Post by moka on Apr 5, 2010 17:52:56 GMT -5
Name: Cloudstar
Age: 35 moons (nine lives left)
Gender: tom
Allegiance: WindClan
Rank: leader
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Age: 35 moons (nine lives left)
Gender: tom
Allegiance: WindClan
Rank: leader
Appearance:
You may wonder what I look like. You know the basics, but what about detail? I want to create a picture in you head what I look like. And I will. I am a somewhat muscular cat with broad shoulders. When I walk, you can see my muscles ripple under my silky, fluffy, white pelt. My average size paws are very soft and tender. My paw pads are very soft, and I call myself tenderfooted often. A sharp rock under my paw can leave me limping for the rest of the day sometimes. My body size is... well, I am just an average sized cat. Not a smaller cat like some from my Clan, not an oversized muscular cat, and not too lean. I am of an average size with a sleek and slender body structure. My tail is also of an average length. About.. about a tail-length long! It is white and fluffy. My legs, as well, are the same lengths as most cats. Average. Thats what I am, an average sized cat, like I've been rambling on about this whole time. My whole body, me, myself, is about the size of a large shoebox, or a small kids' suitcase. Without the carrying stick thing of course!(Yes, I have one near me thats about the right size. XD)Quick Appearance: White tom with blue eyes and scars.
Now for my color. The coloring of my average sized, somewhat muscular, shoebox sized body is unknown to you, no? It isn't? Oh well, I'm telling you anyway! My head is a pure white color. The rest of my pelt is that color too. Pure White.My eyes you ask? Have I not mentioned them at all? No? Oh, well their blue if you must know. I was also told my fur was from my mother's side, while my blue eyes was from my father-whom which, I've never met. Yes, my eyes are blue, a beautiful crystal blue. I'm running out of colors for this paragraph.. hmm. Ah, I haven't mentioned my ears have I? They are pointed, average sized, and- oh mousedung. You people don't want to hear about my ears. Or my velvety pink nose at that. Have I told you about- yes, actually I have.. Oh well, on to the next section.
My extra features! Yes, I have scars, and other things on my body just like everyone else. In fact, I have scars on my nose, my shoulders, my face, and all over me from the many battles I've faced! I have a scar right across- or down, my flank. I actually don't have a clue where this one came from... I can remember it from whenever I was a kit. My claws are blackish white, and I try to sharpen them almost every day before heading back from whatever patrol I was on near that evening. They are almost always sharp, ready for an attack. I have a knick...knock.. nitch... hole thingy in the side of my left ear. My whiskers are white. I have exactly 7 on each side of my face. Ah yes, my pearly whites. They are, in fact, pearly white. I don't know if all cats have theirs this white, its not like I actually examine their teeth! I don't even know myself if their that white.. I can't see them myself. I just- oh, drop the subject. My teeth are white. Good enough, right? I'm pretty handsome, huh? Eh? Eh? Right...
Personality:
You know what I look like now. You know my pelt is white and fluffy, my body structure, and lets not bring up my teeth and extra features... But, some of you may wonder what I act like behind all this beauty. *nudge nudge* I shall tell you all about me, so much you may even get bored listening to me! I don't care! Read on! Heh, no I'm normally not this insistant or 'mean' as you may think. I can be pretty sweet actually. Especially around the she-cats. Nah, just kidding. I do hope for a mate and kits one day, but I'm not a flirt! I can be pretty annoying sometimes.. as I'm told. It may just be my friends and siblings, but hey? Are they always wrong? I hope so.. Anyway, before I get onto joking again, lets get down to the point of this paragraph. I can be a nice cat sometimes, and, as you can see, I love to joke around. I try to get cats to see the bright side of things, and if there isn't a bright side, then I crack a joke to try to make someone laugh. Okay, got the main point in. It was short? I know, thats what all this joking is for! Haha.. haha.. no? Okay, that wasn't funny was it? Heh. As you can see, I'm not always a good joke cracker, but I can be. Okay, moving on!History:
Do I have any goals in life? Any dreams I hope to come true? Why yes, a few things. One is to be a good warrio and serve my Clan in as many ways as possible. Follow the warrior code, and obey Starclan's every command. And also, just my every day warrior goals; to have good friends, a mate, and a few troublesome kits to be proud of. I would love to watch them grow up in WindClan, become apprentice, become great warriors, get a mate and have kits of their own and to feel the same way as me. *Sniff* Yes, it still brings tears to my eyes at the thought. Haha! Still not funny? Mousedung. Well, I am pretty talkative, as you can see. I talk a lot around my fellow Clanmates. But, around other Clans, I be careful as to hold in what has happened that I think will be bad for the other clans to know. Me myself, is- Let me reword that. I am, althogether, a pretty talkative, yet careful speaker, loyal leader of WindClan. I can be very nice at times, most times actually. But whenever annoyed I can be snappy and rude. You can tell when I'm not too happy at the look on my face, the tone in my voice, and the lack of humor.
