Post by foxpool on Oct 28, 2009 17:34:49 GMT -6
Name: Stormfeather
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Queen
Description: Stormfeather is a beautiful golden she-cat with stormy blue eyes. Her belly is light blue-gray, and her paws are streaked blue. Her muzzle is also blue-gray, and her face is a triangle shape. Her nose is blue with white freckles, and her whiskers are long and slightly curled at the tips. Her eyes are curved like an almond, with long eyelashes and a jetblack pupil. Her tail is a plume, with a narrow strip of gray on the underside. Her claws are short and sharp, and her paws are covered with fine, thick hairs.
Personality: Like most ShadowClan cats, Stormfeather can be ambitious and spiteful. However, she does know where the line between dream and reality comes. She does not care that Crowfoot, her mate, has killed a cat before. He has asked forgiveness of StarClan for the blood of the cat Rivershadow on his paws. Now, Stormfeather loves him for who he is. She is feircely loyal to her Clan, but smiles upon friendsips in other Clans. She thinks that having a different friend in another Clan is an experienece that all should remember. They should also remember that they could meet them in battle.
Summary Golden she-cat with gray-blue belly and blue nose.
History: Stormfeather's parents have long been forgotten. What was not forgotten was the story of her life.
On a warm midsummer's day in green-leaf, Stormkit was born. She was very rambunctious and witty as a kit, but as she grew to be an apprentice, and later a warrior, she calmed. Stormfeather's dreams in life were to have kits, so that one day she might have grandkits to come running up to her and clustering around her when she was an elder, eager to hear her stories of her kits when THEY were kits. However, her first kitting was hard, and the ShadowClan medicine cat broke the news to her that she could not have any more kits. Now, she is feircely protective of Lightkit, her only kit, and her mate, Crowfoot.
Roleplaying Sample: Stormfeather bounded out of the medicine cat's den, purring.
"Guess what, Crowfoot?" she sang.
"I'm going to have kits!" she twirled her tail around Crowfoot's and licked his face. Crowfoot returned the lick, radiating love and happiness.
The moons passed, and Stormfeather's belly grew. One day she kitted. The cold leafbare night was chilled by a thunderstorm, and, even in the well-protected nursery, Stormfeather was soaked with water and mud. All the cats looked dull and gray before her eyes. The medicine cat, Mothwhisker, bent over and picked something up. It was a kit. Just one. For all the hours of pain and pushing, Stormfeather had produced one kit. And a lot of blood. Spots whirled before her eyes as she struggled to see through the sudden sunlight. Then she realized it wasn't the sun of StarClan or the actual sun. It was her kit.
"I name her...Light...kit..." Stormfeather sighed, and fell unconscious. She awoke two days later, the worried face of Mothwhisker bending over her. Lightkit was suckling at her belly, but all was not well. Stormfeather could feel it.
"What is it? Is Lightkit hurt? Is she blind? Is she deaf?" Stormfeather asked, her voice rising in tone as fear washed over her.
Mothwhisker bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Stormfeather. You can never have kits again."
Family: Stormfeather's parents have been forgotten, but she is the mother of Lightkit, and mate to Crowfoot.
Mate: Crowfoot
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Gender: She-cat
Age: 23 moons
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Queen
Description: Stormfeather is a beautiful golden she-cat with stormy blue eyes. Her belly is light blue-gray, and her paws are streaked blue. Her muzzle is also blue-gray, and her face is a triangle shape. Her nose is blue with white freckles, and her whiskers are long and slightly curled at the tips. Her eyes are curved like an almond, with long eyelashes and a jetblack pupil. Her tail is a plume, with a narrow strip of gray on the underside. Her claws are short and sharp, and her paws are covered with fine, thick hairs.
Personality: Like most ShadowClan cats, Stormfeather can be ambitious and spiteful. However, she does know where the line between dream and reality comes. She does not care that Crowfoot, her mate, has killed a cat before. He has asked forgiveness of StarClan for the blood of the cat Rivershadow on his paws. Now, Stormfeather loves him for who he is. She is feircely loyal to her Clan, but smiles upon friendsips in other Clans. She thinks that having a different friend in another Clan is an experienece that all should remember. They should also remember that they could meet them in battle.
Summary Golden she-cat with gray-blue belly and blue nose.
History: Stormfeather's parents have long been forgotten. What was not forgotten was the story of her life.
On a warm midsummer's day in green-leaf, Stormkit was born. She was very rambunctious and witty as a kit, but as she grew to be an apprentice, and later a warrior, she calmed. Stormfeather's dreams in life were to have kits, so that one day she might have grandkits to come running up to her and clustering around her when she was an elder, eager to hear her stories of her kits when THEY were kits. However, her first kitting was hard, and the ShadowClan medicine cat broke the news to her that she could not have any more kits. Now, she is feircely protective of Lightkit, her only kit, and her mate, Crowfoot.
Roleplaying Sample: Stormfeather bounded out of the medicine cat's den, purring.
"Guess what, Crowfoot?" she sang.
"I'm going to have kits!" she twirled her tail around Crowfoot's and licked his face. Crowfoot returned the lick, radiating love and happiness.
The moons passed, and Stormfeather's belly grew. One day she kitted. The cold leafbare night was chilled by a thunderstorm, and, even in the well-protected nursery, Stormfeather was soaked with water and mud. All the cats looked dull and gray before her eyes. The medicine cat, Mothwhisker, bent over and picked something up. It was a kit. Just one. For all the hours of pain and pushing, Stormfeather had produced one kit. And a lot of blood. Spots whirled before her eyes as she struggled to see through the sudden sunlight. Then she realized it wasn't the sun of StarClan or the actual sun. It was her kit.
"I name her...Light...kit..." Stormfeather sighed, and fell unconscious. She awoke two days later, the worried face of Mothwhisker bending over her. Lightkit was suckling at her belly, but all was not well. Stormfeather could feel it.
"What is it? Is Lightkit hurt? Is she blind? Is she deaf?" Stormfeather asked, her voice rising in tone as fear washed over her.
Mothwhisker bowed his head. "I'm sorry, Stormfeather. You can never have kits again."
Family: Stormfeather's parents have been forgotten, but she is the mother of Lightkit, and mate to Crowfoot.
Mate: Crowfoot
Code Word: Warrior Cats
