Post by *~Angel~* on Nov 6, 2008 23:00:23 GMT -5
Name: Lionpelt
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Thick furred golden tom
Description: Lionpelt is a stocky built thick furred golden tom. His fur, like most forest cats, is short and coarse. He has dark hazel brown eyes w/ flecks of green in them. He has long-hooked claws, and an extremely long tail. Along with his long tail are his giant ears, with little tuffts at the ends. His muscles are well devoloped, and shows the moons of hard work. His worst scar, and most noticable would be the one that runs across his throat. His other scar are along his flank, ears, and muzzle.
Personality: Lionpelt is fiercly loyal, and doesn't like to be botherd by traitors. He wants to become the best cat in ThunderClan. He even has dreams of becoming deputy then leader some day. Though loyal he is ambitious, which clouds his judgement sometimes. Sadly enough Lionpelt doesn't always think before acting. He's very rash, which isn't a good thing. Luckily Lionpelt isn't always rash and he usually thinks things out before doing them. Its usually his temper that makes him do stupid things, or his ambitious nature. Its obvious he's a young warrior, and at times it seems he still has a lot to learn
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Lionpelt was born in the ThunderClan nursrey to a queen by the name of Leafbell. Though young she gave birth to four healthy kits. Lionpelt, his brother Tigerpaw, and his two sisters Panthersong and Leopardheart. Saddly though about four dawns before he was born his father was killed in a fight with rogues. Since then his mother has been pretty depreased and hasn't done much for herself. She has been putting all her time and energy into Lionpelt and his siblings. Luckily Lionpelt didn't worry too much about his mother, for being a young kit was too exciting. The first time he noticed was when his siblings and him wandered to far away from their mother at 3 moons when they'd gone for a walk. She became fiercly protective of them after that, and they were punished badly for hiding. After that everytime Lionpelt and Leopardheart, the most adventours of the kits, decided to do something that meant danger they were punished the worse. Not physically, or abusively. She just simply had them grabbing fresh kill for her, and not being able to play with the others. She wasn't trying to be mean, just trying to keep them safe. By the time the kits turned 5 moons they were all knew and understood discipline and listening to older cats. In a way some good came from her punishing them constantly, it taught them to respect the word of older cats. Soon his sixth moon came and went, and he was quickly learning how to become a warrior of ThunderClan. The moons passed simly, and without much problems until Lionpelt was 10 moons. At 10 moons Lionpelt got into a nasty border fight with ThunderClan, where he got the scar across his neck. Another apprentice had foolishly almost killed Lionpelt. Luckily the tom quickly recovered and resumed his apprentice training. Only last night did Lionpelt become a warrior, his siblings along with him. The only sibling that did not recieve his name was Tigerpaw, for the tom had been injured only the day before.
RoleplayingExample:
Lionpelt held his head high, his dark hazel-green eyes flashing happily. He was a warrior at last, no one could stop him now. He would become the best warrior in ThunderClan, become deputy and then leader. He could see it now.
"Lionstar! Lionstar! StarClan honors ThunderClans newest leader!" The Clan roared around him, their pelts pressing agaisnt his wiry body. Lionstar raised his head, flicking his tail for quiet so he could speak to his Clan. With a bunch of his muscles he leapt upon the High ledge.
"Cats of ThunderClan!" He yowled, his voice booming across the sheltered camp. Cats glanced up at him with an expression of awe and courage. "I'm glad that you all accept me as leader, and I promise you that I well make ThunderClan great again!" Lionstar looked down smugly as the cats of his clan yowled their agreement and happiness to the leader of ThunderClan.
Suddenly a cat nudged him sharply, shaking him sharply from his daydream. For a moment Lionpelt almost forgot that he was not to speak during his vigil as he rounded angrilly on his sister Leopardheart. She glared back, her eyes challenging. With an effort Lionpelt made his fur lay flat, and forced himself to swallow the words that had almost escaped from his mouth. He was deeply tempted to claw that stupid she-cat's ear off. Instead he turned his back on her with an angry grunt, watching the entrance to camp instead. Stupid she-cat! Always thinks she's the boss of everything! I'll show her, when I'm leader she'll have to listen to ME!
