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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 19:35:17 GMT -5
Snowpelt paced back and forth beside the pond, her eyes alight with excitement. He wasn't dead... She gazed into the pond, finally pausing for a moment as she gazed in at her reflection. But... How in the world did she know that? How could she? How could she explain it... Well it was a good thing she didn't have to... Or so she thought...
It was not long before her pretty little reflection was joined by one of a tom she didn't know well... Heck she didn't really know most of the cats in her Clan. She had been shut off to everyone for nearly a year now... Her gaze wandered over the top quickly as she surveyed him, trying hard to find his name in her mind. Who was he... Then it hit her. This was Memoryleaf! She purred lightly to him and dipped her head in greeting, but suddenly winced a little bit. No one really knew about her brother and herself... And she really wanted it to stay that way for the time being...
"Um..." She started... "That fish right there! I thought he was dead, but he ended up moving and swimming away." She finished lamely... Oh goodness her excuse didn't even sound good to her... But she gazed into his eyes willing him to believe it and not press her further. Goodness before her brother had dissapeared, they were still trying to figure out what it all meant and what to do about it... She didn't need this WindClan tom coming in on it and running to Bluestar about it...
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 19:16:06 GMT -5
Indeed it is!
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 14:14:45 GMT -5
The day seemed to be ordinary enough, the clouds drifted lazily over the sun, sending shadows dancing along the ground of the camp. Things were calm and unhurried, running just smoothly, warriors and apprentices out hunting, or laying around the camp, talking or eating, or even dozing in the sun. It was not long, however, before such peace and tranquility would be quite interrupted.
With a crash, two large cats, one much larger than the other, would crash through the entrance to the camp. Both of these cats were quite dark in color, and their scents were odd and strange... And yet if one paid enough attention, the scents they smelled would be familiar to the ones who had been around a while...
The larger of the two was Sharpfang... He stood over his young daughter, trembling just a bit as he looked around, eyes guarded. He wasn't sure what he expected to find when they got home, but he was ready for anything. He hoped more than anything that his beloved Clan would welcome them back with open paws...
Nightkit stood trembling under her father's huge bulk, glancing around. She had been but a tiny kit when they had been taken away, and now here she was the age of a young warrior... True enough she had not been through formal training and still needed some training yet, though she was certain that she wouldn't need a whole lot more training.
Well for now the two stood there together, simply looking around camp, blinking in confusion, both obviously ready to drop off their paws in exhaustion. Neither had slept nor ate much on their return trip home, only eager to get back to camp after their long long time away.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 13:01:20 GMT -5
What's in a name... My name is Nightkit.
Age before beauty? Psh! I'm about 12 moons old or so.
Don't you dare call me a tom! I'm a lady... That's why.
Just where do your loyalties lie... I'm a proud Shadowclan cat.
Know your place. As of now, I'm a kit.
Big is beautiful! Nightkit has grown to quite the size. She is, without a doubt, one of the biggest kits. She looks just like her father, the poor dear... She is huge and jet black, with paws that look like they'd fit on a cat three or four times her size. Her fur is short to medium length like her father's, but her eyes are the gentle blue of her mother's... With such big paws her steps are heavy, and her kittish nature makes her unstable. And yet she's learning rapidly how to use those paws to her advantage, and she knew that eventually she would grow into them.
Daddy's princess Nightkit is a dainty little thing at heart. And she longs so deeply to truly be so. And yet with her size it is rather difficult. She can often be seen practicing her little prance, though her paws make it quite impossible. And though her actions may come off as prissy, this young she-cat really was not. She just had a deep longing to be considered pretty. On the outside the she-cat looked very much like her father. And where it helped with the fighting and the physical things... It didn't help with being pretty... And that is what she longed for. And yet truly this young she-cat was quite the opposite from her parents... Or at least what her parents let everyone else see of them... Truly this young feline was a kind and caring little one... She held the same sharp tongue as her two parents, and yet the coments that flowed from this little one were never sharp sarcasm, but instead witty coments used to uplift or encourage, perhaps entertain or even tease. She is a somewhat outspoken kitten, and yet she speaks what is on her mind, but tints it with the rose colored glasses, never wishing to make anyone feel bad.
What's your story? Nightkit's story is not terribly long... But it is one full of action and terror for the poor little one... She lived life as a kit, happily for a few moons. Things were going well, she was growing rapidly, as were the rest of her syblings...
