Post by Mysteryfaith on Dec 26, 2008 21:54:55 GMT
[All of the following profiles are in abstract format]
xx.They call me the shining star above the ranks of my gathered cats, Calamitystar//
xx.I have seen many moons, but I believe I am on my 20th moon of age, so young for my position//
xx.I claim myself to be a proud WindClan cat, but an incredible fate lies ahed of me, which I suspect may lead me to further places...//
xx.They granted me the rank of a great and gracious leader//
xx.I was blessed to be an honourable she-cat, graceful and beautiful//
xx.They see me as a flawless golden pelt with a patch of the deepest black on my hindquarters. My hues, as you see, sparkle with the ghost of twilight, branding them a smoky grey for the world to stare into and be blocked from my twisting soul//
xx.My attitude appears as an intelligent creature, but I can get angry with others or myself very easily. Rude cats call me irritable like an elder, a whining scorch on the face of a truly great leader; the cats who did not feel my punishment upon their sorry backs call me a firm but just leader of my Clan//
xx.I was born in the Clan I lead today, by a she-cat who filled a tom's world with joy and then suddenly disappeared from the Clans' world. I know not who my father was, only that he is dead now. I became an apprentice early, at the age of four moons, because at the time the unjustified and diabolical mind of Leechstar ruled WindClan. By the time I was truly at an apprentice age I knew all of the fighting moves and was a fair hunter, bringing in prey most days for my Clan. I always stayed loyal to them despite Leechstar's ungrateful position, and I never looked back as he ordered me into battle at the immature age of seven moons. WindClan lost the battle, and Leechstar, unfortunately, returned to lead us again on his last life. I was badly wounded but the injuries on my flesh healed - what happened after the battle can never be healed in my soul. Leechstar asked to see me in his den, and I, willingly trotting to see my leader even though I hated him, agreed. He then cruelly force-mated with me, and whilst I trudged through my remaining apprentice days loathing him, my belly grew swollen with kits. At the age of sixteen moons they entered the world, but I could not keep them, instead secretly handing them to my friend. But Leechstar knew they had been born as my belly flattened again, and he was full of stormy rage when he found out I'd given his kits to another. He exiled me and my friend from the Clan immediately, leaving my kits with him and revealing a completely fake story to the rest of the Clan: he'd seen me mating with a cat from another Clan and knew I'd given birth to the kits and hidden them away with another she-cat. I cried for only quarter of a moon at his deceibt. When I sneaked back to the camp, I found a border patrol had gone terribly wrong, Leechstar had been caught in a fox trap, and he was dead. At seventeen moons I was ready to be a leader, and instead of his shaken deputy taking his place I leapt to his position. Some of the Clan cats still believed his tale of lies, but showing them the kits' pelts of his colour proved them wrong. My friend kept the kits once more, but when the secret was out they were mine no one punished me when I visited them in the nursery every day; Leechstar's memory lives on in them, but I will be strong for my Clan and continue to lead them until my death//
xx.My scratched pads led me into the silence I had grown to love. As my mind swirled with the echoing draft of a battle, the ghost of cats' screeches and angry cries entered the whirlpool, leading the memory of the stench of blood into my nostrils. Sneezing, I entered my camp - and was greeted by the sorrowful yowls of many warriors.//
xx.BLOCKED//
xx.My kits' names are Kestrelkit, Owlkit and Terrorkit. One of them sports my golden pelt with the black spot on her forehead - that is Kestrelkit -, another with Leechstar's pelt of black and white - that is Owlkit - and Terrorkit lives with a blend of both of our pelts, the brother of the tom and she-cat supporting a pretty blend of gold and black splotches.//
My name? Of course...
Salvationstream
Why I should reveal my moons I don't know, but...
14 moons old
Hmm? Ah yes, I was born in and still live in...
ThunderClan
I think you'll know from my scent that I am a
Medicine Cat
Ha! Yes, I am a
Tom
Can't you see that I
Have a pure black pelt with a white patch over one eye. Have pure, flowing blue eyes.
You probably haven't seen me enough to know I am
Protective, understanding, loyal, brave and always willing to fight for my Clan. I believe in all that is right and will always doubt what I don't think is adequate.
Any other information? Um...