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Panthersong
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Long-legged black she-cat w/ dark blue eyes.
Description: Beautiful long-limbed black she-cat with dark blue eyes. Panthersong has long sleek fur, unlike most forest cats. Her ears are tiny and small, and her tail is long like her brothers. Also like her brother she has long-hooked front claws, but her back ones are tiny. Still deadly though. Though beautiful she does have some nasty scars. One running from down her muzzle, while another nasty one curls down her chest.
Personality: Panthersong is a gentle loving she-cat. She cares more than anything for her Clanmates, and doesn't want to lose anyone of them. Though kindhearted and certaintly gentle she does have a temper. When it comes to taking care of rogue cats, invaders or anyone who is threatening ThunderClan she is a fierce opponent. Unlike her brother Lionpelt she only simply wants to serve her Clan to the fullest. She doesn't ever expect to become anything but a warrior for her Clanmates, and she's ok with that.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Panthersong was born in ThunderClan to a she-cat named Leafbell and a tomcat named Blackheart. She had three other siblings by the names of Lionpelt, Leopardheart, and Tigerpaw. Though her father died awhile before she was born Pantersong grew fairly peacfully. She got in trouble every now and then, like most kits do. Though her worst was the expedtion her and her siblings had when she was only 3 moons. Howerver after that Panthersong was determind to listen to her elders, and the warriors before doing anything so rash and stupid. She grew up smartly, and watched as her siblings got in trouble time and time again. Mostly Leopardheart and her brother Lionpelt. Finally when she turned six moons Panthersong become an apprentice, and a well respected one at that. She was very popular with her Clanmates. As she grew older Panthersong learned quickly, and efficently. She was in many fights when ThunderClan went to rescue RiverClan and WindClan once. She loves fighting with her Clan, and in the end that was what earned her warrior name. At 12 moons old some rogues invade the territory. Along with her three siblings she fiercly attacked the rogues, sending many of them screaming out of the territory. Sadly though Tigerpaw was badly injured in the battle and his siblings were made warriors before him. Panthersong does feel bad about that, but it was only the other day.
RoleplayingExample:
Panthersong felt excitment ripple through her body as she licked her leaders shoulder respectuflly. A warrior at last! She felt so proud and happy for her siblings, and happy that ThunderClan could expect the best of her. She would protect it with her life.
"Congrats Panthersong, Lionpelt, Leopardheart." A voice rasped behind her. Guilt washed through her body quickly as she turned to face her giant brother. His ginger pelt rippling as he limped over to them. Though he was obviously happy for his siblings, pain and envy were easy to detect in his amber eyes. Reaching out to comfort him Panthersong gently licked her brothers shoulder.
"You'll be with us soon." She murmured softly, then clamped her mouth shut when she remember she shouldn't be speaking. Tigerpaw's envy faded quickly to be replaced with amusement. With a laugh the injured tom flicked his sisters ear with his tail, rolling his eyes.
"You already forgot about the vigil." He purred, his laughter growing louder as she glared angrilly at him. "Well I better hobble back to the Medicinecats den before I get more beat up." Panthersong smiled thankfully at him and watched with a pang as her brother limped painfully back to where the medcat was waiting. How long would it take for her brother to join them as warriors, would he ever become a warrior? Of course! Why am I being so stupid! This is nothing like the story of Cinderpelt or Brightheart....and even then Brightheart became a warrior.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Leopardheart
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Golden spotted she-cat.
Description: Leopardheart is a small golden spotted tabby she-cat w/ beautiful emerald green eyes. Though small compared to some her siblings she has well built muscles and is extremely quick on her feet. Unlike her siblings Panthersong and Lionpelt she has a medium length tail and somewhat large ears. However her claws are just as long and sharp as them. Because of her age Leopardheart as many battle scars. Most of which are along her flanks and muzzle. Her worst scar runs across her belly fur, but its well hidden by her short coarse fur.