But then one day, while her parents were showing them the forest, Two-leggers came... They were huge! And there were so many of them! They caught the cats, considering they couldn't move so fast with so many little ones... They were caught and carted off to some unknown location...
Nightkit was terrified! They took mommy and her brothers and sisters away... But when they tried to lay one of their naked paws on her, her daddy gave them some nice slash marks to remember him by... So they ended up leaving her with her father...
Well moons and moons passed, she grew more and more each day, until she was around 6 moons old. Her father was distressed because she should be getting a mentor and getting her training. Well she didn't remember much of this, but her father soon took on that role, teaching her about the Warrior Code, and even teaching her some fighting moves, well... What he could in that tiny cramped space...
She learned all she could from her father there in that cage, until one day... The two leggers got careless! They left their cage open for just a few moments, and bam! Her father was out of the cage and headed for the open window! Well she wasn't about to be left behind, and she bolted for it as well! Soon enough the pair of cats were out and on their way to what her father called... Home.
Your family is everything... Her father Sharpfang is all she knows she has left. Dalmationpaw, her brother, also survived as well, but she doesn't know this.
Halt, who goes there? What's the password? Antidiluvian
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 12:20:09 GMT -5
Snowpelt had not been herself for so long now... It had been almost a year since the Gathering where she had heard of Sharpfang's dissapearance... And she knew nothing since... Every Gathering she would find some ShadowClanner and ask them about the whereabouts of her beloved brother... Of course most of them still hardly had any clue that they were kin... But every moon it was the same... No news and no brother...
Well this fine day she lay silently beside the pond, gazing into it's crystal depths. She trembled slightly as she thought of her brother, his strong face rising up into her mind's gaze. She shook her head and ducked her head against her shoulder slightly, fighting back a cry. She had been quite dead and oblivious to what went on. She went on autopilot... As far as she knew, her Apprentice had completed his training and went on to be a Warrior, but honestly she wasn't sure.
Every day she would go hunting and go on patrol, even talk with her Clan mates, but they could see she wasn't really all there. It was sad really... The young Warrioress had so much potential... And yet here she was, hardly a shell of her former self... And this is how one would find her at the pond side today...
Well that was until, her ears suddenly shot up and her tail leapt up as well, her head raising and eyes looking around wildly. What was that?! She had gotten a feeling... A warm presence! It was him... Sharpfang! He wasn't dead! She leapt to her paws and yowled out loud. "He's not dead! He's not dead..." How in the world did she know this... Well she had no idea but she had to find out! But there wasn't to be a Gathering for a while yet... She hissed slightly to herself and began pacing along the pondside, debating. She couldn't be caught on ShadowClan lands... But she had to know... What a dellima...
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 19, 2009 11:34:34 GMT -5
Name: Sharpstar Definition: Um... The opposite of dull? Leader.
Gender: Tom Clan: ShadowClan Age: 33 moons Rank: Leader
____________Looks: Sharpfang is an unusually large cat. His fur is somewhere between short and medium length and it is all black in color. His paws are quite large which causes the large tom to have to work harder to remain quiet on his paws. He still hasn’t fully mastered the use of them yet, which makes him rather loud and not the best at hunting. Though luckily being quiet isn't what he usually relies on. He is a wonderful fighter, using his size as an advantage. He is young yet and still working on becoming more stealthy in his walk and hunting skills. Sharpfang gets his name because of his unusually long fangs which are a weapon of choice for him in battle. His eyes burn a light amber in color.
____________Persona: Sharpfang is a quiet and thoughtful cat... He always has been. It is very rare to hear him speak, and yet when he does it is usually either very sarcastic, very profound, or both. He is not a gentle cat by any means. He is mean spirited and yet not antagonistic about it. His presence makes any cat, even his own clanmates, quite nervous. Although whether this is because of his daunting size or the aura he puts out that fills other cats with uncertainty, is not known. His true feelings are often not shown and instead he puts on an air of indifference. Yet when it comes down to it, Sharpfang is fiercely loyal and would lay down his life for the cats in his clan.
____________History: Sharpfang's past is a mystery even to him... No one truly knows where the young cat came from except the one cat who found him and brought him into the clan, who was an old elder at the time and didn't live long after that. He didn't share what he had found of the strange large dark kit with anyone, and before he gave him up to the queens he washed his fur very very thouraghly, eliminating most of the scent of his birthclan before bringing him to the queens, saying he found him in the forest... Which was true... Partially.
