killed in a battle with ThunderClan. It was sadly an accident. His father, being careless had raced across the thunderpath and got hit. His mother was grief stricken and almost lost herself in the pain. However with her last bit of strenght she took care of the three helpless kits. By the time Tawnystorm and his siblings became apprentices his mother decided to join the elders den. She was weary and ready by that time. She'd had her last litter and the pain from losing a mate was still heavy on her shoulders. Tawnystorm was happy for her, and ready to make her proud. However, as a young apprentice Tawnystorm's temper became noticable, and hard to control. His mentor was horrified and tried of course anything that would help him. Over the moons Tawnystorm has learned to keep his temper somewhat under control. Finally at 12 moons Tawnystorm and his siblings earned their place in the clan as Warriors. Now at 20 moons Tawnystorm still struggles to control his temper sometimes, but he gets better every day. And he hopes to get an apprentice soon. Though loyal and true to his Clan, his siblings hold a secret, something that may be revealed.
Role Playing Example:
Rain downpoured, its heart accompained by the lightning that flashed through the sky. Three cats stood side by side. Their dark fur plastered to their body as they fought the rain. The second biggest, a midnight black tom with golden speckles, stepped forward his ears flattened agaisn't the torount of rain. With a barely audible growl he spun to face the other two cats.
"What are we doing out here!" He shouted, shrinking away from the boom of thunder. We're they mad or just stupid? They were going to get greencough out here.
"We have to talk!" Flowerpetal meowed, her body swaying with the rain. She was so odd, she loved the rain. Any water for that matter, just like a RiverClan cat.
"We'll all die before we can say two words." Tawnystorm hissed, clenching his teeth. He was getting chilled to the bone, and he was probably going to get sick. With an angry flick of his tail he motioned for his siblings to begin.
"You know we can't tell anyone what happened right?" Rainstorm meowed, his voice practically drowned out by the storm. huh, your name fits perfectly tonight bro.
"We're here to swear secrecy." Flowerpetal meowed her eyes locking on Tawnystorm's. He was the worst with secrets, but did they really think he'd go around telling this one. "We can't tell anyone. Not matter what!"
"Duh, who do you take me for!" Tawnystorm snapped rage building up. He shook it off quickly though. For some reason attacking his family was something that was oddly easily avoided. "Of course I'll keep the secret." For a moment Tawnystorm wondered if they wouldn't believe him but they both stepped forward, pressing their bodies to his.
"I swear on StarClan that I'll never utter a word." Rainstorm whispered, his gray eyes lifting to the horrondous sky.
"I swear on StarClan too," Flowerpetal meowed trembling for a moment. They both turned to look at him, green and gray on blue. For a moment he felt dread, but then he shook it away raising instead his muzzle to the crying sky.
"I swear on StarClan."
Codeword: Polar Bear
Other:
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
www.sobi.org/photos/Cat/Malta/MalteseCat_148.jpg
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Small, light brown and white tabby she-cat w/ green eyes
Description:
Flowerpetal is a small, light brown and white tabby she-cat. She has beautiful emerald green eyes, sometimes a dark forest green. Though small in size her muscles are well toned, and the scars on her body throw of the innocent look. Her ears arn't nearly as large as her brothers, but she does still have the little tuft of fur above them. Flowerpetal's tail is long and slim, maybe a few inches shorter than Tawnystorm's. Her scars are mostly around her flanks, however she does have a quite nasty one across her chest.
Personality:
Flowerpetal is a kind hearted she-cat who spends most of her time playing with kits. She absolutely loves them, and can't wait to have her own. Though she isn't ready to give up everything about being a warrior. Unlike her brothers her temper is hardly nothing, she never usually gets mad. Unless of course your turn out be disloyal, or your abonding the Clan. Then she gets a little mad. Usually however she's quite an intellagent cat, who thinks about what she's doing before acting or saying. Flowerpetal also loves water of any kind, especially rain. Somtimes, as her brothers joke, it seems she may have been beter off in RiverClan. She is also very talkative, someone is truly hard to shutup. Though she seems to always be in a good mood, she isn't actually always happy. Her past was hard, and it usually weighs her down.
History:
Flowerpetal was born in ShadowClan to a tom named Goldenwings and a she-cat named Puddleheart. She had two other littlermates her brothers, Tawnystorm and Rainstorm. Most of her earlier life was difficult for Flowerpetal. Her father died when she was two moons old, her brother then fell deathly ill only three moons later. She had been sure he was going die, and was in a distraught mood for ages. By the time they were close to becoming warriors she and her siblings had been through quite enough. Their mother was falling ill all the time, so close to death that everyone in Clan began to think she would die every night. Flowerpetal was having more than enough problems with fighting and by the time she got it right her mentor was so exasperated that he didn't even congradulate her. Finally when she'd become 12 moons she hoped that all the tragidy had left them behind. However, the night of their warrior ceremony Flowerpetal and her brothers discovered that Rainstorm's mentor was plotting to kill the Clan. A fight broke out between her two brothers and the mentor, in the end her two brothers were left standing. Out of fear for her brother, Rainstorm, she and Tawnystorm drug the cat into rogue territory. Made it look as if he'd been murderoud there. Everyone in the Clan believed the same thing, they never suspected the miserable Rainstorm and his two loyal siblings. Finally the last tragic event was the time she'd turned 13 moons, her mother finally passed away in her sleep.
