Post by »ωinter•star« on Jul 20, 2008 23:11:07 GMT -5
Name;;
Winterstar
Gender;;
She-cat
Clan;;
BrookClan
Rank;;
Leader
Love Life;;
None Currently
Apperance;;
At first glance, Winterstar is a pure white she-cat with medium to long fur. But, as one approachs they can see she is not as she seems. Instead of pure white, there are obviouse pale gray stripes scorring her pure body, and her fur is meduim length. Winterstar has beautiful blue eyes, they have been said to shine like the moon, she doesn't believe them, on the inside she feels ugly despite her features. Delicate, small white paws are placed at the end of her normal lengthed legs, sharp curved claws lie waiting for anyonefoolish enough to make her unsheath them. Winterstar's tail length is fairly short, and frankly, she doesn't care about the fact that it cannot reach far enough for her to cover her paws, that's not the kind of thing that matters to her. Normally, whiskers wouldn't matter in a cat, it's not what they see at first glance, but in Winterstar's case, they catch eyes. In any light, her whiskers are white, in the moon light, however, they shine with an irridecent glow around them. They're length is mix and matched, some fairly long, others short. Winterstar's ears are slim and slender, they do not reach high, they are very close to her head, and pure white like the rest of her pelt.
Personality;;
Despite being leader, as leaders are expected to speak out, Winterstar is fairly quiet. At gatherings, she would normally be the last to speak, unless adressed to, and use a frail quiet voice. It's mostly becasue she's shy, afraid of being wrong, or acussed. The problem is, Winterstar hates being told what to do, by senior warriors, other leaders, even StarClan. This fiesty yet shy young leader is not afraid to yell at her warrior ansestors, but often regrets it if they show anger or shame at her temper. Around her Can mates, Winterstar shows courage and pride, it's just confronting the cats of all Clans in which she becomes shy. This young small she-cat loves to be around friends, and even though she cannot hvae kits, she is looking for love. It breaks her heart to know that she can never have kits again, after the first time she had wanted them again, to make sure they survived, but after she became deputy it was imposible. With friends, Winterstar always feels that her position as leader is holding her back from having a real relationship with them. Winterstar is rutheless while fighting, she will fight for her Clan's and her own respect, the borders, and what she believes is right.
History;;
Winterstar's history is in no way unique, or special, it was normal. She had one brother, and one sister, Rowankit and Tearkit. Their mother was Soaringspirit, and their father was Quickstrike. Soaringspirit had a totally normal kitting, everything went fine, and she had three healthy kits. Quickstrike was so proud, Winterstar's mother, too. As many mistivouse kits may do, they stuck out of camp at least twice, make it al the way to a tthin stream near the camp etrance, too. They snuck back into camp, no one ever knew. As an apprentice, Winterstar never had much of a problem wiht fighting or hunting, it came naturally to her. But learning the more advanced fighting moves threw her off, and made it harder for her to learn. Rowanpaw was a great hunter, and Tearpaw had trouble with everything, but got there with the help of her siblings. The three became warriors after a long time of training, and after one final assesement, it was time. Winterstar was given the warrior name Winterfrost, for Rowanpaw it was Rowanstripe, and Tearpaw became Tearfall, the three seemed un stopabble at the time. Only moons after Winterfrost had been deemed warrior, she was deemed deputy as the old one died from a fatal green cough, just as her mother did at the same time. Winterfrost was named the new deputy in his place, and was very proud. It had only been half a season, a fight broke out among BrookClan and EmberClan. Lionstar lost his last life in that battle, and Tearfall died of fatal wounds. Winterfrost had no time to grieve, for she had to travel to Spiritstone and recieve her name. She is now Winterstar, and takes pride in her new position.
RP Example;;
From another site;
Twilight l i l y
There was a clash, a gentle thud. A soft white shape was rolling down a slight incline, eyes closed. The limp body suddenly stopped, but only to the thanks of a boulder, a large boulder at the edge of the frosted river, almost frozen over with the cold weather. Slowly, bright green eyes, now dull with pain, opened and blinked with regret. A thin white tail lifted off the ground only to fall back with a thud. What had happened? Twitching her ears, white as winter snow, her nose wrinkled in disgust as a scent touched her nostrils. Twoleg scent it was, and smoke was mingled with it. Grunting, Twilightlily put her head down once again, and closed her eyes.
After what seemed like a season, the white warrior opened her eyes in a flash. Dusk was upon the small forest, and she needed to get back home. In an effort to get up, Twilightlily tensed her front paws, only to feel cracked pads. With a gust of warm breath she fell to the ground. StarClan help me! She whispered the prayer, tightly closing her eyes. Blinking her marvelous green eyes open, Twilightlily took a deep breath and heaved herself to her paws. Ah! The white she-cat yowled in pain, her legs were sore, her pads were cracked, and bleeding. Was there anyone there to save her from this pain?