Personality: Leopardheart is a very sharp tongued she-cat, who well fight for what she belives in. She has strong feelings about her loyality to ThunderClan and would do anything for them. Though sharp tongued shes a wonderful cat to have on your side. She fights wonderfully, and would protect anyone like a queen protects her kits. Even with her nasty temper, and quick retorts she has a softness about her. Something that none of her clanmates, beside her siblings know about. Leopardheart is also very adventours and curious, which tend to get her in trouble a lot of the time. But it also helps.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Leopardheart was born in Thunderclan to a tom named Blackheart and a she-cat named Leafbell. Sadly her father was killed by rogues before her and her siblings were even born. However her mother was blessed with four strong healthy kits. Leopardheart(herself), Panthersong, Tigerpaw and Lionpelt. Though her mother loved each of her kits the same, she seemed to be very protective of Panthersong. The more gentle of the group. In the time that they were growing up Leopardheart felt rejected and evnvious of her sister so she began to disobey her mother. She wondered often, and got into mischeif everywhich way she turned. Many of the Clan thought she wouldn't make it past kithood. Her and her brother Lionpelt explored all the time, and endured their punishment without a sound. At 5 moons both Lionpelt and Leopardheart had shaped up, no longer exploring and taunting their mother. Leopardheart's jeolousy faded and she began to prove to her mother how strong she could be. By the time Leopardheart had become a warrior her mother explained why she didn't feel she needed to protect her. She was strong, and knew Leopardheart would pull through. Saying that helped Leopardheart build a determined, soft side to her nature. Though she never usually used it around other cats. By the time she became a warrior(Yesterday), she was known as the most sharp tongued cat around. However, she was well respected and many cats looked up to her.
RoleplayingExample:
The frosty air stung a golden spotted she-cat's nose. She drew in her breath and then let it out again, watching as it formed a little cloud. It had snowed last night, and the day before. Soon leaf-bare would be here, as it was already snowing. With a purr the she-cat looked up at the night sky, watching the stars in silverpelt. She was a warrior now, among the best in the Clan. She no longer had to do apprentices duties. She was known as Leopardheart, not Leopardpaw anymore.
Suddenly her brother Lionpelt drew a soft gasp of pleasure, causing Leopardheart and her sister to glance over curiously at him. Annoyance flared when she realized he was daydreaming rather than guarding the camp as they should be. Not that she wasn't really doing much better. With a roll of her eyes toward Panthersong she quickly prodded the tomcat sharply in the side with her paw. He jerked around to glare at her, opening his mouth as if to say something.
Panthersong shook her head at her brother, but there was no need. Leopardheart was glaring at him, her emerald orbs flashing as they bore into his hazel ones. With a grunt Lionpelt turned away from her, listening instead to the sounds of forest. Good. She thought smugly turning her face back to the stars. With a sigh the she-cat ignored the cold, it was worth it after all.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Tigerpaw
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Huge orange tabby tom and black stripes w/ amber eyes.
Description: Tigerpaw is a huge orange tabby tom with odd black stripes like a tiger. Hence his name. He has dark amber brown eyes, that can't hide what he's feeling. With his long limbs and his burly size Tigerpaw tends to tower above many cats. His muscles are well developed and give off an air of strength to him. Tigerpaw has large ears, like his brother Lionpelt, and a long stripped tail. Though he's fought many battles, like his siblings, it seems he doesn't have as many scars. The most noticable is his scarred muzzle, and a nasty silver colored one that curves over his right eye.