Role Playing Example:
The agony that filled Flowerpetal's heart nearly tore her limb from limb. With a roll the she-cat put herself closer to her sleeping brother. He was thrashing again, his body trembling with unknown fears.
"Its OK Rainstorm," She whispered running her tail along his shoulder. Rainstorm twitched, a moan escaping his open maw. His breathing was ragged, something that always happened when he dreamed this dream.
"Strikingclaw," He gasped, pain riddling his voice. Flowerpetal flinched at the sound of his voice. He'd still loved the cat like a father, wanted to pretend Strikingclaw hadn't deserved to die.
"Oh Rainstorm." She whispered tears filling her eyes. How could she help him, how could she make him forget what he'd done.
"Is he dreaming again," A husky voice meowed from beside her. Flowerpetal jerked her head toward her other brother, Tawnystorm. His black pelt was even darker in the Warrior's den, the golden speckles shining almost silver. For a moment Flowerpetal didn't want him to know, seeing as Tawnystorm always got annoyed. Instead she turned to rest her forhead against his, needing the comfort herself.
"Yes," her voice cracked, the tears spilling down her muzzle into her broher's face. "what can we do? How can we make him forget?"
"There's nothing we can do Flowerpetal." Tawnystorm meowed his eyes widening at her pain. For a moment she though he was going to comfort her, but like he always did he pulled away. Putting some space between her and him. "Go back to sleep, he won't remember the dream in the morning. Even if he does he won't talk about it. " With that Tawnystorm curled up, and within minutes his breathing was that of sleep breathing. However, Flowerpetal stayed awake, letting the tears fall as she watched her brother wither in pain.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Other:
Name: Rainstorm
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
farm3.static.flickr.com/2368/2215824993_6a4bdf14a6.jpg
(Couldn't make his eyes the right color)
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Dark blue-gray tom w/ stormy gray eyes
Description:
Rainstorm is a big, musuclar blue-gray tom. His paws are also pretty big, which gives him the appearance of being clumsy but he's actually quite graceful. His eyes are round and a stormy gray color. Rainstorm has, like his brother Tawnystorm, large ears with little tufts at the end of them. His tail isn't quit as long as Tawnystorm's, considering the tip was bitten off. His worst scar is one that runs across his left eye and curves down his muzzle.
Personality:
Rainstorm is usually a quiet tom. Though he does have opinions on quite a lot. His normal responses to people are sarcastic and joking. He has strong beliefs and well follow them unless his family or clan gets indangered. So in other words though he is very loyal, he doesn't always think of the Warrior Code first. His temper is nothing compared to his brothers, though isn't something you want to meet first hand.
History:
Rainstorm was born in ShadowClan to a she-cat named Puddleheart and a tomcat named Goldenwings. Two moons after Rainstorm and his two littermates, Flowerpetal and Tawnystorm, were born his father Goldenwing was killed on the Thunderpath. About 3 moons later Rainstorm fell deathly ill with greencough, he nearly lost his life. Though he recovered he'd grown quiet and a little withdrawn. By the time he became an apprentice cats were worried about him. However, their worry was for nothing. He was fine. Sadly though at 12 moons, the night he became a warrior, his mentor Strikingclaw was found plotting with rogues. When discovered Strikingclaw attacked the first cat he saw, Tawnystorm. In his rage Rainstorm leaped onto his mentor and killed him. Sworn to secrecy, now at 20 moons none of the siblings have said a word. They simply let the Clan believe Strikingclaw had left without a trace.
Role Playing Example:
Rainpaw felt dread and pain fill his body. He was frozen his eyes staring emptily at his mentor who had eyes only for the cat he could see. They were mudersouly angry.
"Rainpaw," Flowerpaw moaned backing away her paws slipping in her panic. For a moment Rainpaw didn't hear her, not a sound could reach his ears.
"Traitor!" Tawnypaw yowled his voice echoing in the trees. Rainpaw's eyes widened as the spell was broken, he spun facing his brother in a panicked frenzy.
"Tawnypaw no!" Flowerpaw and him yowled as one. Strikingclaw leaped forward his teeth bared, a snarl ripping from his throat as he collided with the elder apprentice. Tawnypaw was thrown back, Strikingclaw's supior weight, and the suprise of the attack unbalancing him for a terrifying second. However that was the only time Rainpaw needed. In the pause that appeared between the two fighting cats Rainpaw had bounded over, his body colliding painfully with his mentors.
"Rainpaw stay out of this!" Strikingclaw growled, his fur bristling as he realized he was out numbered. Rainpaw snarled at him, aiming his claws for the tomcats throat. Strikingclaw dodged at the last second his eyes widening in surprise as Rainpaw countered with another attack this time aiming for the head.