I secretly dream of having a family one day, and settling down in a band of my own. But I know I cannot have a family as I am a medicine cat - and no one loves me in that way, I know. I am just the simple old medicine cat.
xx.Calling//
Cloudsketch
xx.Mooncount//
56 moons
xx.Allegiance//
WindClan
xx.Position//
Elder
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A smoky grey-white tom with small grey blotches that look like they have been sketched on to his pelt. Kind green eyes with brown hues that look like a forest floor in the middle of Leafgreen.
xx.Attitude//
Gentle, kind, loving, protective, can be grumpy when woken up suddenly though. Hates being treated like he is weak and feeble because he is in the elders' den.
xx.Beside//
Cloudsketch prides himself on being a beautiful, uniquely coloured cat.
xx.Calling//
Scarredpatch
xx.Mooncount//
34 moons
xx.Allegiance//
ShadowClan
xx.Position//
Warrior
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A ginger tom with amber eyes and torn ears. A long tail and slightly lighter paws.
xx.Attitude//
Mean, resentful, arrogant and proud. Battle-hungry, loves the feeling of blood underneath his paws and loves the smell of it, and rejoices in the sound of ripping fur.
xx.Beside//
Some cats refer to him as 'a perfect example of a real, unhidden ShadowClan cat'. Others just call him evil.
xx.Calling//
Spiritpaw
xx.Mooncount//
7 moons
xx.Allegiance//
RiverClan
xx.Position//
Apprentice
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A brown tom with sparkling amber eyes and green hues. His paws a a tan colour and so is his tip-of-tail.
xx.Attitude//
Strange, misunderstood, and forgetful. He has a strange, unheard of disease meaning he forgets most things. He knows there is a cure somewhere, but cannot find it.
xx.Beside//
Spiritpaw hates his disease and wishes another apprentice wouldn't think of his as weird and be his friend for once.
xx.Calling//
Kestrelkit, Owlkit and Terrorkit
xx.Mooncount//
2 moons
xx.Allegiance//
WindClan
xx.Position//
Kits
xx.Difference//
She-cat, Tom, Tom
xx.Appearance//
A golden pelt with the black spot on her forehead, blue eyes, black and white, green eyes, and a blend of gold and black splotches, blue eyes.
xx.Attitude//
Kestrelkit is adventurous and kind, always loyal to her Clan. Owlkit wants to be the best warrior he can but unfortunately is the runt of the litter, and Terrorkit is unsure of himself.
xx.Beside//
The kits of Calamitystar and Leechstar.
[/size]xx.They call me the shining star above the ranks of my gathered cats, Calamitystar//
xx.I have seen many moons, but I believe I am on my 20th moon of age, so young for my position//
xx.I claim myself to be a proud WindClan cat, but an incredible fate lies ahed of me, which I suspect may lead me to further places...//
xx.They granted me the rank of a great and gracious leader//
xx.I was blessed to be an honourable she-cat, graceful and beautiful//
xx.They see me as a flawless golden pelt with a patch of the deepest black on my hindquarters. My hues, as you see, sparkle with the ghost of twilight, branding them a smoky grey for the world to stare into and be blocked from my twisting soul//
xx.My attitude appears as an intelligent creature, but I can get angry with others or myself very easily. Rude cats call me irritable like an elder, a whining scorch on the face of a truly great leader; the cats who did not feel my punishment upon their sorry backs call me a firm but just leader of my Clan//
xx.I was born in the Clan I lead today, by a she-cat who filled a tom's world with joy and then suddenly disappeared from the Clans' world. I know not who my father was, only that he is dead now. I became an apprentice early, at the age of four moons, because at the time the unjustified and diabolical mind of Leechstar ruled WindClan. By the time I was truly at an apprentice age I knew all of the fighting moves and was a fair hunter, bringing in prey most days for my Clan. I always stayed loyal to them despite Leechstar's ungrateful position, and I never looked back as he ordered me into battle at the immature age of seven moons. WindClan lost the battle, and Leechstar, unfortunately, returned to lead us again on his last life. I was badly wounded but the injuries on my flesh healed - what happened after the battle can never be healed in my soul. Leechstar asked to see me in his den, and I, willingly trotting to see my leader even though I hated him, agreed. He then cruelly force-mated with me, and whilst I trudged through my remaining apprentice days loathing him, my belly grew swollen with kits. At the age of sixteen moons they entered the world, but I could not keep them, instead secretly handing them to my friend. But Leechstar knew they had been born as my belly flattened again, and