Post by *~Angel~* on Nov 6, 2008 23:02:45 GMT -5
Name: Mothfrost
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Siamese she-cat w/ amber eyes
Description: Mothfrost his a beautiful siamese she-cat with dark amber brown eyes. Her fur is short and silky, with a light shine to it. She is long-limbed and has a medium length tail. Her nose is a black, and her muzzle and paws are a brown color. Though tall for her age she usually crouches down so she appears much smaller. She has only a couple scars here and there, mostly which lie on her flank and muzzle. She has one nasy nick in her right ear.
Personality: Mothfrost is no gentle she-cat, despite who her mother was. She's fiercly loyal, and strong. She would give anything to save RiverClan, even if it meant losing her position in the Clans. She followed Despairingstar without question, and looks up to the beautiful she-cat. Someday she hopes to be like her. She doesn't want to be leader, or anything special like a deputy. She just wants to live her life to the fullest for RiverClan, and prove that no matter where your born you can be a warrior.
History: Tally- Mother, deceased; kittypet
Sand-dune- Father, alive; RC warrior
Bloodfur- Brother, alive
Mothfrost was born in a twoleg nest to a kittypet she-cat named Tally and a RC warrior named Sand-dune. She had one other brother Timothy(Bloodfur).Despite the fact that her father was indeed a RiverClan warrior she grew up knowing nothing of her heritage. He never explained where he came from, though he told her stories. At 4 moons old Mothfrost finally learned about who her father was. He'd come to visit them like normal when a RiverClan tom found him playing with her and her brother. They got into an argument where Tally tried to break it up. Then the tom figured it out. Furiously he lead her father away, not even glancing at the kits. Mothfrost was confused so despite Sand-dune's objections Tally told her kits who he was. Mothfrost was facinated, and insteantly wanted to know why they did not live with their father. Tally explained that it was to dangerous and that the Clans hated kittypets. With a heavy heart Mothfrost lost her quick hope about living with her father. However at 5 moons her mother was run over by a twoleg monster, and Mothfrost and her brother were left alone. Fearful for their survival she entered RiverClan territory to find her father, would visited only recently. Luckily the cat who'd seen him was his freind and wouldn't give him away. Finally as night fell Sand-dune found them. As he listened to their story it was obvious that his heart broke for his lost love but determind he led them to RC camp. He suffered the fury of his leaders judgment, and the rejection of his clan but in the end the leader let the two kits stay with RC. At 12 moons Mothfrost finally earned her warrior name when she saved Moonkit from a twoleg. Many cats, even now that she has proved herself by becoming a warrior, want nothing to to with her family.
RoleplayingExample: Mothpaw pressed herself quickly to the ground, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She couldn't breath, couldn't think as she watched the twoleg come closer, then he moved. Heading quickly in the opposite direction. With a praising prayer to StarClan Mothpaw tentively straightened herself but her relief was soon gone.
"NOO!" She yowled launching herself fearlessly at the twoleg. He was stooping down, reaching his big paw out toward a silver she-kit that had obviously followed Mothpaw from camp. With a furious hiss she dug her claws into his leg, and then bit down her. He shrieked in agony and swatted at her until her head rang with the force.
"Mothpaw!" Bloodpaw yowled, racing toward his sister. His dark blood red ginger fur was silver in the moonlight, his body moving quickly across the ground. She released her mouth to spit angrilly at the twoleg before turning to her brother.
"No!" She gasped, bringing herself up and then sliding painfully down his leg. He sreamed agian, and then struck harder this time. With a heavy object. "Get Blackkit to safety!" Bloodpaw twisted around and then raced back toward Blackkit. The four moon old she-kit was shreiking in terror, her silver gray eyes wide. Bloodpaw didn't slow as he swooped by, he simply plucked the kit from the ground. With her added weight he was much slower but he was soon out of sight. With relief Mothpaw let go, and shot in the opposite direction, listening as the twoleg lumbered angrilly after her. Without fear she run down the halfbridge and leapt.
Cold water gripped her body, making her gasp even though she was underwater. She'd known the lake was deep, but she also knew the twoleg wouldnt follow her inside. With a push she propelled herself toward the light, finally her head surface. She was coughing and gasping as shudders ran down her body.
