Post by ::Brennan:: on Jan 4, 2008 14:47:03 GMT -5
Parents--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Shadowstar
Gender--
Male
Clan--
StarClan
Position--
Leader
Personality--
Shadowstar is an amazing tom. He is very knowlageable in almost everything, and does not fall to battle as the only way to deal with problems. He is wise and kind, but is a wanderer, and does not like crowds. In almost every way this is a perfect leader, but sometimes he curses himself for ever accepting this role in the Clan. He finds himself leading every cat who has ever died, and this is not an easy thing to do.
History--
((See below))
KitHood--
As a kit, Shadowstar was well beyond this years. At the early age of 3 moons he left the den and met Windkit, a firey StreamClan she-kit. They became close friends, and met alot over their time on Earth.
Apprenticep-
At the age of 6 moons, he had lernt all the hunting and fighting skills, and wizzed through apprentice traning. His mentor knew he was skilled already in the ways of the Warrior, so he sent him to learn from Treeflower, their Clan's medicine cat.
WarriorHood-
By the time he was a warrior, every cat knew he was going to be someone special. He knew the ways of a warrior, but his time with Treeflower had taught him that fighting, though it was the way of most cats, was not always the answer. This is, eventually, what killed him. The Clans were about to fight, because StreamClan thought MysticClan (His former Clan) had stolen one of their kits, Tawnykit. He somehow knew they did not, and so he went to look for the small kit. He found her, hanging from an overhang on a steep cliff. He leapt down to get her and he did, but he slipt on the wet rock, wet fron the water of the waterfall, and they both urmbeled to their deaths...
IC--
A large gray tom moved swiftly through the undergrowth, his large dark body bardly vissable in the black shadows created by the dark day. His shoulderblades moved rythmicly as he walked quickly through the forest, eyes and ears alert for any sound, any sign of movement. The winds whipped at his face and he picked up the faint sent of WindClan, their rabbity smell encasing him. He ignored it well, though, and kept on walking.
Suddenly, he stopped, his large form invissable in the overlaying shadows of two trees. His bright blue eyes narrowed to the tinyest slits and his ears swiveled to the origin of the noise that had just reached his ear. Instinctavly, he dropped into a croutch, so low any passing cat would never see him. His breathing slowed down untill it was so slow it seemed potentially fatil. He pulled his large paws over the cold ground, warmed only by the small amount of sunlight that had earlier touched it. He made his way over a mass of sticks, and finnaly saw his prey; a young spring hare.
Ashind made his move. He bunched his muscels; everything but him and the hare faded away into a unknown abyss. He sprung and flew through the air, his tail streaming out from behind him. The tom landed and killed the hare before it knew what was happening.
Ashind stood over his rabbit as if some sort of trophy, and scraped a bit of dark brown earth over it. His ears prickes again, another noise hit him like a bullet. Some one was moving in the forest. As if to say he was right, the wind hit him in the face, strapping his pelt to his body. There was a WindClan female somewhere around here. His pelt bristeled...On his territory? He walekd over to where the sent was coming from.
An ember-colored she-cat sat on the border line, looking into the forest. "Waiting for someone, are we?" He meowed to Emberstar, knowing right away who she was. The toms' blue eyes glinted as he padded over to her.
Picture--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Shadowstar
Gender--
Male
Clan--
StarClan
Position--
Leader
Personality--
Shadowstar is an amazing tom. He is very knowlageable in almost everything, and does not fall to battle as the only way to deal with problems. He is wise and kind, but is a wanderer, and does not like crowds. In almost every way this is a perfect leader, but sometimes he curses himself for ever accepting this role in the Clan. He finds himself leading every cat who has ever died, and this is not an easy thing to do.
History--
((See below))
KitHood--
As a kit, Shadowstar was well beyond this years. At the early age of 3 moons he left the den and met Windkit, a firey StreamClan she-kit. They became close friends, and met alot over their time on Earth.
Apprenticep-
At the age of 6 moons, he had lernt all the hunting and fighting skills, and wizzed through apprentice traning. His mentor knew he was skilled already in the ways of the Warrior, so he sent him to learn from Treeflower, their Clan's medicine cat.
