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Post by [ B a d . F a i t h ] on Sept 28, 2005 19:09:03 GMT -5
Name: Rainwhisper
Age: 16 Moons (Katie, shouldn’t Blazingstar be a little bit older than 12 moons? That’s a really young leader!)
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan (DUH!)
Rank: Deputy
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Personality: As stated before, the she-cat is a fearsome and frightening sight to behold when her temper gets the best of her, or she’s pushed past her own limits. She does have a slight temper, which comes from so many years of being baited by her siblings and by the other rogues. She doesn’t like when other cats think they know more than her, try to out-do her, or try to make her look stupid. If you even think of trying to make her look stupid, she’ll paw-slap you with open claws so fast, your head’ll spin ’round about three times before you can stop it and spit the blood from your mouth. She’s got a tart and snip to her tone of voice that gives her a superior sound to her deep, if anything – womanly, voice. Her mere presence commands respect, even if her intonation does not. In essence, Rainwhisper can be a nice she-cat, but she wasn’t raised to be so, so she has the haughty air of a snooty princess with her nose stuck up in the air, that can even back up her own challenges. Sarcastic wit and a sense of dry humor follow the dear around. But even so, she’s a sucker for kittens.
Description: Rainwhisper is a large-stature she-cat with a great head and broad shoulders. Her fur is white with a ginger mix, sometimes appearing as perfectly white like new-fallen snow, and sometimes appearing a light ginger color of a new-born kitten. Her eyes are bright and mysterious, never staying the same for long. They’re golden-yellow, with a tint of gray to them, giving them a strange, unearthly quality. Her pelt is thick, despite it’s silky excellence, and she can sometimes become over-heated with the sticky air that floods through ThunderClan during New-Leaf and Green-Leaf. Even though Rainwhisper is actually a very nice she-cat once you get to know her, most cats are apprehensive her just because of her sheer size. There is no denying the fact that Rainwhisper is a large she-cat, even when taking toms into consideration. She stands about a foot tall at the withers, and about two feel long including her tail. Her paws are about an inch in diameter, and she’s got one of the largest, fluffiest tails you could even think of.
History: Rainwhisper was originally born to Io – a pure white-furred she-cat – and Dakoda – a lean and dark-furred tom. She had three siblings, Jadekit – a silver-gray tom with bright green eyes, Paintedkit – a small gray and ginger, and Darkkit. She was raised a rogue, with a short amount of family that she was used to being around. When she was 8 moons old, and well-trained, her brother – Jadepaw – and her sister – Paintedpaw – were killed, and Darkkit fled. Her parents were so angry that they cursed Darkpaw for running. Rainwhisper may have been raised a rogue and to learn that she was only supposed to rely on herself, but she was far too close to her siblings to let the little comments slide. So she cursed her own parents, spatting in their faces, and leaving. She was taken in by ThunderClan, and apprenticed by the tom known as Lionclaw. After being made a warrior, she soon fell in love with her once-mentor and grew heavy with his kits. But after his death at the hands of another warrior of the clan, and a sudden bout of greencough made her loose them. She doesn’t blame StarClan for it, but knows that she was never meant to have kits. It’s something she’s come to grips with, and she knew that she needed to do something to keep her mind away from having kits. So she became deputy.
IC: A torrent of winds curled through the air, dashing all hopes of getting away without a midsummer storm. Dreary clouds, creating an air of despair and regret so thick it could choke a two-leg. A dark sky, filled with water-filled clouds, a blood-red moon shown through, coloring the clouds with reds and grays. Gusts of air whipped this way and that, turning up piles of leaves and scattering them. Lightning flashed through the air, thunder rumbling as if the entire earth were splitting. Birds flew from trees, calling to the very skies themselves, harkening some god to save them from the dreaded tempest. The whirling sounds tore through anything, cold rushes freezing you to the bone.
Moisture clung to the air, droplets clinging onto the fur of probably the only being in the area. The air was like ice. But...there was something colder than that. You’d never know it though. Darkness surrounded everything, shrouding everything in black, covering even the most brightly areas. Only two spots. Ice cold, honey colored eyes stared into the blackness, blinking back the sudden rush of moisture attacking her vision. The frosty gusts causing them to stream annoyingly. The unusually large she-cat emerged from a slightly bramble patch, flicking her bottle-brush tail with disgust, an air of unpleasantness about her. “My gosh,” she whispered, turning her head opposite against the rush of wind.
“Does this storm ever let up? I hate having to go in those stupid caves. But I don’t feel like getting all bloody sodden.” Ears slicked back against her head, she gray cat moved forward, eyeing a large cave with revulsion. She shook her head, making a soft “tisk” sound with her mouth before stepping into the dank cave. It seemed to fade away, sinking into the blackness.
