Post by flamingstar on Apr 28, 2006 14:37:03 GMT -5
Name: Whitenight
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: Seventeen Moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Whitenight takes on a look like one of her sisters, Polar Shard. All white covers her fluffed figure; except for a small dose of grey is there too. On the left side of her head, a patch of light grey lays under Whitenight’s ear, giving her a look of mischievousness. This isn’t helping her known reputation: sly as a fox. Her eyes are very much like her sister Polor Shards; her left, a deep blue color, her right on the other hand, is a misty blue.
RP Example: Whitenight was washing her white and gray pelt when she heard a small rustling. She opened her mouth to scent what it was and she quickly recognized it as a plump rabbit. Instantly she dropped down low and slunk through the frosted grass in pursuit of it. Such a big rabbit would be greatly appreciated in leafbare. Just as she was about to pounce on it she smelled a different scent. Eagle! Suddenly a massive eagle came swooping down and lifted the rabbit. Not wanting to loose her big catch she clawed at the eagle causing it to drop the frightened rabbit on to her. With a smile of satisfaction she picked up the rabbit and sad to herselfThat eagel probably won't come back. Then she padded proudly back to camp.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Mix of Ragdoll and Norwegian Forest Cat
Personality: Like all of the family, this ShadowClan Warrior took on a trait the sticks out above all. Whitenight is a sleek she-cat with an out going personality. She can sometimes be out spoken, and tends to mess about with the Warrior Code. Out of all of her siblings; Polar Shard, Stormpelt and Snowfur, she is most likely to be punished for rule breaking.
History: Whitenight was born within WindClan. But soon she moved the her fathers Clan. Iceheart, her unbearably sweet mother, and Stormtail, her loyal father, raised her and her siblings for immeasurable years. However, they were separate.
Iceheart, a Clan cat of WindClan, and her father, of ShadowClan, met at a Gathering, quite in their youth. The two chatted happily through the whole thing, becoming, slowly but surely, united by love. Coming from two different Clans however, caused a problem.
Often Stormtail would sneak over to WindClan, to see his beloved friend, becoming more and more attached. They stayed out late, loving by night, hating by day, due to their unlikely boundaries. Both Leaders became aware of their weariness during the daytime.
It wasn’t before long that Iceheart was pregnant with kits. Stormtail was thrilled, but unsure of just how to raise the soon-to-be born kits. They finally settled that they would be raised in WindClan, the Clan of their mother. All too soon, the kits were born.
Stormkit, named after his father, Snowkit, Polarkit and Whitekit came into the lives of Iceheart and Stormtail, filling them both with more love then thought possible. The kit’s were raised, knowing full well where their father was, visiting him every other night, speaking with him at Gatherings when they came of age. Despite their troubles, it worked well.
It wasn’t until their young could start forming lives of their own, did they decide to join their father, tired of only seeing one parent regularly. All loved their mother, it hurt for each of them to leave, but they wanted to learn more about Stormtail; something they couldn’t do as it stood.
Whitepaw, having gained her apprentice name, was one who went with her father. Whitepaw was happy, but she missed her mother and sister dearly.
Moons passed and the only contact they had became Gathering’s, for neither wanted any unnecessary questions arising. Whitepaw gained her warrior name, Whitenight, having successfully filled her training, as well as her siblings. She now addressed them as Stormpelt, Snowfur and Polor Shard. And all too soon, her world came crashing down.
Iceheart, her dear mother, passed away, suffering from GreenCough. All of her family was deeply affected. Stormtail was finally force to reveal her family’s secret, needing some reason to be able to be allowed on their camp to morn. None were punished, the leader having been affected by Iceheart’s death as much as the rest. Stormtail and all their kids were granted permission to speak with Polar Shard at night hours, seeing how she was left alone now, but none of her family willing to return to their dead mother’s Clan, Whitenight tried to make Polor Shard come live in ShadowClan, but she wouldn't.
Having suffered a great deal, things, she thought, couldn’t get worse. This proved false. Her father passed away the following year. All of her family were allowed to morn, but then finally forced to have Shard return to her own Clan, her brothers and sisters forced to remain where they had lived for so long. Grief pained the following moons of Whitenight's life, but at least she had Snowfur, and Stormpelt, non like Polor Shard. Now they're all trying to forget all about that, but they can't. Whitenight misses Polor Shard, but she sometimes can see her by the borders or at gatherings.
Codewords: Ziek & Anicent Ways
Name: Stormpelt
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: Seventeen Moons
Gender: Male
Appearance: Stormpelt is fluffier then his sister, Polar Shard, which is saying something. Having gained his father’s name in memory, he also acquired his stunning good looks. This tom is a white pelted cat with a bit of black patching his head. The darker color spreads between and over his ears, and also has a spot around his black nose. Contributing to this, he makes up for his lack of color in his eyes. True he has the same colored eyes, but they feature a beautiful yellow stare, penetrating any who glance his way. Like most in his family, Stormpelt can memorize any she-cat.
