Post by mystic on Sept 25, 2009 17:19:18 GMT -5
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coldfoot .
c o l d ; having a low or inadequate temperature or feeling a sensation of coldness or having been made cold by e.g. ice or refrigeration
f o o t ; the terminal part of the leg of man or an animal;
esp., the part below the ankle or wrist; that part of an
animal upon which it rests when standing, or moves( male )
( windclan )
( twenty-nine moons )
( warrior )
____________» my drama class a c t i n g ! «
Coldfoot is a mix of Yellowfang and Crowfeather from the Warriors Series; sarcastic, cold, snappy, fierce, grumpy and sometimes dark-humored. He takes no whining, or he'll beat the crap out of you. He is tough and a bit dark-hearted, but not so evil. A true warrior, he stays loyal to his Clan and fights for his Clan. He is also fierce, making him very protective of his Clan and will kill anyone harming his Clan. He would die defending for his Clan, that's how loyal he is. Coldfoot doesn't have so many friends, since he keeps to himself and prefers to be alone. He is secretive also, making him not tell any secrets. He's always slouching around sometimes, but only when he's really angry. He easily gets angry and will turn cruel and cold, as usual. He doesn't like to talk a lot, since he doesn't want to give away any weaknesses he might have. He doesn't like cats, that's for sure. He wants to show cats that he is a true warrior and wants to show that he's not weak. Coldfoot is grumpy a lot, since he always sees the bad side of the situation. He always has his bad days, so keep away from him. Whenever he meets someone new, his 'I-hate-you' mood sets in and he will dare claw your face. But, there are some cats that know him really well. To his friends, he's an okay guy, even if he is grumpy and cold. He's also a bit stubborn, but he could sometimes listen to you.
But deep inside, his heart is not so solid like steel. It is soft with niceness and love, only made for a few close cats he knows well. He won't be like the mean and cold guy he is towards his future mate, if he has one. No, he'll be caring and nice.
____________» my beautiful , handsome r e f l e c t i o n ! «
Coldfoot is a thin, tall WindClanner tom. His fur is like the night sky with no stars or moon, just a pure, beautiful black. It blends in very well with the WindClan territory at dark, but when it is a bright morning, you can easily spot him. He's like a smudge on an art masterpiece, not needed there. His fur is a bit short, but normal and prickly. But he's not really a pure black; at least, his rockets aren't. The rockets are his medium-sized, long-clawed feet. They are the color of snow, pure and white. His ears are sharp and medium-sized, with excellent ear hearing. A bit round on the tip, but perfectly fine. His eyes are the coldest, lightest icy-blue ever. They almost seem like white, but they're not. Thin, black slits enter the orbs, staring at you. Coldfoot's whiskers are thin and silky, an invisible white. They have a good sense of sensing things, like most cats do. His tail is medium-length and has a good balance.
____________» the totally real s t o r y ! «
It was a stormy night, with the thunder crashing with the lightning and the rain pouring down like tears. It wasn't a night for sleeping outside; the WindClanners had to take retreat and sleep into their somewhat warm, cramped dens under the tall and old tree in the middle of camp. A small she-cat was snoring quietly, breathing quickly and easily. Her brown tabby ears couldn't reach the sound of the booming noises in the gray clouds above her den, making her sleep peacefully and comfortably. Her white belly was plump and big, containing little kits inside, waiting for the right moment to get out.
A breeze passed her and her eyes fluttered open, revealing amber gems. She looked around, her white fur bristling from the cold. 'Ugh,' the queen muttered, 'why so... cold?'
'Because we got high wind and thunderstorms everywhere,' a voice answered her. It was a skinny, wet brown tabby tom with amber eyes, staring at her with narrowed eyes. 'Does that answer your question, Littleberry?'
'Why yes, it does.' Littleberry nodded and blinked a few times. She stared at the clouds, which were rapidly growing in size with the rain pouring down even harder. Her eyes then moved to the warrior's wet tabby fur, feeling bad and wondering what he was doing outside.
Her ears flickered. She moved away from her spot, closer to the roots and the other queens sleeping beside her. Littleberry patted the moss her body lied on before and mewed softly to the warrior, 'You should sleep here for tonight. It's too dangerous to go back to your own den, Tigerleap. Anyways, what are you doing outside here in this storm?'
'Just trying to check up on some cats. And thank you,' Tigerleap muttered, going inside the den and curled up on the moss nest, closing his eyes.
Littleberry sighed and was about to close her own eyes when she heard a scream. She wondered where the scream came from, but when the pain began to appear she realized the scream came from her. 'The kits! The kits!'
example one;
Coldkit was born to Runningshadow and Littleberry of WindClan. By his side was his younger sister, Rainkit. They were born in leaf-fall, somewhere around October 24th and October 27th, at a stormy night. They were brought safely into the world by the medicine cat.