Personality: Oddly Tigerpaw seems very wise for his age. He understands a lot of the world like a leader, or a senior warrior. He thinks before acting, and always makes sure whatever he is doing doesn't affect his Clanmates in a bad way. Unless of course he has no choice. He's wonderful at fighting, and loves protecting his Clan. He also loves sparing with his siblings. He gets jelous easily, especially when his siblings had their warrior cermony. Though he knows for a fact that his isn't far off. Sadly Tigerpaw cannot hide his emotions, every cat can read him like a book. Most emotions well play across his face, giving anyone and idea of what he's feeling like that day.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw was born in TC to a she-cat by the name of Leafbell and a tomcat named Blackheart. He had three other littermates. Two sisters- Panthersong and Leopardheart- and one brother-Lionpelt. Though Tigerpaw never met his father Blackheart he wishes he did. Unlike his siblings he thinks he would have been good friends with the prickle warrior. After all his mother claimed he was a lot like Leopardheart and Lionpelt mixed. He got along well with them. Luckily Tigerpaw grew up quickly and peacfully. He usually never strayed to far from his mother, and always let Lionpelt and Leopardheart do as they pleased. He'd learned quickly enough that you don't mess with those two when they have their minds set on something. Quickly enough Tigerpaw became an apprentice with his siblings. He learned swiflty and proved to his mentor that he was wise and understanding. Soon enough Tigerpaw passed his siblings in training and it seemed he would be the first of the four to become a warrior. However at 12 moons, only one day ago rogues attacked ThunderClan. Tigerpaw and his siblings fought with the strength of StarClan but sadly Tigerpaw was injured badly during the fight. He lost conscioucness and was carried back to the medicinecats den. When he woke he learned that he'd lost a lot of blood from a belly wound. He wasn't aloud to leave the medcat den. When he learned his siblings were getting their warrior ceremony that night Tigerpaw felt horrible and envious. Ignoring the Medcats order he left and watched the ceremony, he at least had to be there for his siblings. Soon enough Panthersong, like always, made him feel better. After congradulating them he quickly went back to the den. He's currently there now, resting up. After he's done resting he knows he well get his warrior ceremony.
RoleplayingExample:
With a fierce yowl Tigerpaw flung himself at the scrawny rogue, his teeth barred furiously. "Fox dung!" He screeched swiping his claws swiftly down the tabby's side. The tom hissed and twisted his teeth gripping Tigerpaw's throat with deadly accuracy. Tigerpaw pushed up with his hindpaws, digging into his opponents soft belly until the tom shrieked with agony and bolted away.
"Lionpaw!" Pantherpaw yowled flinging herself into a bundle of cats. Tigerpaw didn't have time to see if his siblings was alright for he suddenly felt a sharp pain lance up his leg. With a growl he spun, his claws scoring a she-cat on the nose. The she-cat jerked back with a hiss before she leaped forward. Tigerpaw reared grappiling with the she-cat until both cats slipped to the forest floor.
"I hope ThunderClan drowns in blood!" The she-cat snarled, baring her teeth. Tigerpaw swiped at her, but he missed. Suddenly he was unbalanced and in an instant the she-cat had a good hold on him. With a cry of victory she dug her sharp claws into his soft belly. Tigerpaw yowled in agony, trying without success to pull away from her. His eyes rolled.
"Help!" He gasped, catching sight of mentor. The huge tom spun, his black pelt rippling, his coal black eyes wide with fury. With a screech he threw himself at the she-cat, shoving her back from Tigerpaw.
"Get out of ThunderClan territory!" Nightstorm snarled clamping his jaws on the she-cats hindleg. With a screech of agony she ripped away, bolting for the border. Tigerpaw struggled to his paws, and then watched as the world swayed around him. Suddenly he was jostled and thrown back into a pool of blood. His blood. With a gasp of pain Tigerpaw looked down at his soaked belly fur watching as thick sticky blood poured from the wound. "Tigerpaw!" His mentor was standing above him a mixture of pain and surprise mingling across his face. He bent down, reaching to grasp the tom's scruff when a rogue barrled into his side. Tigerpaw trembled as Nightstorm fell on him. He felt agony ripple in his body and he could not hold in the agonized cry of pain.
"Tigerpaw!" Tigerpaw could not respond, for a moment he was blinded by a white hot flash of pain and then the world went dark.
