Post by Dawnstorm on Apr 20, 2006 19:27:35 GMT -5
Name: Dawnstorm
-Do you honor? Yes, of course! ^^
Age:
-19 moons
Gender:
-She-Cat
Appearance:
-Dawnstorm is a small, agile little she-cat with an extraordinary long and bony tail that lets her excel in balance abilities of the feline race. Her graceful paws are a dark, dusky red with a slight golden sheen. The color lightens as it travels up to her back as a gingery-orange. There are darker brown, almost black, stripes that slash across the top of her back and fade into the ginger fur. Her tail is dipped in black and looks strange when she jerks it left and right. Dawnstorm's eyes are a pale green-amber, like golden sunlight streaming through the leaves of the alive trees in green-leaf.
RP Example:
-With a gargantuan jolt, a feline with the color of the molten light of the sun's early rays leaped into the air, fur standing on end and long tail bristled to twice it's slim size. With a hiss, the she-cat whirled around and glared into the surrounding undergrowth with narrowed green-gold eyes. I know that fox is there; I know it! she thought.
The virtually nonexistent breeze picked up and blew a billowing cloud of dust up. With a cough, the stressed cat blinked the dust out, blinked and rubbed a ruddy paw over her closed eyes. She coughed again and opened her stinging eyes again. With another jolt (though noticeably smaller) she noticed that her surroundings were not a forest, but a dark den. So dark, that she could barely see, even when she strained her eyes.
There was a soft mew from the entrance, where the soft light of morning was blocked. "Uh, Dawnstorm? Are you OK?" asked the apprentice getting a mocking laugh from Dawnstorm.
It was a dream! But it felt so real... I am such a mouse-brain; I couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy! Dawnstorm rose to her paws and shook her short coat harder than usual, still trying to get her bristling fur to lay in it's sleek flatness once more.
*Clan:
-ShadowClan
*Rank:
-Medicine Cat if possible, Warrior if not
*Breed:
-Unknown
*Personality:
-Her moods are easy to predict most of the times. Her main mood is calm and quiet. She rarely speaks, unless she is in a happy mood. Dawnstorm will watch the kits and apprentices closely, trying to make out how their futures will turn out to be; devastated like hers, or happy and joyful like others'.
*History:
-When Dawnstorm was a kit, her dream was to become ShadowClan's best warrior, ever! She staged mock battles with the other kits in the Nursery, and was quite the trouble-maker. Being the sole kit in her mother's first litter, she was watched carefully, as closely as a hawk eyes it's prey, even closer still. Her mother, Dustypelt, tried to imprint the ways of the warrior code of the elder days into her kit's head, but Dawnkit 'conveniently' forgot.
When Dustypelt became her mentor, she started to get rid of her devious way--only a little. Dawnpaw trained hard to be the best in everything, but it made her look like a bigger fool. Especially when she boasted about being caught in the talons of a hawk and battled it to it's death, but screeched in fright when another apprentice made a hawk call uncannily accurate. As she neared the completion of her training, Dustypelt's border patrol was attacked by some loners. Dawnpaw wasn't with them that day; she was suffering from a cracked pad, and it was luck that saved her. For Dustypelt was killed that day and all the innocence was stripped from Dawnpaw mercilessly and she began to face the cold hard world; alone.
After that fateful day, Dawnpaw hung around the medicine cat's den and soon learned all about the 'magical' and 'mysterious' herbs that saved her Clan. She became a quiet and apt apprentice, and it wasn't before too long when she became a medicine cat, called 'Dawnstorm'.
Codewords:
-The Ancient Ways
-Zeik
-Do you honor? Yes, of course! ^^
Age:
-19 moons
Gender:
-She-Cat
Appearance:
-Dawnstorm is a small, agile little she-cat with an extraordinary long and bony tail that lets her excel in balance abilities of the feline race. Her graceful paws are a dark, dusky red with a slight golden sheen. The color lightens as it travels up to her back as a gingery-orange. There are darker brown, almost black, stripes that slash across the top of her back and fade into the ginger fur. Her tail is dipped in black and looks strange when she jerks it left and right. Dawnstorm's eyes are a pale green-amber, like golden sunlight streaming through the leaves of the alive trees in green-leaf.
RP Example:
-With a gargantuan jolt, a feline with the color of the molten light of the sun's early rays leaped into the air, fur standing on end and long tail bristled to twice it's slim size. With a hiss, the she-cat whirled around and glared into the surrounding undergrowth with narrowed green-gold eyes. I know that fox is there; I know it! she thought.
The virtually nonexistent breeze picked up and blew a billowing cloud of dust up. With a cough, the stressed cat blinked the dust out, blinked and rubbed a ruddy paw over her closed eyes. She coughed again and opened her stinging eyes again. With another jolt (though noticeably smaller) she noticed that her surroundings were not a forest, but a dark den. So dark, that she could barely see, even when she strained her eyes.
There was a soft mew from the entrance, where the soft light of morning was blocked. "Uh, Dawnstorm? Are you OK?" asked the apprentice getting a mocking laugh from Dawnstorm.
It was a dream! But it felt so real... I am such a mouse-brain; I couldn't distinguish between reality and fantasy! Dawnstorm rose to her paws and shook her short coat harder than usual, still trying to get her bristling fur to lay in it's sleek flatness once more.
*Clan:
-ShadowClan
*Rank:
-Medicine Cat if possible, Warrior if not
*Breed:
-Unknown
*Personality:
-Her moods are easy to predict most of the times. Her main mood is calm and quiet. She rarely speaks, unless she is in a happy mood. Dawnstorm will watch the kits and apprentices closely, trying to make out how their futures will turn out to be; devastated like hers, or happy and joyful like others'.
*History:
-When Dawnstorm was a kit, her dream was to become ShadowClan's best warrior, ever! She staged mock battles with the other kits in the Nursery, and was quite the trouble-maker. Being the sole kit in her mother's first litter, she was watched carefully, as closely as a hawk eyes it's prey, even closer still. Her mother, Dustypelt, tried to imprint the ways of the warrior code of the elder days into her kit's head, but Dawnkit 'conveniently' forgot.
When Dustypelt became her mentor, she started to get rid of her devious way--only a little. Dawnpaw trained hard to be the best in everything, but it made her look like a bigger fool. Especially when she boasted about being caught in the talons of a hawk and battled it to it's death, but screeched in fright when another apprentice made a hawk call uncannily accurate. As she neared the completion of her training, Dustypelt's border patrol was attacked by some loners. Dawnpaw wasn't with them that day; she was suffering from a cracked pad, and it was luck that saved her. For Dustypelt was killed that day and all the innocence was stripped from Dawnpaw mercilessly and she began to face the cold hard world; alone.
After that fateful day, Dawnpaw hung around the medicine cat's den and soon learned all about the 'magical' and 'mysterious' herbs that saved her Clan. She became a quiet and apt apprentice, and it wasn't before too long when she became a medicine cat, called 'Dawnstorm'.
Codewords:
-The Ancient Ways
-Zeik