Post by Hiddenstar on Oct 1, 2005 0:52:54 GMT -5
Name: Hiddenpelt // star
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Female (she-cat)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Leader
Picture(optional):
Description: Hiddenstar is a fairly small she-cat. Her back arches upwards like scales on a snake as it is about to attack, smooth and graceful. Her peltage is a basic tortieseshell pattern with blotches of white here and there, but mostly darker colors overlay on her back and lower abdomen and other reigons. Her paws are as white as the snow in LeafBare and her belly and chest are a bleach as well, matching her 'boots' (which she refers to her feet as sometimes because of how the white looks different compared to the other parts of her peltage looks. Along her back she has a very distinctive shade of pure black across with a small streak of white, giving off an almost skunk-like appearance at a distance, yet also giving her nice camoflauge (not including during winter moons). Her legs are lithe, thin, and gracefully accelerated - most of the time refered to as 'harefooted' for her quick speed, which is ironically what WindClan cats are known so carefully for. Along the rear of her skillful figure she has an extra long tail that she often cleans because much dirt gets caught in it while running across the plains of the moorland in WindClan territory, of which she leads and was birthed from. Changing direction from her strong, muscular legs and fore-paws, her ears are normally pricked and alert for any sudden attack made on her or her Clanmates nearby. She always tries to be on her best alert, always ready for anything to come for her, her courage and pride never failing her senses or daredevilish tasks and risks. Her whiskers are at mild length, clipped at one side from a fierce battle before. Moving upward a bit her eyes are a deep amber, glowing off with anticipation and a mysterious destiny inside of her that not even she, herself, can comprehend without question or comment to her warrior ancestors.
History: Hiddenpelt comes from quite a long length of famous ancestors. Exchanging backwards across her roots you can find her along the bloodlines of the couragous Deadfoot, a highly respected tomcat deputy of WindClan before his death at the Battle of BloodClan for the forest, many long moons ago that none whom live today would ever remember such a time, even as kittens. But her timeline moves on from then, tracing back to others such as the lesser famous 'Flatface', a previous deputy of WindClan some time ago, highly respected but hardly mentioned as he lived in a much calmer time without so many waring Clans and hypocritical leaders. Although her bloodline for her own family isn't merely that large or long. She was born to her mother, Scarletpelt, a beloved queen of WindClan, known mostly in the forest. Her mate, a handsome and quite the tomcat to make a scene, would have to be the infamous Fogstorm, known for his pranks, tricks, and other practical things that he did just to humor others. They had both fallen in love with each other and had their first and, sadly, only litter of kittens consisting of Hiddenpelt, named after her peltage as it seemed to hide her eyes, and her brother whom died after his first day from malnutrition while inside the mother's womb, whom was named Darkkit after his pure-blank peltage. She grew up uneasily, her fanatic personality and outgoing temperment making her more friendly and having others take more time with her to actually take her seriously. But she did her best to grow up as her mother and father had intended. But, one thing, they had not intended. Her mother was murdered. As she had entered apprenticeship at eight moons old only her mother was drowned and beaten by a band of rabid rogues all over WindClan in worse times. Her father and herself had mourned Scarletpelt's death so much that some Clan members thought that she'd never get better from her sickness in the pit of her hardened heart. But she made it through her mother's death, she only had grown stronger in a bond with her father and had him only left in her world to be with her and for her to love. Her friends had all taken different paths away from her and she was left alone. Especially after another drowning occured. Her ffather was murdered, throat slit open after being drowned the medicine cat observed. Soon afterwards they had found the rogues and had demonlished them so that they no longer haunted the land that Hiddenpelt held so dear to her since there was nothing left. Before that, however, the previous deputy was mudered as well, bleeding alongside, with a missing extremity, by her own father's dead body. She had already recieved her first apprentice whom she had grown close to as well, and the qualifications of deputy made all cats look straight to her. She had the bloodline of rightful and trustworthy cats behind her, and if anyone else was to get the spot, surely StarClan would've sent a sign? But they didn't. And therefore, from their silence, the previous leader declared that Hiddenpelt be made into the deputy. Soon after that a strange event occured. Unlike any other time, the leader had given up his position. He had grown too old to go on and had stopped his leadership to resign to the Elders' Den where he died that coming night. And now Hiddenpelt was moved on to make not only her journey to HighStones to MotherMouth to recieve her nine lives of StarClans' will, but to also hold her first ceremony of the dead leader whom she held so dear. The only question left is how would she turn out to be like? A cruel traitorous leader of nothing but bloodthirsty power? Surely not, my good friend. Her path would lead her down the good road of life, full of promises and defeat, but also with reassurance and desinty.
IC: + Do I Have To? +
Codeword: *Taken out by the admin so no one cheats*
Other: As a note, I'm calling her Hiddenpelt because she hasn't gone to recieve her nine lives yet. :winkwink: so I was going to wait to give them to her after I made her and we began to roleplay and I would make her go to HighStones, etc., etc.
