Whitestar ♥ || RIVERCLAN Sept 10, 2011 4:06:44 GMT -6
Post by Bluemelons on Sept 10, 2011 4:06:44 GMT -6
from the noise and confusion, make silence and the eyes of illusion. And we soared ever higher, but we flew to high.
good men must die, but death cannot kill their names.
Reason behind name: Our deceased cat, her sould white and pure as her sweet scent sticks in the morning breeze.
Age: 32 moons.
Position: Warrior / Leader.
Appearance: Silver blue eyes, a cream and brown pelt with a short tail, that fades into a dark chocolate brown color. Two small brown ears, a broad body build, muscles fisable in her back legs mostly, a small cat, and usually under estimated because of her size.
Short Description: Blue eyes, creamy brown pelt, broad body build.--PERSONALITY--
we continue to shape our personality all our life. If we knew ourselves perfectly, we should die.
Personality: Calm, gentle. Whitewind proceeds her life as a compasionate cat, with great ambitions and love to her clan. She rarely confides in anyone but finds it easy to make friends, being an optimist, she is rarely down, often speaking to herself to remind her of things, as she can be absent minded at times. Whitewind is rather sane, a cheerful cat, always willing for a game. She takes pride in training apprentices and often sees them as a kit of her own at the time of mentoring.
Ambition: Her ambitions are to serve her clan as best as she can, she doesn't care of rankings, she will obey most reasonable orders to keep the clan as safe as possible.
- Her clan dying.
- Loosing kits.
- Serving her clan.
Attitude towards strangers: Curious, and calm.
Attitude towards Clanmates/familiar cats: Friendly and cheerful.
Three words describing cat overall: Kind, Understanding, Truthfull.
experience is simply the name we give our mistakes.
Secrets: She once in her past fell in love with a Riverclan cat.
Family: No, she has no family in the clan anymore.
History: A clan born cat, with a simple life, loved a Riverclan cat, broke it off before anything could happen.--ABOUT YOU--
and remember, no matter where you go, there you are.
ONLY REQUIRED ON FIRST CHARACTER
What can we call you?: Cas.
How long have you been RPing?: 5 years.
How did you find us?: Your admin.
Secret word!?: Banana Phone.
RP sample:Her ears perked as she heard her son come to her side, her head resting on the grass a smile stretched over her face. At least, this time, she had someone to help her. 'Go to.. whats it called. Seire Balansert Nekte? Actually, just look for that ass who did this. If you find him, tell him you need to borrow a medic. Please?' she looked up at her son hopefully, her long bushy tail swaying. Her eyes shut as a sharp pain ran through her stomach, she let out a small cry, and tried to keep as silent as possible, for all she knew, the beta and other members were resting. She would not dare to disturb the for something so small as the birth of the heirs to the throne.
As she heard Trashes voice, she opened her eyes to stare up at him, he was trying to shove foods down her throat, she shook her head and spoke. 'Why didn't you do that when I had cravings? hm?' she gave him a small smile, and attempted to lift herself, she was headed for her cave, hell no! she was no letting a bunch of the pride members watch her give birth. No thanks. 'No Trash, you stay with me, and help me get to my cave, or the closest one which would be the Yngves.' Mission half lifted her body, she was going to try and fly herself onto her feet. She flexed her long feathered wings, and gave them a small flap, they hit the ground, her body not rising at all.
She had a long time to go before these cubs come out, and she wasn't just going to sit there in pain. She managed to get herself on her paws, and slowly walked, sharp pains going around her stomach, her blue eyes strained to see were she was going through her long mane. She was going to get herself a little closer to a cave, but at the speed she was moving at. Well. It was going to be impossible, the cubs would be well born before she got to a cave. 'Oi, Trash! Come give me a hand to Yngve's cave.'