"Good h-he's g-g-gone." She stuttered swimming quickly to where she could mount land. As soon as she was back on solid ground the siamese she-cat shook herself, droplets of water sliding easily from her pelt. Curtousy of the fish. With a shiver from the cold the eldest apprentice ran swiftly back to camp. Partly to get there quicker, partly to dry herself, and of course she wanted to make sure Moonkit and Bloodpaw had made it safely back as well.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Bloodfur
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Dark ginger tom w/ yellow eyes.
Description: Bloodfur is a large blood-red ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes. He has short coarse fur, a long tail and normal sized ears. Like his body his paws are huge, which make him look clumsy. His muscles are well developed, and his fur is long and slick. Like most RiverClan cats he can swim easily, and his muscles are a big part of that. Althoug he looks uncoordinated he's quite quick and graceful. He has many scars across her muzzle, a few on his flank. Also a nasty one that runs down his left shoulder.
Personality: Bloodfur is loyal and true to his Clan. He completely ignores those who don't belive he is worthy to be in their Clan. Though on the inside it hurts him bad. Luckily he has Mothfrost and his father. Though he looks mean Bloodfur is truly a soft hearted lump of fur. He understands others feelings well and knows usually what would make them feel better. Luckily he doesn't have too bad of a temper, which is good. Considering his size. However he hates rogues, doesn't get along well with cats he tease him about his kittypet orgins and he doesn't trust the other Clans one bit. He would rather trust a badger then them.
History: Tally- Mother, deceased; kittypet
Sand-dune- Father, alive; RC warrior
Mothfrost- Sister, alive; RC warrioress now
Bloodfur was born in twoleg place to a siamese she-cat named Tally. His father, a RiverClan warrior was breaking the warrior code by having a relationship with her. Bloodfur had one other sibling, his sister Jasmine. As he grew up, just like his sister, he never understood where his father came from. Once when he was 3 moons he tried, without success, to follow his father to where he lived. After that Tally and his father made double sure to avoid any quesitons about his fathers home. Soon afterwords though Bloodfur lost interest in that, and began instead to listen in interest to the stories his father told them. Sadly though when he was 4 moons he learned of his father's life. He was furious, well as mad as a little kit could be. How could his father keep such a thing from him, in a way Bloodfur had felt betrayed and like his sister felt a strange desire to be a part of that life. Both kits finally got their wish in the most tragic ways, as Tally died. Hit by a monster. After that Mothfrost and him wasted no time. In their grieving the rushed to their father, who convinced the leader to take them in. Since then Bloodfur has worked twice as hard as any cat, proving time and time again that he is loyal to RiverClan and RiverClan only.
RoleplayingExample: Bloodfur flicked his ears nervously, listening again to the sounds around him. However he was quickly interupted.
"Scared of the dark kittypet?" A bracken colored tom sneered, his eyes flashing wickedly at him. Bloodfur stifferend, his ginger fur bristling until he suddenly felt Mothfrost gently press her cold nose into his side. He looked down to lock eyes with her.
"Come on Brackenflame, lets get a move on." Bloodfur meowed. He wasn't afraid of the night, quite opposite. He loved the night, but something was naggin at him. Something wasn't right. It was hard to keep a close eye on things too, especially when Brackenflame was taunting him.
"What ever you say kittypet." He purred walking straight ahead of them. Suddenly Mothfrost stiffened and her mouth dropped open into a little o of horror.
"Wait! Brackenflame stop!" She shreeched, her voice filling the night air. Brackenflame stopped and turned to look curiously at her when he too stiffened. Each cat drew their eyes over to the where the scent was wafting, and there stood a huge dog. Its mouth was dripping salva, and his teeth were barred in a happy grin. It took one look at Brackenflame and leapt, a huge bark echoing from its jowls. With a furious yowl Brackenflame leapt away from it, his eyes wide with terror. "Hold on!" Mothfrost darted forward her long limbs carring her quickly to her fellow warirors side. With a snarl she leapt at the dog, her claws ripping across his open jaw. He whined, whipping around to face the she-cat now.