Sharpfang was born to a WindClan mother and father... He was in the same litter as Snowpelt, in fact. One day he was out of camp with his mother and sister, exploring the territory just outside of camp. Out of no where, a huge storm kicked up and, terrified, the young kit darted away from his mother and sister. He ran full on away, rain drenching his tiny frame until he came to the terrifying Thunder Path. He showed no fear and darted across it, crying out as the harsh surface stung and ripped at his paws. He felt a rumbling and froze, only to feel a huge... Something rush over him! He cried out in pure terror and dashed once again until he was on the other side of that terrifying place.
He didn't stop running, even though he had stumbled into a place where the stench of it clung to his fur, masking his WindClan scent along with the pouring rain. He found shelter under a rather small bush and waited there, trembling until morning. Little did he know, but he was near the ShadowClan territory and in the morning he was found by an old cat who's heart was softened by the terrified and hungry kit. He took him in for the day, cleaning him up and bringing him to the queens. The queen didn't recognize his scent as it was so covered by everything else. But she took him in and suckled him as her own, and so he grew up a proud ShadowClan cat, no one having the slightest clue of where the large kit came from.
He continued to grow and thrive under the care of the queen and he was by far the biggest kit in the nursery. Yet he didn't play much like the others. When he did, he found he managed to hurt the other kits. So he would withdraw and watch, studying for their weaknesses and thinking about how they could be overcome as he got older. He was apprenticed at 6 moons old and trained. He learned rapidly, doing just as he was told until he was dubbed a warrior at 10 moons old. He had learned everything his mentor had to teach him much faster than all the other apprentices had. He was young, but his size didn't allow the other cats to remember that. He was a fierce opponent in any circle and held his place well in his own clan.
He grew to be quite the Warrior in his clan, serving it and protecting it as one should. He never changed, always quite the brooding and quiet one... And yet, somehow, he met the love of his life... Whitefoot was her name... Sarcasm and hatred were her games... Well somehow Sharpfang was lucky enough to get on the good side of the lioness and the two quickly became mates. Together they had a litter of beautiful kits, and began raising them together. Sharpfang always had ambitions to become the Deputy, and sometime the leader of his beloved Clan, and yet that would have to wait, he had a family to tend to... He had also just received his first Apprentice, which he was now working hard to train, while making sure not to be neglectful to his beloved mate and kits.
But then the unthinkable happened... Whitefoot had decided to take the family on an outing. This usually wasn't done, but Whitefoot and Sharpfang wished to show their little ones their favorite place... Little did they know, there were humans around there. There had never been many humans around there! But this time there were... There were humans everywhere! And as soon as they got there, they were spotted... The humans chased them down. Whitefoot and Sharpfang couldn't get far, considering they had their little ones with them, and so they were all captured and carted off.
Well it's been a year now and no word had come from Sharpfang or his beloved family... The family had been split apart and kits and mother taken away, except for one... Nightkit. For some reason they left that little one with her father, taking care of her as a queen would... Sort of. Well at first Sharpfang would bite them and scratch at them every time they came near the little one, but as she grew weaker and weaker, he eventually let them, knowing he couldn't feed her like he should... She grew strong and healthy again in no time, though, and they lived like this for a time. But Sharpfang was ever villigent, looking for a way to escape... While they were there, however, Sharpfang would train his little one as much as he could. True she wasn't likely to get a proper Mentor any time soon, but her father taught her the Warrior Code and as many fighting moves as he could in that cramped space... He didn't want her to be too far behind when they got back. Yes... He was determined to get them home.
Well one day such an opportunity came! The humans got stupid and comfortable that the cats would stay where they were left! Stupid humans... At first chance, Sharpfang nudged Nightkit and dashed off toward the open window, scrambling up and out rapidly. Nightkit was hot on his tail. They heard shouts from the humans behind them, but they were too late! Father and daughter ran for all they were worth, following their noses and their hearts... It would be some time... But soon enough they would make it home...