Codeword: Polarbear
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Thick furred golden tom
Description: Lionpelt is a stocky built thick furred golden tom. His fur, like most forest cats, is short and coarse. He has dark hazel brown eyes w/ flecks of green in them. He has long-hooked claws, and an extremely long tail. Along with his long tail are his giant ears, with little tuffts at the ends. His muscles are well devoloped, and shows the moons of hard work. His worst scar, and most noticable would be the one that runs across his throat. His other scar are along his flank, ears, and muzzle.
Personality: Lionpelt is fiercly loyal, and doesn't like to be botherd by traitors. He wants to become the best cat in ThunderClan. He even has dreams of becoming deputy then leader some day. Though loyal he is ambitious, which clouds his judgement sometimes. Sadly enough Lionpelt doesn't always think before acting. He's very rash, which isn't a good thing. Luckily Lionpelt isn't always rash and he usually thinks things out before doing them. Its usually his temper that makes him do stupid things, or his ambitious nature. Its obvious he's a young warrior, and at times it seems he still has a lot to learn
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Lionpelt was born in the ThunderClan nursrey to a queen by the name of Leafbell. Though young she gave birth to four healthy kits. Lionpelt, his brother Tigerpaw, and his two sisters Panthersong and Leopardheart. Saddly though about four dawns before he was born his father was killed in a fight with rogues. Since then his mother has been pretty depreased and hasn't done much for herself. She has been putting all her time and energy into Lionpelt and his siblings. Luckily Lionpelt didn't worry too much about his mother, for being a young kit was too exciting. The first time he noticed was when his siblings and him wandered to far away from their mother at 3 moons when they'd gone for a walk. She became fiercly protective of them after that, and they were punished badly for hiding. After that everytime Lionpelt and Leopardheart, the most adventours of the kits, decided to do something that meant danger they were punished the worse. Not physically, or abusively. She just simply had them grabbing fresh kill for her, and not being able to play with the others. She wasn't trying to be mean, just trying to keep them safe. By the time the kits turned 5 moons they were all knew and understood discipline and listening to older cats. In a way some good came from her punishing them constantly, it taught them to respect the word of older cats. Soon his sixth moon came and went, and he was quickly learning how to become a warrior of ThunderClan. The moons passed simly, and without much problems until Lionpelt was 10 moons. At 10 moons Lionpelt got into a nasty border fight with ThunderClan, where he got the scar across his neck. Another apprentice had foolishly almost killed Lionpelt. Luckily the tom quickly recovered and resumed his apprentice training. Only last night did Lionpelt become a warrior, his siblings along with him. The only sibling that did not recieve his name was Tigerpaw, for the tom had been injured only the day before.
RoleplayingExample:
Lionpelt held his head high, his dark hazel-green eyes flashing happily. He was a warrior at last, no one could stop him now. He would become the best warrior in ThunderClan, become deputy and then leader. He could see it now.
"Lionstar! Lionstar! StarClan honors ThunderClans newest leader!" The Clan roared around him, their pelts pressing agaisnt his wiry body. Lionstar raised his head, flicking his tail for quiet so he could speak to his Clan. With a bunch of his muscles he leapt upon the High ledge.
"Cats of ThunderClan!" He yowled, his voice booming across the sheltered camp. Cats glanced up at him with an expression of awe and courage. "I'm glad that you all accept me as leader, and I promise you that I well make ThunderClan great again!" Lionstar looked down smugly as the cats of his clan yowled their agreement and happiness to the leader of ThunderClan.
Suddenly a cat nudged him sharply, shaking him sharply from his daydream. For a moment Lionpelt almost forgot that he was not to speak during his vigil as he rounded angrilly on his sister Leopardheart. She glared back, her eyes challenging. With an effort Lionpelt made his fur lay flat, and forced himself to swallow the words that had almost escaped from his mouth. He was deeply tempted to claw that stupid she-cat's ear off. Instead he turned his back on her with an angry grunt, watching the entrance to camp instead. Stupid she-cat! Always thinks she's the boss of everything! I'll show her, when I'm leader she'll have to listen to ME!