"No!" He gasped and then he moved. Bloodfur was on of the fastest cats in the Clan, and as he moved now it seemed like he was barely skimming the ground. The a furious yowl he barrled his sister out of the way, and just barly dodged the dog's huge jaws. It snapped, sending salva raining down on the two cats bodies, and air swishing their fur. That was close! Bloodfur hissed at the dog, barring his teeth back. Then with smug look in his eyes he swiped the dog across the face, his claws hooking painfully into the dogs eyes. The dog howled, jerking back as blood welled into his eyes.
"Come on!" Brackenflame hissed, bolting past them and toward camp. Mothfrost quickly followed after, Bloodfur on her heels. Suddenly Bloodfur realized something. Brackenfur hadn't tried to defend himself at all. Actually the only cats who'd done anything was Mothfrost and him. Coward! He thought .
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Sand-dune
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Pale ginger tabby tom w/ yellow eyes.
Description: Sand-dune is a long-limbed pale ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes. He has a somewhat stocky build, even though he is tall. His fur is short and coarse and his tail medium length. Because of his stocky build he's quite muscular, and an excellent fighter. He as an advantage when fighting, what with his supiour size and strength. His only scars are those that run across his flanks, and one that runs down his chest to his left hindleg.
Personality: Sand-dune is more of joker. He loves to spend his time with other cats, and always tries to lighten the mood. Though loyal and fierce he let his heart stray outside of the Clan. When he fell in love, he was in love for life. Sand-dune loves deeply, and strongly and when that love is broken it kills him. Now that his mate is dead he's more quiet. Not as playful, and usually goes about doing his work seriously and lonely.
History: Sandcloud- Father, deceased
Gingerflame- Mother, deceased
Brackenflame- Brother, alive
Bloodfur- Son, alive
Mothfrost- Daughter, alive
Sand-dune was born in RiverClan to a she-cat named Gingerflame and a tomcat named Sandcloud. He two littermates, Brackenflame and Applekit. However Applekit died when they were only 2 moons old. As Sand-dune grew up his life became harder at every turn. His father died at the time when Sand-dune turned 4 moons, killed by dishonarable in a fight with WindClan at the border. At 6 moons his mother soon followed her mate. She was so greif stricken that she stopped eating and simply wasted away. Hardly away from his troubles Sand-dune and his brother became apprentices. Sadly though when Sand-dune was 11 moons old his mentor Yellowclaw was killed in a storm. It seemed the tom could not escape bad luck but after his warrior ceremony things began to shape up. Brackenflame and him became even closer, and he found a friend in a huge tomcat named Snaglefang. Then when he turned 19 moons he ran into a siamse kittypet wandering on there territory. It was not his first encounter with the pretty she-cat and not his last, soon the two fell in love. Time flew by and it took no time at all for her to bare his kits, which were named Timothy and Jasmine. Though he wanted desperatly to have them in the Clan with them, it would worry there mothe. Plus he knew the clan would never accept them. However as if his bad luck had returned, his mated died when his kits turned 5 moons. Desperatly he begged the leader to let them join, and the leader let them. Though his clanmates refused to acknowledge thim after that he had his kits. He was hurt by losing his clanmates, especially from Brackenflame who treated him and his kits worst of all. However he hoped they would someday come around.
RoleplayingExample: Sand-dune crouched forward, his pelt rippling as he stalked quickly forward. For once he wasn't without warriors on this hunt. His two kits had finally had their warrior ceremony and they were with him. Suddenly the pale ginger tom shot forward and killed a mouse quickly with a bite to the neck.
"Great catch dad." Mothfrost meowed, her amber eyes sparkling with delight. Sand-dune felt a purr rise in his throat and he dipped his head in happiness to his kits. Though he loved both equally he could not help but love Mothfrost a smidge more, after all she looked like a twin to her mother. Shaking that thought away he quickly scraped dirt over the prey.
"Lets go fishing." Bloodfur announced nodding toward the small river like stream. Sand-dune nodded his head in aggreement and then three cats quickly made their way there. As the came nearer each cat spread out a bit, and then took up a position by the river. Sand-dune watched out of the corner of his eye how each of his kits carefully raised their paws. Making sure to keep the sun from making a shadow on the water, then Bloodfur's shot forward sending a silver fish flying from the water.