Age: 20 Moons
Gender: Female (she-cat)
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Leader
Picture(optional):
Description: Hiddenstar is a fairly small she-cat. Her back arches upwards like scales on a snake as it is about to attack, smooth and graceful. Her peltage is a basic tortieseshell pattern with blotches of white here and there, but mostly darker colors overlay on her back and lower abdomen and other reigons. Her paws are as white as the snow in LeafBare and her belly and chest are a bleach as well, matching her 'boots' (which she refers to her feet as sometimes because of how the white looks different compared to the other parts of her peltage looks. Along her back she has a very distinctive shade of pure black across with a small streak of white, giving off an almost skunk-like appearance at a distance, yet also giving her nice camoflauge (not including during winter moons). Her legs are lithe, thin, and gracefully accelerated - most of the time refered to as 'harefooted' for her quick speed, which is ironically what WindClan cats are known so carefully for. Along the rear of her skillful figure she has an extra long tail that she often cleans because much dirt gets caught in it while running across the plains of the moorland in WindClan territory, of which she leads and was birthed from. Changing direction from her strong, muscular legs and fore-paws, her ears are normally pricked and alert for any sudden attack made on her or her Clanmates nearby. She always tries to be on her best alert, always ready for anything to come for her, her courage and pride never failing her senses or daredevilish tasks and risks. Her whiskers are at mild length, clipped at one side from a fierce battle before. Moving upward a bit her eyes are a deep amber, glowing off with anticipation and a mysterious destiny inside of her that not even she, herself, can comprehend without question or comment to her warrior ancestors.
History: Hiddenpelt comes from quite a long length of famous ancestors. Exchanging backwards across her roots you can find her along the bloodlines of the couragous Deadfoot, a highly respected tomcat deputy of WindClan before his death at the Battle of BloodClan for the forest, many long moons ago that none whom live today would ever remember such a time, even as kittens. But her timeline moves on from then, tracing back to others such as the lesser famous 'Flatface', a previous deputy of WindClan some time ago, highly respected but hardly mentioned as he lived in a much calmer time without so many waring Clans and hypocritical leaders. Although her bloodline for her own family isn't merely that large or long. She was born to her mother, Scarletpelt, a beloved queen of WindClan, known mostly in the forest. Her mate, a handsome and quite the tomcat to make a scene, would have to be the infamous Fogstorm, known for his pranks, tricks, and other practical things that he did just to humor others. They had both fallen in love with each other and had their first and, sadly, only litter of kittens consisting of Hiddenpelt, named after her peltage as it seemed to hide her eyes, and her brother whom died after his first day from malnutrition while inside the mother's womb, whom was named Darkkit after his pure-blank peltage. She grew up uneasily, her fanatic personality and outgoing temperment making her more friendly and having others take more time with her to actually take her seriously. But she did her best to grow up as her mother and father had intended. But, one thing, they had not intended. Her mother was murdered. As she had entered apprenticeship at eight moons old only her mother was drowned and beaten by a band of rabid rogues all over WindClan in worse times. Her father and herself had mourned Scarletpelt's death so much that some Clan members thought that she'd never get better from her sickness in the pit of her hardened heart. But she made it through her mother's death, she only had grown stronger in a bond with her father and had him only left in her world to be with her and for her to love. Her friends had all taken different paths away from her and she was left alone. Especially after another drowning occured. Her ffather was murdered, throat slit open after being drowned the medicine cat observed. Soon afterwards they had found the rogues and had demonlished them so that they no longer haunted the land that Hiddenpelt held so dear to her since there was nothing left. Before that, however, the previous deputy was mudered as well, bleeding alongside, with a missing extremity, by her own father's dead body. She had already recieved her first apprentice whom she had grown close to as well, and the qualifications of deputy made all cats look straight to her. She had the bloodline of rightful and trustworthy cats behind her, and if anyone else was to get the spot, surely StarClan would've sent a sign? But they didn't. And therefore, from their silence, the previous leader declared that Hiddenpelt be made into the deputy. Soon after that a strange event occured. Unlike any other time, the leader had given up his position. He had grown too old to go on and had stopped his leadership to resign to the Elders' Den where he died that coming night. And now Hiddenpelt was moved on to make not only her journey to HighStones to MotherMouth to recieve her nine lives of StarClans' will, but to also hold her first ceremony of the dead leader whom she held so dear. The only question left is how would she turn out to be like? A cruel traitorous leader of nothing but bloodthirsty power? Surely not, my good friend. Her path would lead her down the good road of life, full of promises and defeat, but also with reassurance and desinty.
IC: + Do I Have To? +
Codeword: *Taken out by the admin so no one cheats*
Other: As a note, I'm calling her Hiddenpelt because she hasn't gone to recieve her nine lives yet. :winkwink: so I was going to wait to give them to her after I made her and we began to roleplay and I would make her go to HighStones, etc., etc.