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Panthersong
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Long-legged black she-cat w/ dark blue eyes.
Description: Beautiful long-limbed black she-cat with dark blue eyes. Panthersong has long sleek fur, unlike most forest cats. Her ears are tiny and small, and her tail is long like her brothers. Also like her brother she has long-hooked front claws, but her back ones are tiny. Still deadly though. Though beautiful she does have some nasty scars. One running from down her muzzle, while another nasty one curls down her chest.
Personality: Panthersong is a gentle loving she-cat. She cares more than anything for her Clanmates, and doesn't want to lose anyone of them. Though kindhearted and certaintly gentle she does have a temper. When it comes to taking care of rogue cats, invaders or anyone who is threatening ThunderClan she is a fierce opponent. Unlike her brother Lionpelt she only simply wants to serve her Clan to the fullest. She doesn't ever expect to become anything but a warrior for her Clanmates, and she's ok with that.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Panthersong was born in ThunderClan to a she-cat named Leafbell and a tomcat named Blackheart. She had three other siblings by the names of Lionpelt, Leopardheart, and Tigerpaw. Though her father died awhile before she was born Pantersong grew fairly peacfully. She got in trouble every now and then, like most kits do. Though her worst was the expedtion her and her siblings had when she was only 3 moons. Howerver after that Panthersong was determind to listen to her elders, and the warriors before doing anything so rash and stupid. She grew up smartly, and watched as her siblings got in trouble time and time again. Mostly Leopardheart and her brother Lionpelt. Finally when she turned six moons Panthersong become an apprentice, and a well respected one at that. She was very popular with her Clanmates. As she grew older Panthersong learned quickly, and efficently. She was in many fights when ThunderClan went to rescue RiverClan and WindClan once. She loves fighting with her Clan, and in the end that was what earned her warrior name. At 12 moons old some rogues invade the territory. Along with her three siblings she fiercly attacked the rogues, sending many of them screaming out of the territory. Sadly though Tigerpaw was badly injured in the battle and his siblings were made warriors before him. Panthersong does feel bad about that, but it was only the other day.
RoleplayingExample:
Panthersong felt excitment ripple through her body as she licked her leaders shoulder respectuflly. A warrior at last! She felt so proud and happy for her siblings, and happy that ThunderClan could expect the best of her. She would protect it with her life.
"Congrats Panthersong, Lionpelt, Leopardheart." A voice rasped behind her. Guilt washed through her body quickly as she turned to face her giant brother. His ginger pelt rippling as he limped over to them. Though he was obviously happy for his siblings, pain and envy were easy to detect in his amber eyes. Reaching out to comfort him Panthersong gently licked her brothers shoulder.
"You'll be with us soon." She murmured softly, then clamped her mouth shut when she remember she shouldn't be speaking. Tigerpaw's envy faded quickly to be replaced with amusement. With a laugh the injured tom flicked his sisters ear with his tail, rolling his eyes.
"You already forgot about the vigil." He purred, his laughter growing louder as she glared angrilly at him. "Well I better hobble back to the Medicinecats den before I get more beat up." Panthersong smiled thankfully at him and watched with a pang as her brother limped painfully back to where the medcat was waiting. How long would it take for her brother to join them as warriors, would he ever become a warrior? Of course! Why am I being so stupid! This is nothing like the story of Cinderpelt or Brightheart....and even then Brightheart became a warrior.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Leopardheart
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrioress
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Golden spotted she-cat.
Description: Leopardheart is a small golden spotted tabby she-cat w/ beautiful emerald green eyes. Though small compared to some her siblings she has well built muscles and is extremely quick on her feet. Unlike her siblings Panthersong and Lionpelt she has a medium length tail and somewhat large ears. However her claws are just as long and sharp as them. Because of her age Leopardheart as many battle scars. Most of which are along her flanks and muzzle. Her worst scar runs across her belly fur, but its well hidden by her short coarse fur.