"Nice," He called down, watching as his son's powerful muscles bunched when he leapt on the fish and finished the kill. Bloodfur twitched his ear in acknowledgment but remained silent. Sand-dune wondered if something was bothering him, but he didn't ask. Instead the older tom turned to the water, watching as silver fish darted around.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Brackenflame
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Short-Description: Brackenflame is a huge golden ginger tabby tom w/ amber eyes.
Description: Brackenflame is a long-limbed golden ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. He has, like his brother, a somewhat stocky build. With tough well built muscles, and a long tail. His ears are small, and rounded at the top and his fur is a bit longer than Sand-dune's. Though darker ginger, and a little more golden colored both tom's are almost identical. With his scarred muzzle, and flank and a nasty scar running down his right eye they could almost pass as a mirror image.
Personality: Though he is truly loyal to his Clan, and warm hearted it seems his heart may have grown cold over the moons. He's sharp tongued, and well quickly put any cat down. He hates his brothers kits with a passion, though at times it seems he is warming to them. Though it seems he hates his brother the most, he actually wants to desperatly rekindle their old friendship. However he is afraid of what other cats in RiverClan well think. He does not want to be rejected like those three are, though most have forgiven and forgot. Even though Brackenflame seems like a brave, loyal warrior. He's actually somewhat of a coward. He doesn't like putting himself in danger, and certaintly doesn't like the idea of dying for someone.
History: Sandcloud- Father, deceased
Gingerflame- Mother, deceased
Sand-dune- Brother, alive
Bloodfur- Nephew, alive
Mothfrost- Neice, alive
Brackenflame was born into RiverClan to a she-cat named Gingerflame and a tom named Sandcloud. He had two other littermates, Sand-dune and Applekit. Sadly Applekit died of greencough when they were only 2 moons old. Brackenflame doesn't really remember the ginger she-kit but Sand-dune claims to. It wasn't long after, when Brackenflame and Sand-dune turned 4 moons that their father was killed in a border fight with WindClan. Brackenflame was beyond mad when his father was brought home, and since then he doesn't trust WindClan at all. Sadly enough when he was 6 moons his mother finally passed on too. Though he was equally distraught over her death in a way he was glad she was with his father. She'd been sick for a long time. Later as he grew Brackenflame became a wondeful cat to the Clan. He fought well, hunted well and cared well for the elders and kits. Though he is cowardice was secretly growing it seemed he would become a wonderful warrior of RiverClan. At 12 moons he earned his name, and became well respected. Sadly though after the Clan descovered Sand-dunes secret they became not only horrified at him but at Brackenflame too. He seemed so cold hearted, and even after some cats forgave he has stayed stubbonrly cold heart. It seems that he well never forgive his kin.
RoleplayingExample:
With a snarl Brackenflame flung himself at a tree, diggin his claws into the rough bark. "I'll show that bloody kittypet!" He snarled, his eyes flashing. Anger flared stronger making it so he could almost taste the bitter bile. "Why doesn't Despairingstar just chase these mangy cats out!" Brackenflame did wonder why the leader kept such obviously disloyal cats but he had never really voiced his opinion. Suddenly the ginger warrior stopped, and his eyes filled with a smug look. Of course why did he not talk to Despairingstar. Certaintly she was a fair leader and would listen to his thoughts. Plus he could give a false reason here and there. It wouldn't be that hard to convince her that Sand-dune was dishonarble.....but his kits was another matter.
"How to get her to see that Bloodfur and Mothfrost don't deserve RiverClan?" He meowed soflty, his tail twitching. The tom had his eyes closed as he went through defferent situations. Suddenly he had an idea, something that would gradually show that those to stupid cats were just as bad as their father. With an evil grin Brackenflame quickly got up and shook his pelt. It was time to talk with Despairingstar.
Then without warning the tomcat raced forward, pelting quickly toward the leaders den. He would make her see his point. Then RiverClan would be forever clean of half breed kittypets and unloyal traitors!