WarriorHood-
By the time he was a warrior, every cat knew he was going to be someone special. He knew the ways of a warrior, but his time with Treeflower had taught him that fighting, though it was the way of most cats, was not always the answer. This is, eventually, what killed him. The Clans were about to fight, because StreamClan thought MysticClan (His former Clan) had stolen one of their kits, Tawnykit. He somehow knew they did not, and so he went to look for the small kit. He found her, hanging from an overhang on a steep cliff. He leapt down to get her and he did, but he slipt on the wet rock, wet fron the water of the waterfall, and they both urmbeled to their deaths...
IC--
A large gray tom moved swiftly through the undergrowth, his large dark body bardly vissable in the black shadows created by the dark day. His shoulderblades moved rythmicly as he walked quickly through the forest, eyes and ears alert for any sound, any sign of movement. The winds whipped at his face and he picked up the faint sent of WindClan, their rabbity smell encasing him. He ignored it well, though, and kept on walking.
Suddenly, he stopped, his large form invissable in the overlaying shadows of two trees. His bright blue eyes narrowed to the tinyest slits and his ears swiveled to the origin of the noise that had just reached his ear. Instinctavly, he dropped into a croutch, so low any passing cat would never see him. His breathing slowed down untill it was so slow it seemed potentially fatil. He pulled his large paws over the cold ground, warmed only by the small amount of sunlight that had earlier touched it. He made his way over a mass of sticks, and finnaly saw his prey; a young spring hare.
Ashind made his move. He bunched his muscels; everything but him and the hare faded away into a unknown abyss. He sprung and flew through the air, his tail streaming out from behind him. The tom landed and killed the hare before it knew what was happening.
Ashind stood over his rabbit as if some sort of trophy, and scraped a bit of dark brown earth over it. His ears prickes again, another noise hit him like a bullet. Some one was moving in the forest. As if to say he was right, the wind hit him in the face, strapping his pelt to his body. There was a WindClan female somewhere around here. His pelt bristeled...On his territory? He walekd over to where the sent was coming from.
An ember-colored she-cat sat on the border line, looking into the forest. "Waiting for someone, are we?" He meowed to Emberstar, knowing right away who she was. The toms' blue eyes glinted as he padded over to her.
Picture--
Parents--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Fawnpaw
Gender--
Female
Clan--
Mystic, please
Position--
apprentice
Personality--
Fawnpaw is a free spirit. She does whatever she wishes, and really dosent care what other cats think. She does what she wants, when she wants to. She has this power over cats, they seem to like doing what she wants them to do. She loves being a Clan cat, but wants more out of life that hunting and the occasional border fight. Her soul needs more...adventure. She needs love...
History--
Born and raised in MysticClan.
KitHood--
""
Apprenticep-
She's just a new apprentice now...
WarriorHood-
Picture--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Fawnpaw
Gender--
Female
Clan--
Mystic, please
Position--
apprentice
Personality--
Fawnpaw is a free spirit. She does whatever she wishes, and really dosent care what other cats think. She does what she wants, when she wants to. She has this power over cats, they seem to like doing what she wants them to do. She loves being a Clan cat, but wants more out of life that hunting and the occasional border fight. Her soul needs more...adventure. She needs love...
History--
Born and raised in MysticClan.
KitHood--
""
Apprenticep-
She's just a new apprentice now...
WarriorHood-
Picture--
Parents--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Snowpaw
Gender--
Female
Clan--
MysticClan
Position--
apprentice
Personality--
Snowpaw, like her sister Herbpaw, is a free spirit, though not to the extent of Herbpaw. She obeys rules most of the time and hates it when she sees her sister breaking them. But she would never rat her out, and loves her sister. She is beautiful, but always self-contious and worryed about something.
History--
Same as Herbpaw
KitHood--
""
Apprenticep-
""
WarriorHood-
""
Picture--
None
Other Accounts--
No
Name--
Snowpaw
Gender--
Female
Clan--
MysticClan
Position--
apprentice
Personality--
Snowpaw, like her sister Herbpaw, is a free spirit, though not to the extent of Herbpaw. She obeys rules most of the time and hates it when she sees her sister breaking them. But she would never rat her out, and loves her sister. She is beautiful, but always self-contious and worryed about something.
History--
Same as Herbpaw
KitHood--
""
Apprenticep-
""
WarriorHood-
""
Picture--