Personality: Leopardheart is a very sharp tongued she-cat, who well fight for what she belives in. She has strong feelings about her loyality to ThunderClan and would do anything for them. Though sharp tongued shes a wonderful cat to have on your side. She fights wonderfully, and would protect anyone like a queen protects her kits. Even with her nasty temper, and quick retorts she has a softness about her. Something that none of her clanmates, beside her siblings know about. Leopardheart is also very adventours and curious, which tend to get her in trouble a lot of the time. But it also helps.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw- Brother, alive
Leopardheart was born in Thunderclan to a tom named Blackheart and a she-cat named Leafbell. Sadly her father was killed by rogues before her and her siblings were even born. However her mother was blessed with four strong healthy kits. Leopardheart(herself), Panthersong, Tigerpaw and Lionpelt. Though her mother loved each of her kits the same, she seemed to be very protective of Panthersong. The more gentle of the group. In the time that they were growing up Leopardheart felt rejected and evnvious of her sister so she began to disobey her mother. She wondered often, and got into mischeif everywhich way she turned. Many of the Clan thought she wouldn't make it past kithood. Her and her brother Lionpelt explored all the time, and endured their punishment without a sound. At 5 moons both Lionpelt and Leopardheart had shaped up, no longer exploring and taunting their mother. Leopardheart's jeolousy faded and she began to prove to her mother how strong she could be. By the time Leopardheart had become a warrior her mother explained why she didn't feel she needed to protect her. She was strong, and knew Leopardheart would pull through. Saying that helped Leopardheart build a determined, soft side to her nature. Though she never usually used it around other cats. By the time she became a warrior(Yesterday), she was known as the most sharp tongued cat around. However, she was well respected and many cats looked up to her.
RoleplayingExample:
The frosty air stung a golden spotted she-cat's nose. She drew in her breath and then let it out again, watching as it formed a little cloud. It had snowed last night, and the day before. Soon leaf-bare would be here, as it was already snowing. With a purr the she-cat looked up at the night sky, watching the stars in silverpelt. She was a warrior now, among the best in the Clan. She no longer had to do apprentices duties. She was known as Leopardheart, not Leopardpaw anymore.
Suddenly her brother Lionpelt drew a soft gasp of pleasure, causing Leopardheart and her sister to glance over curiously at him. Annoyance flared when she realized he was daydreaming rather than guarding the camp as they should be. Not that she wasn't really doing much better. With a roll of her eyes toward Panthersong she quickly prodded the tomcat sharply in the side with her paw. He jerked around to glare at her, opening his mouth as if to say something.
Panthersong shook her head at her brother, but there was no need. Leopardheart was glaring at him, her emerald orbs flashing as they bore into his hazel ones. With a grunt Lionpelt turned away from her, listening instead to the sounds of forest. Good. She thought smugly turning her face back to the stars. With a sigh the she-cat ignored the cold, it was worth it after all.
Codeword: Polarbear
Name: Tigerpaw
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: TC
Short-Description: Huge orange tabby tom and black stripes w/ amber eyes.
Description: Tigerpaw is a huge orange tabby tom with odd black stripes like a tiger. Hence his name. He has dark amber brown eyes, that can't hide what he's feeling. With his long limbs and his burly size Tigerpaw tends to tower above many cats. His muscles are well developed and give off an air of strength to him. Tigerpaw has large ears, like his brother Lionpelt, and a long stripped tail. Though he's fought many battles, like his siblings, it seems he doesn't have as many scars. The most noticable is his scarred muzzle, and a nasty silver colored one that curves over his right eye.
Personality: Oddly Tigerpaw seems very wise for his age. He understands a lot of the world like a leader, or a senior warrior. He thinks before acting, and always makes sure whatever he is doing doesn't affect his Clanmates in a bad way. Unless of course he has no choice. He's wonderful at fighting, and loves protecting his Clan. He also loves sparing with his siblings. He gets jelous easily, especially when his siblings had their warrior cermony. Though he knows for a fact that his isn't far off. Sadly Tigerpaw cannot hide his emotions, every cat can read him like a book. Most emotions well play across his face, giving anyone and idea of what he's feeling like that day.