Codeword: Polarbear
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Siamese she-cat w/ amber eyes
Description: Mothfrost his a beautiful siamese she-cat with dark amber brown eyes. Her fur is short and silky, with a light shine to it. She is long-limbed and has a medium length tail. Her nose is a black, and her muzzle and paws are a brown color. Though tall for her age she usually crouches down so she appears much smaller. She has only a couple scars here and there, mostly which lie on her flank and muzzle. She has one nasy nick in her right ear.
Personality: Mothfrost is no gentle she-cat, despite who her mother was. She's fiercly loyal, and strong. She would give anything to save RiverClan, even if it meant losing her position in the Clans. She followed Despairingstar without question, and looks up to the beautiful she-cat. Someday she hopes to be like her. She doesn't want to be leader, or anything special like a deputy. She just wants to live her life to the fullest for RiverClan, and prove that no matter where your born you can be a warrior.
History: Tally- Mother, deceased; kittypet
Sand-dune- Father, alive; RC warrior
Bloodfur- Brother, alive
Mothfrost was born in a twoleg nest to a kittypet she-cat named Tally and a RC warrior named Sand-dune. She had one other brother Timothy(Bloodfur).Despite the fact that her father was indeed a RiverClan warrior she grew up knowing nothing of her heritage. He never explained where he came from, though he told her stories. At 4 moons old Mothfrost finally learned about who her father was. He'd come to visit them like normal when a RiverClan tom found him playing with her and her brother. They got into an argument where Tally tried to break it up. Then the tom figured it out. Furiously he lead her father away, not even glancing at the kits. Mothfrost was confused so despite Sand-dune's objections Tally told her kits who he was. Mothfrost was facinated, and insteantly wanted to know why they did not live with their father. Tally explained that it was to dangerous and that the Clans hated kittypets. With a heavy heart Mothfrost lost her quick hope about living with her father. However at 5 moons her mother was run over by a twoleg monster, and Mothfrost and her brother were left alone. Fearful for their survival she entered RiverClan territory to find her father, would visited only recently. Luckily the cat who'd seen him was his freind and wouldn't give him away. Finally as night fell Sand-dune found them. As he listened to their story it was obvious that his heart broke for his lost love but determind he led them to RC camp. He suffered the fury of his leaders judgment, and the rejection of his clan but in the end the leader let the two kits stay with RC. At 12 moons Mothfrost finally earned her warrior name when she saved Moonkit from a twoleg. Many cats, even now that she has proved herself by becoming a warrior, want nothing to to with her family.
RoleplayingExample: Mothpaw pressed herself quickly to the ground, her heart hammering wildly in her chest. She couldn't breath, couldn't think as she watched the twoleg come closer, then he moved. Heading quickly in the opposite direction. With a praising prayer to StarClan Mothpaw tentively straightened herself but her relief was soon gone.
"NOO!" She yowled launching herself fearlessly at the twoleg. He was stooping down, reaching his big paw out toward a silver she-kit that had obviously followed Mothpaw from camp. With a furious hiss she dug her claws into his leg, and then bit down her. He shrieked in agony and swatted at her until her head rang with the force.
"Mothpaw!" Bloodpaw yowled, racing toward his sister. His dark blood red ginger fur was silver in the moonlight, his body moving quickly across the ground. She released her mouth to spit angrilly at the twoleg before turning to her brother.
"No!" She gasped, bringing herself up and then sliding painfully down his leg. He sreamed agian, and then struck harder this time. With a heavy object. "Get Blackkit to safety!" Bloodpaw twisted around and then raced back toward Blackkit. The four moon old she-kit was shreiking in terror, her silver gray eyes wide. Bloodpaw didn't slow as he swooped by, he simply plucked the kit from the ground. With her added weight he was much slower but he was soon out of sight. With relief Mothpaw let go, and shot in the opposite direction, listening as the twoleg lumbered angrilly after her. Without fear she run down the halfbridge and leapt.
Cold water gripped her body, making her gasp even though she was underwater. She'd known the lake was deep, but she also knew the twoleg wouldnt follow her inside. With a push she propelled herself toward the light, finally her head surface. She was coughing and gasping as shudders ran down her body.