Codeword: *taken out*
Age: 16 Moons (Katie, shouldn’t Blazingstar be a little bit older than 12 moons? That’s a really young leader!)
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan (DUH!)
Rank: Deputy
Picture:
Personality: As stated before, the she-cat is a fearsome and frightening sight to behold when her temper gets the best of her, or she’s pushed past her own limits. She does have a slight temper, which comes from so many years of being baited by her siblings and by the other rogues. She doesn’t like when other cats think they know more than her, try to out-do her, or try to make her look stupid. If you even think of trying to make her look stupid, she’ll paw-slap you with open claws so fast, your head’ll spin ’round about three times before you can stop it and spit the blood from your mouth. She’s got a tart and snip to her tone of voice that gives her a superior sound to her deep, if anything – womanly, voice. Her mere presence commands respect, even if her intonation does not. In essence, Rainwhisper can be a nice she-cat, but she wasn’t raised to be so, so she has the haughty air of a snooty princess with her nose stuck up in the air, that can even back up her own challenges. Sarcastic wit and a sense of dry humor follow the dear around. But even so, she’s a sucker for kittens.
Description: Rainwhisper is a large-stature she-cat with a great head and broad shoulders. Her fur is white with a ginger mix, sometimes appearing as perfectly white like new-fallen snow, and sometimes appearing a light ginger color of a new-born kitten. Her eyes are bright and mysterious, never staying the same for long. They’re golden-yellow, with a tint of gray to them, giving them a strange, unearthly quality. Her pelt is thick, despite it’s silky excellence, and she can sometimes become over-heated with the sticky air that floods through ThunderClan during New-Leaf and Green-Leaf. Even though Rainwhisper is actually a very nice she-cat once you get to know her, most cats are apprehensive her just because of her sheer size. There is no denying the fact that Rainwhisper is a large she-cat, even when taking toms into consideration. She stands about a foot tall at the withers, and about two feel long including her tail. Her paws are about an inch in diameter, and she’s got one of the largest, fluffiest tails you could even think of.
History: Rainwhisper was originally born to Io – a pure white-furred she-cat – and Dakoda – a lean and dark-furred tom. She had three siblings, Jadekit – a silver-gray tom with bright green eyes, Paintedkit – a small gray and ginger, and Darkkit. She was raised a rogue, with a short amount of family that she was used to being around. When she was 8 moons old, and well-trained, her brother – Jadepaw – and her sister – Paintedpaw – were killed, and Darkkit fled. Her parents were so angry that they cursed Darkpaw for running. Rainwhisper may have been raised a rogue and to learn that she was only supposed to rely on herself, but she was far too close to her siblings to let the little comments slide. So she cursed her own parents, spatting in their faces, and leaving. She was taken in by ThunderClan, and apprenticed by the tom known as Lionclaw. After being made a warrior, she soon fell in love with her once-mentor and grew heavy with his kits. But after his death at the hands of another warrior of the clan, and a sudden bout of greencough made her loose them. She doesn’t blame StarClan for it, but knows that she was never meant to have kits. It’s something she’s come to grips with, and she knew that she needed to do something to keep her mind away from having kits. So she became deputy.
IC: A torrent of winds curled through the air, dashing all hopes of getting away without a midsummer storm. Dreary clouds, creating an air of despair and regret so thick it could choke a two-leg. A dark sky, filled with water-filled clouds, a blood-red moon shown through, coloring the clouds with reds and grays. Gusts of air whipped this way and that, turning up piles of leaves and scattering them. Lightning flashed through the air, thunder rumbling as if the entire earth were splitting. Birds flew from trees, calling to the very skies themselves, harkening some god to save them from the dreaded tempest. The whirling sounds tore through anything, cold rushes freezing you to the bone.
Moisture clung to the air, droplets clinging onto the fur of probably the only being in the area. The air was like ice. But...there was something colder than that. You’d never know it though. Darkness surrounded everything, shrouding everything in black, covering even the most brightly areas. Only two spots. Ice cold, honey colored eyes stared into the blackness, blinking back the sudden rush of moisture attacking her vision. The frosty gusts causing them to stream annoyingly. The unusually large she-cat emerged from a slightly bramble patch, flicking her bottle-brush tail with disgust, an air of unpleasantness about her. “My gosh,” she whispered, turning her head opposite against the rush of wind.
“Does this storm ever let up? I hate having to go in those stupid caves. But I don’t feel like getting all bloody sodden.” Ears slicked back against her head, she gray cat moved forward, eyeing a large cave with revulsion. She shook her head, making a soft “tisk” sound with her mouth before stepping into the dank cave. It seemed to fade away, sinking into the blackness.
Codeword: *taken out*
