Post by Snowstar on May 10, 2006 15:24:32 GMT -5
Name: Whitesky
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Whitesky's base, and most dominant color for his hide is a pale gray. A darker gray, odd flecks of ginger and ruddy brown are also on his pelt. From the base of his neck, running in an upturned triangle, to between his front legs is a patch of white fur that’s not soiled by any other color. The patch is heavily framed with a dark gray running off into stripes spanning his whole body. His striped legs end in pairs of white toes, giving him the appearance of being dipped into a white vat of toxic waste. His long tail is more or less a dark gray, but it appears to be a black. His face follows in the same color scheme as the rest of his body except that it is devoid of stripes apart from between his ears, and on the sides of his head. His head sports more ginger fur than other parts it running in a line above one eye, odd patches of cheeks and jowls, not to mention his whole snout encased in orange fur. His nose is outline in black fur and is a healthy peach. His ears are gray, but the insides are lined with white fur and odd tufts show. Above his eyes, in what could be called an eyebrow a few white whiskers sprout and from his jowls, the same, but in slightly increased numbers. His eyes are a green color supported by a drab yellow, surrounding the black pupil.
RP Example: Whitesky lounged around camp though not the least bit tired. He rolled onto his back looking directly up and the sky and the clouds slowly lumbering across it. He was meant to be tired and lazy on this day. The clouds said so, and the plants said so since they weren't moving... Or maybe that was due to the fact that there was no breeze. Well the dirt said so, he had put his ear to it and heard a voice say so from somewhere else...that had been interesting! He suddenly grinned; life was certainly interesting at the moment! The young tom stared up at the sky happily, his face beaming and watched a few birds flow past. As optimistic as he was, Whitesky silently thanked StarClan for the plentiful prey in the forest after the horrible and cold leaf-bare. Soft gray ears flickered, as a set of pure white paws set foot on the warm grass and Whitesky slowly picked himself off the ground. With consent from the deputy, the tom joyfully bolted off the plain, eager to catch more prey for the clan.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Siamese mix with Norwegian Forest cat
Personality: Whitesky can be described in very few words, "Childish" and "Optimistic" being the most prominent. He is a kit at heart despite being a Warrior, and is always led astray by endless curiosity. He has, so it seems, limitless optimism and is always looking on the bright side of life. Whitesky always speaks what’s on his mind and somehow never reckons its obscure in the particular situation. He does have a fuse though despite it being long, and you better watch out for that temper when it does pop up. Cats can usually find him lying around simply enjoying life or on a constant search for food. Though it may not seem like it Whitesky is living in reality and at times of need, or sometimes in times of no need...he can turn serious. His mind tends to simplify things greatly and anything overly complicated will go over his head, and he will then act freely. Overall he is a good friend and will do much for them, though his quirks can be annoying and make things slightly more tedious, sometimes.
History: Snowstep birthed him as Whitekit and his brother Flamekit, but in a time of lack of prey in WindClan. His motherm, not adequately nourished did not generate milk that was rich enough to sustain even two kits, and his brother Flamekit died. With only one kit to nourish the state of Snowstep's milk was just about sufficient and Whitekit went on to live barely knowing he had a brother. Only a few mangled and obscures memories of a distant scent and one or two tales from his late deceased mother is how he remembers him. He never knew his father, however Snowstep told him of his personality, her describing him as strong and brave, but even she did not know where he currently resides. Apprenticed as Whitepaw, he spent his time doing much what he had always been doing. Having fun, only this time he had a real ambition to strive for, which as most apprentices, was to become a warrior. During this time his attitude may have become slightly more serious and less optimistic under his realist mentor's instructions, but when his training time for apprentice had passed, and he was deemed Whitesky, he returned to his old ways. Shortly after being made a warrior, his mother passed away due to an illness, and after hearing no word of his father for his whole life, he is uninterested in him, not really wishing to meet him or communicate.
Codewords:
~Que tengas suerte!