"Good h-he's g-g-gone." She stuttered swimming quickly to where she could mount land. As soon as she was back on solid ground the siamese she-cat shook herself, droplets of water sliding easily from her pelt. Curtousy of the fish. With a shiver from the cold the eldest apprentice ran swiftly back to camp. Partly to get there quicker, partly to dry herself, and of course she wanted to make sure Moonkit and Bloodpaw had made it safely back as well.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Bloodfur
Age: 14 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Dark ginger tom w/ yellow eyes.
Description: Bloodfur is a large blood-red ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes. He has short coarse fur, a long tail and normal sized ears. Like his body his paws are huge, which make him look clumsy. His muscles are well developed, and his fur is long and slick. Like most RiverClan cats he can swim easily, and his muscles are a big part of that. Althoug he looks uncoordinated he's quite quick and graceful. He has many scars across her muzzle, a few on his flank. Also a nasty one that runs down his left shoulder.
Personality: Bloodfur is loyal and true to his Clan. He completely ignores those who don't belive he is worthy to be in their Clan. Though on the inside it hurts him bad. Luckily he has Mothfrost and his father. Though he looks mean Bloodfur is truly a soft hearted lump of fur. He understands others feelings well and knows usually what would make them feel better. Luckily he doesn't have too bad of a temper, which is good. Considering his size. However he hates rogues, doesn't get along well with cats he tease him about his kittypet orgins and he doesn't trust the other Clans one bit. He would rather trust a badger then them.
History: Tally- Mother, deceased; kittypet
Sand-dune- Father, alive; RC warrior
Mothfrost- Sister, alive; RC warrioress now
Bloodfur was born in twoleg place to a siamese she-cat named Tally. His father, a RiverClan warrior was breaking the warrior code by having a relationship with her. Bloodfur had one other sibling, his sister Jasmine. As he grew up, just like his sister, he never understood where his father came from. Once when he was 3 moons he tried, without success, to follow his father to where he lived. After that Tally and his father made double sure to avoid any quesitons about his fathers home. Soon afterwords though Bloodfur lost interest in that, and began instead to listen in interest to the stories his father told them. Sadly though when he was 4 moons he learned of his father's life. He was furious, well as mad as a little kit could be. How could his father keep such a thing from him, in a way Bloodfur had felt betrayed and like his sister felt a strange desire to be a part of that life. Both kits finally got their wish in the most tragic ways, as Tally died. Hit by a monster. After that Mothfrost and him wasted no time. In their grieving the rushed to their father, who convinced the leader to take them in. Since then Bloodfur has worked twice as hard as any cat, proving time and time again that he is loyal to RiverClan and RiverClan only.
RoleplayingExample: Bloodfur flicked his ears nervously, listening again to the sounds around him. However he was quickly interupted.
"Scared of the dark kittypet?" A bracken colored tom sneered, his eyes flashing wickedly at him. Bloodfur stifferend, his ginger fur bristling until he suddenly felt Mothfrost gently press her cold nose into his side. He looked down to lock eyes with her.
"Come on Brackenflame, lets get a move on." Bloodfur meowed. He wasn't afraid of the night, quite opposite. He loved the night, but something was naggin at him. Something wasn't right. It was hard to keep a close eye on things too, especially when Brackenflame was taunting him.
"What ever you say kittypet." He purred walking straight ahead of them. Suddenly Mothfrost stiffened and her mouth dropped open into a little o of horror.
"Wait! Brackenflame stop!" She shreeched, her voice filling the night air. Brackenflame stopped and turned to look curiously at her when he too stiffened. Each cat drew their eyes over to the where the scent was wafting, and there stood a huge dog. Its mouth was dripping salva, and his teeth were barred in a happy grin. It took one look at Brackenflame and leapt, a huge bark echoing from its jowls. With a furious yowl Brackenflame leapt away from it, his eyes wide with terror. "Hold on!" Mothfrost darted forward her long limbs carring her quickly to her fellow warirors side. With a snarl she leapt at the dog, her claws ripping across his open jaw. He whined, whipping around to face the she-cat now.