RP Example: Stormpelt padded slowly, yet eagerly, toward the edge of the rivers waves, watching as the water flowed upon it self, the breeze making him shiver. However, the sun was slowly setting, making his brilliant plan to play in the river start to loose faith. He shrugged that off, knowing fish lay near the bottom.
“I think I’ll stay on shore,” Snowfur’s voice came, breaking into his train of thought. "Yeah me too," Whitenight meowed as she watched Snowfur. “Suit your selves,” he answered, leaping into the cold water.
Instantly his fur became drenched and weighed him down, but he didn’t really care. Playing in the river was one of his favorite past times, even if every other cat thought of it as strange. As kits, they’d always meet Stormtail, his father, down at the River. It was the only place they could do so and not have their sent reflect other clan boundaries.
His head bobbed back above the water, his paws passing easily threw the waves, but keeping him in place. After years of swimming, the power of the waves wasn’t too hard to fight.
Snowfur and Whitenight were visible near the edge, lying down with there forepaws tucked underneath them. They smiled vaguely, but he could tell it was out of acting; they weren't really looking at him; they was looking past him: a warning. Trying not to make it too obvious he was doing so, Stormpelt spun around, trying to identify what his sisters was looking at.
He silently cursed Polar Shard.
She was sitting silently and hidden on the other side of the river.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Mix of Ragdoll and Norwegian Forest Cat
Personality: Looks aren’t the only thing that this ShadowClan Warrior gained. Like Stormtail, his father before him, Stormpelt can fight intensely to the death. Luckily, is hasn’t come to that yet. However, he fights as though StarClan is self watches over him, guiding him to the precise move that will make the final blow. He is, however, sweet at heart. The cat can put on the 'tough' act, but deep inside he has his own fears, each of which he is faced with everyday. And like everyday, he overcome's another one.
History: Stormpelt was born within WindClan. But soon he moved the his fathers Clan. Iceheart, his unbearably sweet mother, and Stormtail, his loyal father, raised him and his siblings for immeasurable years. However, they were separate.
Iceheart, a Clan cat of WindClan, and Stormpelt's father, of ShadowClan, met at a Gathering, quite in their youth. The two chatted happily through the whole thing, becoming, slowly but surely, united by love. Coming from two different Clans however, caused a problem.
Often Stormtail would sneak over to WindClan, to see his beloved friend, becoming more and more attached. They stayed out late, loving by night, hating by day, due to their unlikely boundaries. Both Leaders became aware of their weariness during the daytime.
It wasn’t before long that Iceheart was pregnant with kits. Stormtail was thrilled, but unsure of just how to raise the soon-to-be born kits. They finally settled that they would be raised in WindClan, the Clan of their mother. All too soon, the kits were born.
Stormkit, named after his father, Snowkit, Polarkit and Whitekit came into the lives of Iceheart and Stormtail, filling them both with more love then thought possible. The kit’s were raised, knowing full well where their father was, visiting him every other night, speaking with him at Gatherings when they came of age. Despite their troubles, it worked well.
It wasn’t until their young could start forming lives of their own, did they decide to join their father, tired of only seeing one parent regularly. All loved their mother, it hurt for each of them to leave, but they wanted to learn more about Stormtail; something they couldn’t do as it stood.
Stormpaw, having gained his apprentice name, was one who went with his father. He was happy, but he missed his mother and sister dearly.
Moons passed and the only contact they had became Gathering’s, for neither wanted any unnecessary questions arising. Stormpaw gained his warrior name, Stormpelt, having successfully filled his training, as well as his siblings. He now addressed them as Snowfur, Whitenight and Polor Shard. And all too soon, his world came crashing down.
Iceheart, Stormpelt's dear mother, passed away, suffering from GreenCough. All of his family was deeply affected. Stormtail was finally force to reveal their family’s secret, needing some reason to be able to be allowed on their camp to morn. None were punished, the leader having been affected by Iceheart’s death as much as the rest. Stormtail and all their kids were granted permission to speak with Polar Shard at night hours, seeing how she was left alone now, but none of his family willing to return to their dead mother’s Clan, Whitenight tried to make Polor Shard come live in ShadowClan, but she wouldn't.
Having suffered a great deal, things, Stormpelt thought, couldn’t get worse. This proved false. His father passed away the following year. All of his family were allowed to morn, but then finally forced to have Shard return to her own Clan, her brothers and sisters forced to remain where they had lived for so long. Grief pained the following moons of Stormpelt's life, but at least he had Whitenight, and Snowfur, non like Polor Shard. Now they're all trying to forget all about that, but they can't. Stormpelt doesn't miss Polor Shard really, but he sometimes can see her by the gatherings. Now Stormpelt has found it easy to live, no like the rest of his family. He had found a she-cat, that he likes a lot. So know all he wants to do is spend his time with her.