~Masked
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 26 moons
Gender: Tom
Appearance: Whitesky's base, and most dominant color for his hide is a pale gray. A darker gray, odd flecks of ginger and ruddy brown are also on his pelt. From the base of his neck, running in an upturned triangle, to between his front legs is a patch of white fur that’s not soiled by any other color. The patch is heavily framed with a dark gray running off into stripes spanning his whole body. His striped legs end in pairs of white toes, giving him the appearance of being dipped into a white vat of toxic waste. His long tail is more or less a dark gray, but it appears to be a black. His face follows in the same color scheme as the rest of his body except that it is devoid of stripes apart from between his ears, and on the sides of his head. His head sports more ginger fur than other parts it running in a line above one eye, odd patches of cheeks and jowls, not to mention his whole snout encased in orange fur. His nose is outline in black fur and is a healthy peach. His ears are gray, but the insides are lined with white fur and odd tufts show. Above his eyes, in what could be called an eyebrow a few white whiskers sprout and from his jowls, the same, but in slightly increased numbers. His eyes are a green color supported by a drab yellow, surrounding the black pupil.
RP Example: Whitesky lounged around camp though not the least bit tired. He rolled onto his back looking directly up and the sky and the clouds slowly lumbering across it. He was meant to be tired and lazy on this day. The clouds said so, and the plants said so since they weren't moving... Or maybe that was due to the fact that there was no breeze. Well the dirt said so, he had put his ear to it and heard a voice say so from somewhere else...that had been interesting! He suddenly grinned; life was certainly interesting at the moment! The young tom stared up at the sky happily, his face beaming and watched a few birds flow past. As optimistic as he was, Whitesky silently thanked StarClan for the plentiful prey in the forest after the horrible and cold leaf-bare. Soft gray ears flickered, as a set of pure white paws set foot on the warm grass and Whitesky slowly picked himself off the ground. With consent from the deputy, the tom joyfully bolted off the plain, eager to catch more prey for the clan.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Siamese mix with Norwegian Forest cat
Personality: Whitesky can be described in very few words, "Childish" and "Optimistic" being the most prominent. He is a kit at heart despite being a Warrior, and is always led astray by endless curiosity. He has, so it seems, limitless optimism and is always looking on the bright side of life. Whitesky always speaks what’s on his mind and somehow never reckons its obscure in the particular situation. He does have a fuse though despite it being long, and you better watch out for that temper when it does pop up. Cats can usually find him lying around simply enjoying life or on a constant search for food. Though it may not seem like it Whitesky is living in reality and at times of need, or sometimes in times of no need...he can turn serious. His mind tends to simplify things greatly and anything overly complicated will go over his head, and he will then act freely. Overall he is a good friend and will do much for them, though his quirks can be annoying and make things slightly more tedious, sometimes.
History: Snowstep birthed him as Whitekit and his brother Flamekit, but in a time of lack of prey in WindClan. His motherm, not adequately nourished did not generate milk that was rich enough to sustain even two kits, and his brother Flamekit died. With only one kit to nourish the state of Snowstep's milk was just about sufficient and Whitekit went on to live barely knowing he had a brother. Only a few mangled and obscures memories of a distant scent and one or two tales from his late deceased mother is how he remembers him. He never knew his father, however Snowstep told him of his personality, her describing him as strong and brave, but even she did not know where he currently resides. Apprenticed as Whitepaw, he spent his time doing much what he had always been doing. Having fun, only this time he had a real ambition to strive for, which as most apprentices, was to become a warrior. During this time his attitude may have become slightly more serious and less optimistic under his realist mentor's instructions, but when his training time for apprentice had passed, and he was deemed Whitesky, he returned to his old ways. Shortly after being made a warrior, his mother passed away due to an illness, and after hearing no word of his father for his whole life, he is uninterested in him, not really wishing to meet him or communicate.
Codewords:
~Que tengas suerte!
~Masked