"No!" He gasped and then he moved. Bloodfur was on of the fastest cats in the Clan, and as he moved now it seemed like he was barely skimming the ground. The a furious yowl he barrled his sister out of the way, and just barly dodged the dog's huge jaws. It snapped, sending salva raining down on the two cats bodies, and air swishing their fur. That was close! Bloodfur hissed at the dog, barring his teeth back. Then with smug look in his eyes he swiped the dog across the face, his claws hooking painfully into the dogs eyes. The dog howled, jerking back as blood welled into his eyes.
"Come on!" Brackenflame hissed, bolting past them and toward camp. Mothfrost quickly followed after, Bloodfur on her heels. Suddenly Bloodfur realized something. Brackenfur hadn't tried to defend himself at all. Actually the only cats who'd done anything was Mothfrost and him. Coward! He thought .
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Sand-dune
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RC
Short-Description: Pale ginger tabby tom w/ yellow eyes.
Description: Sand-dune is a long-limbed pale ginger tabby tom with yellow eyes. He has a somewhat stocky build, even though he is tall. His fur is short and coarse and his tail medium length. Because of his stocky build he's quite muscular, and an excellent fighter. He as an advantage when fighting, what with his supiour size and strength. His only scars are those that run across his flanks, and one that runs down his chest to his left hindleg.
Personality: Sand-dune is more of joker. He loves to spend his time with other cats, and always tries to lighten the mood. Though loyal and fierce he let his heart stray outside of the Clan. When he fell in love, he was in love for life. Sand-dune loves deeply, and strongly and when that love is broken it kills him. Now that his mate is dead he's more quiet. Not as playful, and usually goes about doing his work seriously and lonely.
History: Sandcloud- Father, deceased
Gingerflame- Mother, deceased
Brackenflame- Brother, alive
Bloodfur- Son, alive
Mothfrost- Daughter, alive
Sand-dune was born in RiverClan to a she-cat named Gingerflame and a tomcat named Sandcloud. He two littermates, Brackenflame and Applekit. However Applekit died when they were only 2 moons old. As Sand-dune grew up his life became harder at every turn. His father died at the time when Sand-dune turned 4 moons, killed by dishonarable in a fight with WindClan at the border. At 6 moons his mother soon followed her mate. She was so greif stricken that she stopped eating and simply wasted away. Hardly away from his troubles Sand-dune and his brother became apprentices. Sadly though when Sand-dune was 11 moons old his mentor Yellowclaw was killed in a storm. It seemed the tom could not escape bad luck but after his warrior ceremony things began to shape up. Brackenflame and him became even closer, and he found a friend in a huge tomcat named Snaglefang. Then when he turned 19 moons he ran into a siamse kittypet wandering on there territory. It was not his first encounter with the pretty she-cat and not his last, soon the two fell in love. Time flew by and it took no time at all for her to bare his kits, which were named Timothy and Jasmine. Though he wanted desperatly to have them in the Clan with them, it would worry there mothe. Plus he knew the clan would never accept them. However as if his bad luck had returned, his mated died when his kits turned 5 moons. Desperatly he begged the leader to let them join, and the leader let them. Though his clanmates refused to acknowledge thim after that he had his kits. He was hurt by losing his clanmates, especially from Brackenflame who treated him and his kits worst of all. However he hoped they would someday come around.
RoleplayingExample: Sand-dune crouched forward, his pelt rippling as he stalked quickly forward. For once he wasn't without warriors on this hunt. His two kits had finally had their warrior ceremony and they were with him. Suddenly the pale ginger tom shot forward and killed a mouse quickly with a bite to the neck.
"Great catch dad." Mothfrost meowed, her amber eyes sparkling with delight. Sand-dune felt a purr rise in his throat and he dipped his head in happiness to his kits. Though he loved both equally he could not help but love Mothfrost a smidge more, after all she looked like a twin to her mother. Shaking that thought away he quickly scraped dirt over the prey.
"Lets go fishing." Bloodfur announced nodding toward the small river like stream. Sand-dune nodded his head in aggreement and then three cats quickly made their way there. As the came nearer each cat spread out a bit, and then took up a position by the river. Sand-dune watched out of the corner of his eye how each of his kits carefully raised their paws. Making sure to keep the sun from making a shadow on the water, then Bloodfur's shot forward sending a silver fish flying from the water.