he was full of stormy rage when he found out I'd given his kits to another. He exiled me and my friend from the Clan immediately, leaving my kits with him and revealing a completely fake story to the rest of the Clan: he'd seen me mating with a cat from another Clan and knew I'd given birth to the kits and hidden them away with another she-cat. I cried for only quarter of a moon at his deceibt. When I sneaked back to the camp, I found a border patrol had gone terribly wrong, Leechstar had been caught in a fox trap, and he was dead. At seventeen moons I was ready to be a leader, and instead of his shaken deputy taking his place I leapt to his position. Some of the Clan cats still believed his tale of lies, but showing them the kits' pelts of his colour proved them wrong. My friend kept the kits once more, but when the secret was out they were mine no one punished me when I visited them in the nursery every day; Leechstar's memory lives on in them, but I will be strong for my Clan and continue to lead them until my death//
xx.My scratched pads led me into the silence I had grown to love. As my mind swirled with the echoing draft of a battle, the ghost of cats' screeches and angry cries entered the whirlpool, leading the memory of the stench of blood into my nostrils. Sneezing, I entered my camp - and was greeted by the sorrowful yowls of many warriors.//
xx.BLOCKED//
xx.My kits' names are Kestrelkit, Owlkit and Terrorkit. One of them sports my golden pelt with the black spot on her forehead - that is Kestrelkit -, another with Leechstar's pelt of black and white - that is Owlkit - and Terrorkit lives with a blend of both of our pelts, the brother of the tom and she-cat supporting a pretty blend of gold and black splotches.//
My name? Of course...
Salvationstream
Why I should reveal my moons I don't know, but...
14 moons old
Hmm? Ah yes, I was born in and still live in...
ThunderClan
I think you'll know from my scent that I am a
Medicine Cat
Ha! Yes, I am a
Tom
Can't you see that I
Have a pure black pelt with a white patch over one eye. Have pure, flowing blue eyes.
You probably haven't seen me enough to know I am
Protective, understanding, loyal, brave and always willing to fight for my Clan. I believe in all that is right and will always doubt what I don't think is adequate.
Any other information? Um...
I secretly dream of having a family one day, and settling down in a band of my own. But I know I cannot have a family as I am a medicine cat - and no one loves me in that way, I know. I am just the simple old medicine cat.
xx.Calling//
Cloudsketch
xx.Mooncount//
56 moons
xx.Allegiance//
WindClan
xx.Position//
Elder
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A smoky grey-white tom with small grey blotches that look like they have been sketched on to his pelt. Kind green eyes with brown hues that look like a forest floor in the middle of Leafgreen.
xx.Attitude//
Gentle, kind, loving, protective, can be grumpy when woken up suddenly though. Hates being treated like he is weak and feeble because he is in the elders' den.
xx.Beside//
Cloudsketch prides himself on being a beautiful, uniquely coloured cat.
xx.Calling//
Scarredpatch
xx.Mooncount//
34 moons
xx.Allegiance//
ShadowClan
xx.Position//
Warrior
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A ginger tom with amber eyes and torn ears. A long tail and slightly lighter paws.
xx.Attitude//
Mean, resentful, arrogant and proud. Battle-hungry, loves the feeling of blood underneath his paws and loves the smell of it, and rejoices in the sound of ripping fur.
xx.Beside//
Some cats refer to him as 'a perfect example of a real, unhidden ShadowClan cat'. Others just call him evil.
xx.Calling//
Spiritpaw
xx.Mooncount//
7 moons
xx.Allegiance//
RiverClan
xx.Position//
Apprentice
xx.Difference//
Tom
xx.Appearance//
A brown tom with sparkling amber eyes and green hues. His paws a a tan colour and so is his tip-of-tail.
xx.Attitude//
Strange, misunderstood, and forgetful. He has a strange, unheard of disease meaning he forgets most things. He knows there is a cure somewhere, but cannot find it.
xx.Beside//
Spiritpaw hates his disease and wishes another apprentice wouldn't think of his as weird and be his friend for once.
xx.Calling//
Kestrelkit, Owlkit and Terrorkit
xx.Mooncount//
2 moons
xx.Allegiance//
WindClan
xx.Position//
Kits
xx.Difference//
She-cat, Tom, Tom
xx.Appearance//
A golden pelt with the black spot on her forehead, blue eyes, black and white, green eyes, and a blend of gold and black splotches, blue eyes.
xx.Attitude//
Kestrelkit is adventurous and kind, always loyal to her Clan. Owlkit wants to be the best warrior he can but unfortunately is the runt of the litter, and Terrorkit is unsure of himself.
xx.Beside//
The kits of Calamitystar and Leechstar.