Okay, maybe my personality wasn't 'too long as to bore you', but you gotta admit, it was kinda long, right? Now for my history lesson. My kits tale. My story. Except, all of this is definately true, and no doubt about it! It all started at my birth. I was born to... well this is where my mom comes in. I don't know her! I never saw her! I don't even think I got suckled by her. I just remember my eyes opened to see a pretty black she-cat staring lovingly at me. At this time, I though this was my real mother. I still never had a father. Or I didn't have one that I knew of. Not even a fake one. A foster one. I was fatherless as far as I knew. I didn't know I was motherless too though. My brother was another kit who suckled with me. Runningkit. I know now that he wasn't my real brother, he was born to Darkfoot, the black she-cat I thought was my mother. While I was born to someone unknown to me. We became apprentices after six moons of long waiting. I would never forget that day! It was a warm summers evening, and- This is about my history. That will be my sample. Or as I call it, my talk time.Roleplay Example:
Me and my bro, now known as Cloudpaw and Runningpaw, trained together. Now I knew the truth about him and my mom. At first it had shaken me, but a few days after I got over it. After all, If I didn't know her, I guess it couldn't hurt, right? So my mentor; LionHeart, taught me all I needed to know about being a warrior. You know, the basic hunting, fighting, teachings of the Warrior code. Yeah. I had many battles within that time. In which I got most of the scars that are left on me now, except of course the one down my flank and a few others. That one had been there since I could remember, as I said before. I remember one battle when we were fighting foxes. Those foxdunged animals are always causing trouble.. Attacking WindClan, killing my brother- Did I just say that? Oh, I guess I'm getting ahead of myself a bit. Yes, those foxes killed Runningpaw! How dare they kill my only brother! But, soon, the leader made me a warrior. And I was made one alone this time.. My name changed to Cloudfur. I moved to the warriors den with my fellow warriors and slept with my best friend- Blizzardclaw. I went of many patrols as a warrior too, and actually led them myself sometimes. I even got my own apprentice! Is that cool or what? But unfortunately, little Owlpaw died one day. Well, he actually got carried away my an owl. Isn't that weird. Owlpaw, got taken away by an owl. I guess it was his destiny. Or at least thats what the medicine cat always said. My apprentice had always been pretty small, so he was easy to carry away.
Sometime within there, my foster mother died of sickness. And a bit after that I got another apprentice! Yes, the bulky Gorgepaw finished his training without falling in a gorge! Haha.. again not funny. Heh. He became Gorgeclaw and was a loyal warrior of WindClan for moons. Until one day, the ambition and courage I always noticed in him got him. He unhesitantly attacked a rogue. He was winning.. until three more showed up. Then they... *gulp* killed him. Your asking why I didn't help? He was out by himself with his apprentice, and had told him to run for help because he scented more. And he was right. Another jumped out and attacked him... killing him as well. When a patrol finally found them, they were cold with death. *sigh* Can I not raise a good apprentice? I guess not. Sometime after that, BrightStar promoted me to Deputy of my clan. Yeah, I know, I haven't even raised an apprentice correctly and I already got a promotion. At the same time I was promoted, I was given an apprentice. His name was Owlpaw and grew to be a fine warrior know as OwlHeart. Not long afte he was given his warrior name, was I promoted to Leader. So here I am, the good looking, handsome, funny leader of WindClan! (Or as I like to think of myself. XD)
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