"Nice," He called down, watching as his son's powerful muscles bunched when he leapt on the fish and finished the kill. Bloodfur twitched his ear in acknowledgment but remained silent. Sand-dune wondered if something was bothering him, but he didn't ask. Instead the older tom turned to the water, watching as silver fish darted around.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Brackenflame
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Short-Description: Brackenflame is a huge golden ginger tabby tom w/ amber eyes.
Description: Brackenflame is a long-limbed golden ginger tabby tom with amber eyes. He has, like his brother, a somewhat stocky build. With tough well built muscles, and a long tail. His ears are small, and rounded at the top and his fur is a bit longer than Sand-dune's. Though darker ginger, and a little more golden colored both tom's are almost identical. With his scarred muzzle, and flank and a nasty scar running down his right eye they could almost pass as a mirror image.
Personality: Though he is truly loyal to his Clan, and warm hearted it seems his heart may have grown cold over the moons. He's sharp tongued, and well quickly put any cat down. He hates his brothers kits with a passion, though at times it seems he is warming to them. Though it seems he hates his brother the most, he actually wants to desperatly rekindle their old friendship. However he is afraid of what other cats in RiverClan well think. He does not want to be rejected like those three are, though most have forgiven and forgot. Even though Brackenflame seems like a brave, loyal warrior. He's actually somewhat of a coward. He doesn't like putting himself in danger, and certaintly doesn't like the idea of dying for someone.
History: Sandcloud- Father, deceased
Gingerflame- Mother, deceased
Sand-dune- Brother, alive
Bloodfur- Nephew, alive
Mothfrost- Neice, alive
Brackenflame was born into RiverClan to a she-cat named Gingerflame and a tom named Sandcloud. He had two other littermates, Sand-dune and Applekit. Sadly Applekit died of greencough when they were only 2 moons old. Brackenflame doesn't really remember the ginger she-kit but Sand-dune claims to. It wasn't long after, when Brackenflame and Sand-dune turned 4 moons that their father was killed in a border fight with WindClan. Brackenflame was beyond mad when his father was brought home, and since then he doesn't trust WindClan at all. Sadly enough when he was 6 moons his mother finally passed on too. Though he was equally distraught over her death in a way he was glad she was with his father. She'd been sick for a long time. Later as he grew Brackenflame became a wondeful cat to the Clan. He fought well, hunted well and cared well for the elders and kits. Though he is cowardice was secretly growing it seemed he would become a wonderful warrior of RiverClan. At 12 moons he earned his name, and became well respected. Sadly though after the Clan descovered Sand-dunes secret they became not only horrified at him but at Brackenflame too. He seemed so cold hearted, and even after some cats forgave he has stayed stubbonrly cold heart. It seems that he well never forgive his kin.
RoleplayingExample:
With a snarl Brackenflame flung himself at a tree, diggin his claws into the rough bark. "I'll show that bloody kittypet!" He snarled, his eyes flashing. Anger flared stronger making it so he could almost taste the bitter bile. "Why doesn't Despairingstar just chase these mangy cats out!" Brackenflame did wonder why the leader kept such obviously disloyal cats but he had never really voiced his opinion. Suddenly the ginger warrior stopped, and his eyes filled with a smug look. Of course why did he not talk to Despairingstar. Certaintly she was a fair leader and would listen to his thoughts. Plus he could give a false reason here and there. It wouldn't be that hard to convince her that Sand-dune was dishonarble.....but his kits was another matter.
"How to get her to see that Bloodfur and Mothfrost don't deserve RiverClan?" He meowed soflty, his tail twitching. The tom had his eyes closed as he went through defferent situations. Suddenly he had an idea, something that would gradually show that those to stupid cats were just as bad as their father. With an evil grin Brackenflame quickly got up and shook his pelt. It was time to talk with Despairingstar.
Then without warning the tomcat raced forward, pelting quickly toward the leaders den. He would make her see his point. Then RiverClan would be forever clean of half breed kittypets and unloyal traitors!
Codeword: Polarbear