History: Leafbell- Mother, alive
Blackheart- Father, deceased
Lionpelt- Brother, alive
Panthersong- Sister, alive
Leopardheart- Sister, alive
Tigerpaw was born in TC to a she-cat by the name of Leafbell and a tomcat named Blackheart. He had three other littermates. Two sisters- Panthersong and Leopardheart- and one brother-Lionpelt. Though Tigerpaw never met his father Blackheart he wishes he did. Unlike his siblings he thinks he would have been good friends with the prickle warrior. After all his mother claimed he was a lot like Leopardheart and Lionpelt mixed. He got along well with them. Luckily Tigerpaw grew up quickly and peacfully. He usually never strayed to far from his mother, and always let Lionpelt and Leopardheart do as they pleased. He'd learned quickly enough that you don't mess with those two when they have their minds set on something. Quickly enough Tigerpaw became an apprentice with his siblings. He learned swiflty and proved to his mentor that he was wise and understanding. Soon enough Tigerpaw passed his siblings in training and it seemed he would be the first of the four to become a warrior. However at 12 moons, only one day ago rogues attacked ThunderClan. Tigerpaw and his siblings fought with the strength of StarClan but sadly Tigerpaw was injured badly during the fight. He lost conscioucness and was carried back to the medicinecats den. When he woke he learned that he'd lost a lot of blood from a belly wound. He wasn't aloud to leave the medcat den. When he learned his siblings were getting their warrior ceremony that night Tigerpaw felt horrible and envious. Ignoring the Medcats order he left and watched the ceremony, he at least had to be there for his siblings. Soon enough Panthersong, like always, made him feel better. After congradulating them he quickly went back to the den. He's currently there now, resting up. After he's done resting he knows he well get his warrior ceremony.
RoleplayingExample:
With a fierce yowl Tigerpaw flung himself at the scrawny rogue, his teeth barred furiously. "Fox dung!" He screeched swiping his claws swiftly down the tabby's side. The tom hissed and twisted his teeth gripping Tigerpaw's throat with deadly accuracy. Tigerpaw pushed up with his hindpaws, digging into his opponents soft belly until the tom shrieked with agony and bolted away.
"Lionpaw!" Pantherpaw yowled flinging herself into a bundle of cats. Tigerpaw didn't have time to see if his siblings was alright for he suddenly felt a sharp pain lance up his leg. With a growl he spun, his claws scoring a she-cat on the nose. The she-cat jerked back with a hiss before she leaped forward. Tigerpaw reared grappiling with the she-cat until both cats slipped to the forest floor.
"I hope ThunderClan drowns in blood!" The she-cat snarled, baring her teeth. Tigerpaw swiped at her, but he missed. Suddenly he was unbalanced and in an instant the she-cat had a good hold on him. With a cry of victory she dug her sharp claws into his soft belly. Tigerpaw yowled in agony, trying without success to pull away from her. His eyes rolled.
"Help!" He gasped, catching sight of mentor. The huge tom spun, his black pelt rippling, his coal black eyes wide with fury. With a screech he threw himself at the she-cat, shoving her back from Tigerpaw.
"Get out of ThunderClan territory!" Nightstorm snarled clamping his jaws on the she-cats hindleg. With a screech of agony she ripped away, bolting for the border. Tigerpaw struggled to his paws, and then watched as the world swayed around him. Suddenly he was jostled and thrown back into a pool of blood. His blood. With a gasp of pain Tigerpaw looked down at his soaked belly fur watching as thick sticky blood poured from the wound. "Tigerpaw!" His mentor was standing above him a mixture of pain and surprise mingling across his face. He bent down, reaching to grasp the tom's scruff when a rogue barrled into his side. Tigerpaw trembled as Nightstorm fell on him. He felt agony ripple in his body and he could not hold in the agonized cry of pain.
"Tigerpaw!" Tigerpaw could not respond, for a moment he was blinded by a white hot flash of pain and then the world went dark.
Codeword: Polarbear