Codewords: The Anicent Ways & Zeik
Name: Snowfur
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: Seventeen Moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Despite her name, Snowfur isn’t pure white. Let alone even white at all. Her pelt was white, when she was a kit, but gradually this ShadowClan Warrior’s fur began to fade, becoming steadily greyer by day. No, this isn’t due to old age, but more of just growing. Still young though, she, like all her family, has a unique gift. Like her brother Stormpelt, Snowfur’s eyes are yellow, mocking the foolish and loving the wise. And much like the rest of her family, these glowing yellow orbs can enchant the young toms, bidding them to say hello.
RP Example: A small movement broke the eerie silence that split through the air. A mouse was scuffling around in search of grubs. The mouse looked up as the wind blew hard, and then went back to sniffing. A pelted gray cat stalked out of the reeds surounding the prey infront of her. Easy prey for a mighty hunter. She thought to herself. The wind blew agian and Snowfur nearly smacked herself in the forhead when the wind touched her fur. The mouse thought the same thing that was going through her own head. She was upwind. The mouse had smelled her and scurried through the other side of the bank. The cat stalking the mouse dashed after the prey. She heard her name being called in the distance. She skid on the ground to stop and listened to see if she could recognize the voice. "Snpwfur!" The cat called agian. Snowfur's ears perked. It had been a voice she had recognized: Whitenight, her sister. "Whitenight!" She called back. "You just made me loose a plump mouse!" Snowfur at once saw her sister come out of the bushes infront of her paws. Whitenight's eyes narrowed as she hissed back goodheartedly, "You couldn't catch air if you were breathing it in!" Together the tustled on the ground intill Snowfur's pelt mached the moon. "Time to go home... for now," she meowed.
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Mix of Ragdoll and Norwegian Forest Cat
Personality: Out of the four kits, Snowfur is the wisest. Polar Shard has taken on the emotional quarter, Stormpelt the brave, and Whitenight the sly. Each Warrior has their own way of looking at things; Snowfur is no different. When the she-cat is around, things just naturally become calm and soothing. The fears of tomorrow disappear, vanishing into the hope of today. With this powering force, she is perfectly suited for talking to anyone in need.
History: Snowfur was born within WindClan. But soon she moved the her fathers Clan. Iceheart, her unbearably sweet mother, and Stormtail, her loyal father, raised her and her siblings for immeasurable years. However, they were separate.
Iceheart, a Clan cat of WindClan, and her father, of ShadowClan, met at a Gathering, quite in their youth. The two chatted happily through the whole thing, becoming, slowly but surely, united by love. Coming from two different Clans however, caused a problem.
Often Stormtail would sneak over to WindClan, to see his beloved friend, becoming more and more attached. They stayed out late, loving by night, hating by day, due to their unlikely boundaries. Both Leaders became aware of their weariness during the daytime.
It wasn’t before long that Iceheart was pregnant with kits. Stormtail was thrilled, but unsure of just how to raise the soon-to-be born kits. They finally settled that they would be raised in WindClan, the Clan of their mother. All too soon, the kits were born.
Stormkit, named after his father, Snowkit, Polarkit and Whitekit came into the lives of Iceheart and Stormtail, filling them both with more love then thought possible. The kit’s were raised, knowing full well where their father was, visiting him every other night, speaking with him at Gatherings when they came of age. Despite their troubles, it worked well.
It wasn’t until their young could start forming lives of their own, did they decide to join their father, tired of only seeing one parent regularly. All loved their mother, it hurt for each of them to leave, but they wanted to learn more about Stormtail; something they couldn’t do as it stood.
Snowpaw, having gained her apprentice name, was one who went with her father. Snowpaw was happy, but she missed her mother and sister dearly.
Moons passed and the only contact they had became Gathering’s, for neither wanted any unnecessary questions arising. Snowpaw gained her warrior name, Snowfur, having successfully filled her training, as well as her siblings. She now addressed them as Stormpelt, Whitenight and Polor Shard. And all too soon, her world came crashing down.
Iceheart, her dear mother, passed away, suffering from GreenCough. All of her family was deeply affected. Stormtail was finally force to reveal her family’s secret, needing some reason to be able to be allowed on their camp to morn. None were punished, the leader having been affected by Iceheart’s death as much as the rest. Stormtail and all their kids were granted permission to speak with Polar Shard at night hours, seeing how she was left alone now, but none of her family willing to return to their dead mother’s Clan, Whitenight tried to make Polor Shard come live in ShadowClan, but she wouldn't.
Having suffered a great deal, things, Snowfur thought, couldn’t get worse. This proved false. Her father passed away the following year. All of her family were allowed to morn, but then finally forced to have Shard return to her own Clan, her brothers and sisters forced to remain where they had lived for so long. Grief pained the following moons of Snowfur's life, but at least she had Whitenight, and Stormpelt, non like Polor Shard. Now they're all trying to forget all about that, but they can't. Snowfur misses Polor Shard, but she sometimes can see her by the gatherings. She perfurs not the see her at the borders because Stormpelt might get mad.
Codewords: Zeik and The Anicent Ways
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