Other;;
:]
Winterstar
Gender;;
She-cat
Clan;;
BrookClan
Rank;;
Leader
Love Life;;
None Currently
Apperance;;
At first glance, Winterstar is a pure white she-cat with medium to long fur. But, as one approachs they can see she is not as she seems. Instead of pure white, there are obviouse pale gray stripes scorring her pure body, and her fur is meduim length. Winterstar has beautiful blue eyes, they have been said to shine like the moon, she doesn't believe them, on the inside she feels ugly despite her features. Delicate, small white paws are placed at the end of her normal lengthed legs, sharp curved claws lie waiting for anyonefoolish enough to make her unsheath them. Winterstar's tail length is fairly short, and frankly, she doesn't care about the fact that it cannot reach far enough for her to cover her paws, that's not the kind of thing that matters to her. Normally, whiskers wouldn't matter in a cat, it's not what they see at first glance, but in Winterstar's case, they catch eyes. In any light, her whiskers are white, in the moon light, however, they shine with an irridecent glow around them. They're length is mix and matched, some fairly long, others short. Winterstar's ears are slim and slender, they do not reach high, they are very close to her head, and pure white like the rest of her pelt.
Personality;;
Despite being leader, as leaders are expected to speak out, Winterstar is fairly quiet. At gatherings, she would normally be the last to speak, unless adressed to, and use a frail quiet voice. It's mostly becasue she's shy, afraid of being wrong, or acussed. The problem is, Winterstar hates being told what to do, by senior warriors, other leaders, even StarClan. This fiesty yet shy young leader is not afraid to yell at her warrior ansestors, but often regrets it if they show anger or shame at her temper. Around her Can mates, Winterstar shows courage and pride, it's just confronting the cats of all Clans in which she becomes shy. This young small she-cat loves to be around friends, and even though she cannot hvae kits, she is looking for love. It breaks her heart to know that she can never have kits again, after the first time she had wanted them again, to make sure they survived, but after she became deputy it was imposible. With friends, Winterstar always feels that her position as leader is holding her back from having a real relationship with them. Winterstar is rutheless while fighting, she will fight for her Clan's and her own respect, the borders, and what she believes is right.
History;;
Winterstar's history is in no way unique, or special, it was normal. She had one brother, and one sister, Rowankit and Tearkit. Their mother was Soaringspirit, and their father was Quickstrike. Soaringspirit had a totally normal kitting, everything went fine, and she had three healthy kits. Quickstrike was so proud, Winterstar's mother, too. As many mistivouse kits may do, they stuck out of camp at least twice, make it al the way to a tthin stream near the camp etrance, too. They snuck back into camp, no one ever knew. As an apprentice, Winterstar never had much of a problem wiht fighting or hunting, it came naturally to her. But learning the more advanced fighting moves threw her off, and made it harder for her to learn. Rowanpaw was a great hunter, and Tearpaw had trouble with everything, but got there with the help of her siblings. The three became warriors after a long time of training, and after one final assesement, it was time. Winterstar was given the warrior name Winterfrost, for Rowanpaw it was Rowanstripe, and Tearpaw became Tearfall, the three seemed un stopabble at the time. Only moons after Winterfrost had been deemed warrior, she was deemed deputy as the old one died from a fatal green cough, just as her mother did at the same time. Winterfrost was named the new deputy in his place, and was very proud. It had only been half a season, a fight broke out among BrookClan and EmberClan. Lionstar lost his last life in that battle, and Tearfall died of fatal wounds. Winterfrost had no time to grieve, for she had to travel to Spiritstone and recieve her name. She is now Winterstar, and takes pride in her new position.
RP Example;;
From another site;
Twilight l i l y
There was a clash, a gentle thud. A soft white shape was rolling down a slight incline, eyes closed. The limp body suddenly stopped, but only to the thanks of a boulder, a large boulder at the edge of the frosted river, almost frozen over with the cold weather. Slowly, bright green eyes, now dull with pain, opened and blinked with regret. A thin white tail lifted off the ground only to fall back with a thud. What had happened? Twitching her ears, white as winter snow, her nose wrinkled in disgust as a scent touched her nostrils. Twoleg scent it was, and smoke was mingled with it. Grunting, Twilightlily put her head down once again, and closed her eyes.
After what seemed like a season, the white warrior opened her eyes in a flash. Dusk was upon the small forest, and she needed to get back home. In an effort to get up, Twilightlily tensed her front paws, only to feel cracked pads. With a gust of warm breath she fell to the ground. StarClan help me! She whispered the prayer, tightly closing her eyes. Blinking her marvelous green eyes open, Twilightlily took a deep breath and heaved herself to her paws. Ah! The white she-cat yowled in pain, her legs were sore, her pads were cracked, and bleeding. Was there anyone there to save her from this pain?
Other;;
:]
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