____________Family: Daughter: Nightkit, Son: Dalmationpaw, who also survived the humans, but Sharpfang doesn't know this yet, Sister: Snowpelt
____________Password: Antidiluvien (Unless it's changed)
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 18, 2009 2:28:39 GMT -5
(Ok so first of all, I know I already had her... But I'ma going to pretend she never left... But change a couple things, like for example that she was never leader. Just say she had been a Warrior for the time. Name: Snowpelt Snow: A layer of snowflakes (white crystals of frozen water) covering the ground. Pelt: Fur; the dressed hairy coat of a mammal
Gender: She-cat Clan: WindClan Age: Around 33 moons now. Rank: Warrior
____________Looks: Snowpelt looks just as her name suggests. Her fur is a beautiful snow-white colored, interrupted only by small splashes of orange across the backs of her ears and her face. Her tail looks as if she managed to dip it into something of the same orange color as well. She is a small cat. Her size and frame makes her suitable to living in WindClan and chasing rabbits, her clan's prey of choice. Her eyes are an ice blue color, and yet they hold a gentleness and if you look deep enough you will see the gentle spirit the young cat harbors. Her paws are dainty causing her steps to be naturally careful and quiet as she makes her way over the windswept moors of her homeland. This is Snowpelt, a proud little she-cat of WindClan.
____________Persona: Snowpelt is a kind young she-cat. She has a very gentle and caring nature to her. She is very much an observer and tends to enjoy sitting back and watching quietly more than jumping in and learning through experience. She has an almost motherly sense to her in the fact that she feels a strong need to protect and care for everyone she comes into contact with. The feeling she feels for her birth clan is very similar to how a queen feels toward her kits. She is a wonderful listener and clan cats of all ages, usually those her age and younger, but not always, felt that they could come to talk to this young cat about their problems. She shows wisdom beyond her years, and even if she can't give an answer to the problems her clanmates have, it seems to help them by just talking it through with her. She is kind and gentle, hating to fight unless it's necessary, yet just like a mother for her kits, Snowpelt would give her very life for her clan if the situation called for it.
____________History: Snowpelt was born and grew up in this clan. She was quite strange to the others as a kit. She never longed to jump into the play with the other kits, and at first the clan thought there was something wrong with her. But as she grew, the clan became less and less worried about her. As a kit, Snowpelt spent many long days sitting beside her mother and watching her denmates play. She watched them with as much or maybe more intensity than their own mother and if a squabble broke out, Snowkit was often the first one to the kits side, rebukeing the aggressor and comforting the victim.
As an apprentice she often frusterated her mentor, for in training, when he tried to explain fighting moves to her, she had the hardest time picking them up and repeating them. But once she watched another apprentice/mentor pair she got the fighting moves flawlessly. Her mentor soon picked up her way of learning and she learned quickly, rapidly passing up the other apprentices.
Snowpelt was appointed her Warrior name a couple moons earlier than many of the cats her age. She received it at the early age of 10 moons. The reason for this being that she completed all the training her mentor had for her to learn in that short time, and passed her test flawlessly. She went on to loyaly serve her Clan quite well up to this point in her life, now here she was, quite well in her prime.
____________IC: Goodness today had been quite the eventful day... She had finished her training quite a bit earlier than the others and received her final test, and then today had been the day... She received her Warrior name... She sighed gently as she gazed up at the half full moon. She remembered the ceremony well... As she should have as it had only been earlier that day...
She had stood so proudly beside her proud mentor, who absolutely beamed with pride at his young apprentice. She listened intently to the age long words from their young leader, and her best friend... Amberstar spoke with great pride and would bestow upon her her Warrior name... Snowpelt... How fitting.
She listened intently and grinned as she could almost hear the echoes of her Clanmates chanting... Snowpelt... Snowpelt... Goodness if her mother were here... She would be so proud of her little one, she was sure of this... Well she moved to get greetings of her new name and congratulations from her beloved clanmates, who in turn loved her dearly.
Well her waking dream soon evaporated and she found herself alone out in the clearing of the camp, gazing up at the high moon... She was now a Warrior... And tonight her Clan would sleep safely, knowing that this one young Warrior was up all night to watch over and protect them from any harm. Silently, of course, as she thought and reflected over everything. She had done it... She was now a full fledged Warrior, able to serve her Clan as she was meant to... And this duty was taken very seriously, started this very night... And would continue for all of her days to come.
____________Family: Only her brother is left alive.
____________Password: Antidiluvian (Or whatever it is being changed to.
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Post by wolfkitten on Jun 18, 2009 0:32:52 GMT -5
*Sneaks in throught the back door and looks around in silence until she is noticed and would grin brightly* Why hello there! Yes a lost one has found her way... Sorry about being gone and now following you guys for a while! But yesh... The Kitt-meister has found her way home. Hiya hiya hiya! I'm not sure what I'm going to do... But I may "remake" all my old charries... Not sure if I want them to "come back" or what... Lol I have no clue what has all happened... Lol.
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