Coldkit and Rainkit were the type of siblings that would share the troublesome 'older-hot-tempered-brother-and-annoying-little-sister' relationship. All the time when Rainkit would do something really bad and troublesome for fun, Coldkit would always be there to snap at her and argue with her. Rainkit found Coldkit's anger amusing, but sometimes she would get angry and snap back at Coldkit when he was making her feel annoyed with all his rants about 'You're never gonna be a warrior like this!' and 'Are you mouse-brained? A dog has better sense than you!' They would have fights and sometimes they would slam against each other and fight really aggressively, but not often. Coldkit just wants Rainkit to stop and be mature, but sadly he knows she wasn't mature when she was born.
His parents were all right, maybe. Littlemouse was - of course - the type of queen who would love her kits dearly and wants them to be safe. She would always watch after them and giggle when they amuse her in some situations and would always stop them when they start to fight. But Runningshadow, the father, didn't really pay much attention to the kits. Sure he loved them, but he was so busy with other stuff he couldn't even give a bit of his time to them. He praises them, but not so much. Either with just a nod or a glance at them and that's all the communication they have with him. Coldkit didn't like this, and hopes to show his father that he'll be a great warrior. He also felt rejected, but Littlemouse just told him that Runningshadow was just busy.
What Rainkit would do was mess up the elders' dens, go on secret adventures (trespassing borders, messing with some Clan cats, chase some kittypets), annoy the warriors, question the leader, not obeying the rules, and angering Coldkit. Rainkit would do this by herself or with her friends; Icekit, a frosty white-gray she-cat with blue eyes, and Brownkit, a brown tom with dark amber eyes.
One time, Rainkit and her friends went to ShadowClan's border. They sneaked out while the queens were napping and no one was watching.
____________» i wanna whisper w o r d s ! «
used from another site called 'gladeclans' and this post is copyrighted to me and made from meIt was noisy. And a bit uncomfortable.
The WindClan cats were chattering their way back, with smiles on their faces. They let out yowls of joy and whispers of humor. Mooonlight struck their pelts, making them glitter like gold. White, black, grey, tortiseshell pelts were flowing with the wind and looked like some lights glowing in a big city, making it look even more beautiful and somewhat relaxed. The leader didn't care what noise they were making, even though she feels an urge to shut them up. But she too, was happy. For a lot of reasons. Reasons I can't tell you. For some are too joyful and won't make any sense.
In the crowd here, was a somewhat small (though not very small, somewhere in small-medium size) white tom padding quietly, his ears lowering down to not hear his Clanmates' uproar. His amazing dark-blue eyes showed nothing, only a bit of hate and disgust. Hate and disgust. For his Clan. For everybody in the forest. For the world. The moonlight swirled around and then hit on him, giving the spotlight to him. It started to glow, his eyes, now showing the hate and disgust so everyone can see. But no one here was paying attention to the young apprentice. No, they leave him behind like dirt, clammering with their chatter. But he didn't care. No, BlizzardPaw didn't need their attention. He just needed himself, that's all.
About 2 and 1/3 inches far away from him was a fluffy, long-haired tortiseshell with some golden tabby stripes striking her fur. She too, like all of them, was glittering in the precious, touchless moonlight. Her amber eyes twinkled with a smile, her tail brushing her apprentice's tail. It was so soft and so long, like a dust fan. It could cover you up to protect yourself from the vicious cold, from getting a little sneeze or a cough which can lead to a deadly cold. The she-cat's belly fur almost touched the grass, its long, green blades almost poking her vulnerable belly. She was beautiful, yet a bit frail. RoseWind turned her head around to look at the white tom, who was shining even more in the moonlight than her. Yet he didn't seem to notice anything, since he's staring into space. The WindClan medicine cat coughed and closed her eyes for a second and then began to have a lovely, little chat with the tom.
'So, BlizzardPaw, did you like your first Gathering?' her sweet voice echoed in the darkness.
'Whatever.' The medicine cat apprentice shrugged, lowering his eyes.
'Oh... Well, medicine cats don't ALSO go to the Gatherings. We go to the Moonpool.'
'The Moonpool?'
'Yes. The Moonpool is where StarClan contacts us and tells us any news. It's located near the WindClan-ThunderClan stream, somewhere up north. This Clan used to live there but then there was a huge mud slide and so... Ya. Wanna know more information about the Moonpool?'
'Whatever,' muttered BlizzardPaw, his ears twitching.
