Post by [t]Wilted Ros[e] on Jan 5, 2008 9:22:33 GMT -6
Name: Windcry
Age: 23 moons (Two years-ish)
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Queen//Warrior
Clan: TreeClan
Picture:
Physical Description: Mostly light silver and white she-cat, but has some light ginger patches, such as the one on her left eye, and occasinal strips of red along her tail and legs. Her eyes, though yellow, are often seen as grey, as they are very dull in color. Windcry is a longhair she-cat, and looks about the size of an average cat, though she is really undersized (her fluff makes her appear larger.)
Personality: Windcry has no qualms about sharing her opinion, and is often one of the first to point out something that needs fixing. Many say she will not be a very good mother, or that her kit(s) will grow up improperly, but she disagrees (duh), and claims that she will put her kits before herself or the Clan. She is slightly uncertain about StarClan, and doesn't really see what's so great about a dead cat watching you.
History: Named Windkit at birth, it was clear from the beginning that she was a strong kit. She set out at a young age to spy on the other Clans, but eventually got lost. Though she doesn't know it, the cat that helped her find her way back to camp was long dead. She was furious when she had to tend to the Elders her first moon of apprenticeship for this incident. Windpaw didn't make friends easily, so was often out hunting or practicing battle skills. Now that she is a warrior and a queen, she has settled some, mostly simmering down to complaining about or insulting things that displease. She is not entirely sure who fathered her kit(s) yet, and hopes she will discover the answer when the kit(s) is/are born.
IC: Windpaw stomped through the undergrowth, knowing full well that she was scaring all her prey away, and that the Clan would suffer for it later. They deserved it, though, for making her be alone all the time. None of the warriors encouraged their apprentices to give her a try, thinking that she might decide to despise the Clan even more.
The only comforting thing was the darkness around here...
And that faint shimmer in the corner of her eye...
Other: She has a mate, but can tell which tom fathered her kit(s) (if you know what I mean...)
Age: 23 moons (Two years-ish)
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Queen//Warrior
Clan: TreeClan
Picture:
Physical Description: Mostly light silver and white she-cat, but has some light ginger patches, such as the one on her left eye, and occasinal strips of red along her tail and legs. Her eyes, though yellow, are often seen as grey, as they are very dull in color. Windcry is a longhair she-cat, and looks about the size of an average cat, though she is really undersized (her fluff makes her appear larger.)
Personality: Windcry has no qualms about sharing her opinion, and is often one of the first to point out something that needs fixing. Many say she will not be a very good mother, or that her kit(s) will grow up improperly, but she disagrees (duh), and claims that she will put her kits before herself or the Clan. She is slightly uncertain about StarClan, and doesn't really see what's so great about a dead cat watching you.
History: Named Windkit at birth, it was clear from the beginning that she was a strong kit. She set out at a young age to spy on the other Clans, but eventually got lost. Though she doesn't know it, the cat that helped her find her way back to camp was long dead. She was furious when she had to tend to the Elders her first moon of apprenticeship for this incident. Windpaw didn't make friends easily, so was often out hunting or practicing battle skills. Now that she is a warrior and a queen, she has settled some, mostly simmering down to complaining about or insulting things that displease. She is not entirely sure who fathered her kit(s) yet, and hopes she will discover the answer when the kit(s) is/are born.
IC: Windpaw stomped through the undergrowth, knowing full well that she was scaring all her prey away, and that the Clan would suffer for it later. They deserved it, though, for making her be alone all the time. None of the warriors encouraged their apprentices to give her a try, thinking that she might decide to despise the Clan even more.
The only comforting thing was the darkness around here...
And that faint shimmer in the corner of her eye...
Other: She has a mate, but can tell which tom fathered her kit(s) (if you know what I mean...)