Post by featherheart on Oct 10, 2010 19:16:20 GMT -5
Name: Featherheart
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 20 Moons Old
Rank: Warrior
Description: Featherheart has snow-white fur, as smooth as silk and as soft as the down feathers of a bird. Her eyes are a deep, dark blue like the depths of the ocean and glow with the determination and stubbornness of a warrior. Her ivory claws are stained with the blood of the cats she has slain in battle. They are as sharp as daggers and could tear through the thickest of fur in a matter of seconds. Featherheart has a slender body, built for agility. Yet, one blow could send her flying so she has learned to keep on her toes.
Personality: Featherheart cannot sit still for a minute and thus is always on her feet, hunting, patrolling or just strolling around. Yet, she is partial to sun-bathing and sometimes can be found lying underneath glittering patches of sunlight. She is hyper, very out-going and extremely impatient. Yet, she loves kits and can sometimes be found in the nursery playing with them. As a warrior, Featherheart is extremely agile and courageous and will stop at nothing to protect her clan. Although she is extemely loyal she does not stay strictly to the warrior code nor does she try to rebel against it. Instead, she relys on instinct to get her through each day.
History: Featherheart's mother is Snowstorm, an agile, lethe and very skillful hunter and warrior. Her Father is Ironfang, a broad shouldered tom with extremely sharp claws and a menacing glare. Snowstorm and Ironfang were kits in the nursery together and became best friends. They stuck together as apprentices and fought together as warriors. They had two kits, one being Featherheart and the other being Silversong. Snowstorm died while giving birth and both Featherheart and Silversong blame themselves for that. The two kits were never very close. They barely talked to one another and have very different personalities. It wasn't until the death of their father, Ironfang, that the two began to truly bond.
Roleplay Sample:
The minut sound of a beating heart echoed in Featherheart's ears as she twitched in anticipation. Crouching down she stalked her way towards the brush, her dark blue eyes glowing with determination, her mouth salivating at the thought of a tasty meal. The beating became louder as she neared the leafy green bush that the sound was coming from and she scraped her claws against the earth readying herself to strike. With a mighty heave of her back legs she launched herself towards the sound. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a black streak coming towards her and in seconds she was on the ground. Her eyes shone with menace as she look up to see a black, hissing face. Its claws extended and ready to tear through her soft underbelly. In one quick movement she swung her claws at his underside and launched him into the air. His lethe body struck a tree and slid down to the soft grassy floor. Featherheart pelted over to him and sniffed at his now matted body. With a yelp she jumped backwards in shock and stood panting in confusion. Who was this mysterious cat? There was no familiar scent radiating from him at all. Suddenly the cat jumped up and dashed away into the dense foliage of the forest. Featherheart stared after him as if she had seen a ghost.
Family:
Mother- Snowstorm (died while giving birth)
Father- Ironfang (died in battle)
Siblings- silversong- (still alive)
Password: Aurora
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Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 20 Moons Old
Rank: Warrior
Description: Featherheart has snow-white fur, as smooth as silk and as soft as the down feathers of a bird. Her eyes are a deep, dark blue like the depths of the ocean and glow with the determination and stubbornness of a warrior. Her ivory claws are stained with the blood of the cats she has slain in battle. They are as sharp as daggers and could tear through the thickest of fur in a matter of seconds. Featherheart has a slender body, built for agility. Yet, one blow could send her flying so she has learned to keep on her toes.
Personality: Featherheart cannot sit still for a minute and thus is always on her feet, hunting, patrolling or just strolling around. Yet, she is partial to sun-bathing and sometimes can be found lying underneath glittering patches of sunlight. She is hyper, very out-going and extremely impatient. Yet, she loves kits and can sometimes be found in the nursery playing with them. As a warrior, Featherheart is extremely agile and courageous and will stop at nothing to protect her clan. Although she is extemely loyal she does not stay strictly to the warrior code nor does she try to rebel against it. Instead, she relys on instinct to get her through each day.
History: Featherheart's mother is Snowstorm, an agile, lethe and very skillful hunter and warrior. Her Father is Ironfang, a broad shouldered tom with extremely sharp claws and a menacing glare. Snowstorm and Ironfang were kits in the nursery together and became best friends. They stuck together as apprentices and fought together as warriors. They had two kits, one being Featherheart and the other being Silversong. Snowstorm died while giving birth and both Featherheart and Silversong blame themselves for that. The two kits were never very close. They barely talked to one another and have very different personalities. It wasn't until the death of their father, Ironfang, that the two began to truly bond.
Roleplay Sample:
The minut sound of a beating heart echoed in Featherheart's ears as she twitched in anticipation. Crouching down she stalked her way towards the brush, her dark blue eyes glowing with determination, her mouth salivating at the thought of a tasty meal. The beating became louder as she neared the leafy green bush that the sound was coming from and she scraped her claws against the earth readying herself to strike. With a mighty heave of her back legs she launched herself towards the sound. Out of the corner of her eye she saw a black streak coming towards her and in seconds she was on the ground. Her eyes shone with menace as she look up to see a black, hissing face. Its claws extended and ready to tear through her soft underbelly. In one quick movement she swung her claws at his underside and launched him into the air. His lethe body struck a tree and slid down to the soft grassy floor. Featherheart pelted over to him and sniffed at his now matted body. With a yelp she jumped backwards in shock and stood panting in confusion. Who was this mysterious cat? There was no familiar scent radiating from him at all. Suddenly the cat jumped up and dashed away into the dense foliage of the forest. Featherheart stared after him as if she had seen a ghost.
Family:
Mother- Snowstorm (died while giving birth)
Father- Ironfang (died in battle)
Siblings- silversong- (still alive)
Password: Aurora
Attachment: Catwhitefurblueeyes.jpg (16.3 KB)