And so the WindClan medicine cat began her long, annoying talk about the wonders of StarClan and how they enter their dreams. It could be news about your Clan, something else that might affect the whole forest or maybe even more amazing. A prophecy. Of course, you never discuss with the other cats about your dreams, except if it affected all of them and it had the same meaning. As his mentor went on, BlizzardPaw felt a nudge. He turned around and saw the beaming, snowy-white face of FrostShard focused on him.
'Excuse me RoseWind, but can I have a talk with this apprentice here?' the warrior's voice boomed in his ears, like a cannon blasting his sense of hearing off. The tortiseshell turned around and then nodded, leaving with the other WindClanners. They stopped in their tracks and stayed there, waiting for the noisy Clan to leave out of their sight. When they finally left, FrostShard turned around to BlizzardPaw, a warm, loving smile on his face.
'Finally... I can finally tell you what I have been hiding all year,' FrostShard whispered, standing so close to BlizzardPaw that their white chest fur began to prickle at each other. 'I have something to tell you that may shock you... BlizzardPaw, I am your father.'
'Father!?' screeched the young apprentice, his shocking dark-blue eyes widening like an owl's.
'Yes. You see, when I brought you in WindClan, I told them that I found you laying in our territory. Really, your mother, a rouge, gave birth to you and decided to give you to me,' he started out, the snow on his shoulders beginning to melt. 'During those times, rouges were being run out of the Clans' territory, just wanting to find some food. I thought this was wrong. I knew that Clara, your mother, was scared to raise her own kit into this world of danger, so she gave you to me, for protection. And so, I gave you to BerrySwirl, a queen that was willing to take anyone in.
'I watched you all these times, making sure you didn't see me. You were lonely, depressed, and dangerously, angry. You became a demon to the world, hating everything you see and eveything you touch. I shouldn't have left you all by yourself, I know, but what can I do? You were too young that time, I couldn't just come up to you and say, ''Oh, I'm your father.'' No, I had to leave you all by yourself, the Clan couldn't find out what was I doing with you, or at least trying to do with you.. I'm sorry, BlizzardPaw. I was such a bad dad...'
The medicine cat apprentice was quiet. So, all of these miserable moons, seasons, years, my father was right in front of me, just watching me cower!? Why he...' Nasty, mysterious thoughts came whirling in BlizzardPaw's head, angry like the Devil. No, maybe even more. He just turned around and for a few moments, just watched the sky. The beautiful, black night sky swirling around the dark trees, whispering magical words. Stars twinkled, as if nothing was wrong. It twinkled with no fear, only happiness and joy. The young tom lowered his head and whispered, 'Why...father?'
After that, FrostShard knew he shouldn't talk. So they walked silently in this lost world, their pawsteps leaving behind on the snow.
____________» where i came f r o m ! «
PA - runningshadow ; tall, thin black tom with long legs and blue eyes windclan (dead)
MA - littleberry ; small white she-cat with brown tabby markings on ears and tail, along with amber eyes windclan (alive)
YOUNGER SIS - rainmist ; pale silver-gray she-cat with black stripes and icy-blue eyes riverclan (alive)
- other relatives -
UNCLE - duskfur ; tall, lean pale silver-gray tom with long legs and amber eyes windclan (alive) {coming from runningshadow's side of the family -- younger brother}
AUNT - whitefeather ; beautiful white she-cat with amber eyes windclan (alive) {duskfur's mate}
OLDEST COUSIN - mossclaw ; black-and-white she-cat with green eyes windclan (alive) {duskfur's and whitefeather's oldest daughter ; oldest of the family}
SECOND-OLDEST COUSIN - silverdove ; the exact appearance of duskfur windclan (alive) {duskfur's and whitefeather's oldest son -- second oldest of the family}
THIRD-OLDEST COUSIN - sagekit ; light silver tabby with green eyes windclan (dead) {duskfur's and whitefeather's second-oldest daughter ; third oldest of the family}
YOUNGEST COUSIN - cloudheart ; the exact appearance of whitefeather, except with blue eyes windclan (alive) {duskfur's and whitefeather's second-oldest son -- fourth oldest of the family}
UNCLE - tigerleap ; skinny brown tabby tom with amber eyes windclan (alive) {littleberry's older brother}
UNCLE - weaselchaser ; light ginger tom with amber eyes windclan (alive) {littleberry's younger brother}
AUNT - grayfrost ; gray she-cat with blue-green eyes windclan (alive) {weaselchaser's mate}
COUSIN - stormwatcher ; dark gray tom with amber eyes windclan (alive) {weaselchaser's and grayfrost's oldest son}
____________» the super secret p a s s w o r d ! «
the password is A U R O R A .
not doneeee.
made one hundred percent by me.