"Rainpaw!" Flowerpaw yowled in dismay. Rainpaw felt nothing, only the rage eating him away. He was seeing nothing but the red haze that clouded his vision. The bitter metalic tast in on tongue became stronger as he unshealthed his claws.
"You betrayed our Clan!" Rainpaw hissed as his paw connected with his mentors head in a killing blow. Strikingclaw's eyes went from glowing with surprise to nothing in a matter of short seconds. Rainpaw's eyes widened as he stared down at the cat, blood pooling around his paws.
"Rainpaw!" Flowerpaw wailed her screech sending birds flying away in panic. Rainpaw backed away, a strange sobbing noise escaping from somewhere in his chest. He'd killed him, oh Great StarClan he'd killed his own mentor.
Codeword: Polar Bear
Name: Tawnystorm
Age: 20 moons
Link to Picture:
www.swilliamshaw.com/wallpaper/blackcat1024x768.jpg
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: Black tom w/ unusual golden speckles
Description:
Tawnystorm is a midnight black tom with odd golden speckles throughout his pelt. His eyes are round and a beautiful navy blue, almost onyx colored. Tawnystorm is a meduim built cat, with a long skinny tail. His ears are quite large with little tuffts at the ends of them. His claws are short but deadly sharp. Tawnystorm has many scars, which are mostly on his flanks and muzzle. His worst scar is one that runs down between his shoulder blades, and shines silver in the moonlight.
Personality:
Tawnystorm is a kind hearted playful tom. He is usually in a happy mood, unless you get on his bad side. Tawnystorm loves his Clanmates with all his heart, and would die for any of them. Even those he doesn't exactly get along with everyone. Though kind, loyal and playful he has a nasty temper that makes him somewhat scary. He can snap at little things sometimes, and when he does he usually sees red. Tawnystorm is truly ashamed of his temper, and he has been working to control it.
History:
Tawnystorm was born in ShadowClan to a she-cat named Puddleheart and a tom named Goldenwing. He had two other litter mates, a sister named Flowerpetal and a brother named Rainstorm. Two months after Tawnystorm and his littermates were born his father was killed in a battle with ThunderClan. It was sadly an accident. His father, being careless had raced across the thunderpath and got hit. His mother was grief stricken and almost lost herself in the pain. However with her last bit of strenght she took care of the three helpless kits. By the time Tawnystorm and his siblings became apprentices his mother decided to join the elders den. She was weary and ready by that time. She'd had her last litter and the pain from losing a mate was still heavy on her shoulders. Tawnystorm was happy for her, and ready to make her proud. However, as a young apprentice Tawnystorm's temper became noticable, and hard to control. His mentor was horrified and tried of course anything that would help him. Over the moons Tawnystorm has learned to keep his temper somewhat under control. Finally at 12 moons Tawnystorm and his siblings earned their place in the clan as Warriors. Now at 20 moons Tawnystorm still struggles to control his temper sometimes, but he gets better every day. And he hopes to get an apprentice soon. Though loyal and true to his Clan, his siblings hold a secret, something that may be revealed.
Role Playing Example:
Rain downpoured, its heart accompained by the lightning that flashed through the sky. Three cats stood side by side. Their dark fur plastered to their body as they fought the rain. The second biggest, a midnight black tom with golden speckles, stepped forward his ears flattened agaisn't the torount of rain. With a barely audible growl he spun to face the other two cats.
"What are we doing out here!" He shouted, shrinking away from the boom of thunder. We're they mad or just stupid? They were going to get greencough out here.
"We have to talk!" Flowerpetal meowed, her body swaying with the rain. She was so odd, she loved the rain. Any water for that matter, just like a RiverClan cat.
"We'll all die before we can say two words." Tawnystorm hissed, clenching his teeth. He was getting chilled to the bone, and he was probably going to get sick. With an angry flick of his tail he motioned for his siblings to begin.
"You know we can't tell anyone what happened right?" Rainstorm meowed, his voice practically drowned out by the storm. huh, your name fits perfectly tonight bro.
"We're here to swear secrecy." Flowerpetal meowed her eyes locking on Tawnystorm's. He was the worst with secrets, but did they really think he'd go around telling this one. "We can't tell anyone. Not matter what!"
"Duh, who do you take me for!" Tawnystorm snapped rage building up. He shook it off quickly though. For some reason attacking his family was something that was oddly easily avoided. "Of course I'll keep the secret." For a moment Tawnystorm wondered if they wouldn't believe him but they both stepped forward, pressing their bodies to his.
"I swear on StarClan that I'll never utter a word." Rainstorm whispered, his gray eyes lifting to the horrondous sky.
"I swear on StarClan too," Flowerpetal meowed trembling for a moment. They both turned to look at him, green and gray on blue. For a moment he felt dread, but then he shook it away raising instead his muzzle to the crying sky.
"I swear on StarClan."
Codeword: Polar Bear
Other:
