Post by `s қ y . x x on Mar 23, 2007 2:32:12 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Fernwhisker
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
27 Moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Fernwhisker is red and white, in a slightly unusual bicolor pattern. She is quite small and lean, with long legs and a long white tail. Her speed can rival that of a Windclanner.
Her eyes are easily her most striking feature; they are beautiful leaf-green, bright and reflective. It is usually easy to read her emotions through those eyes, but Fernwhisker is capible of closing herself off. At such times, it is nearly impossible to tell what she is thinking or feeling.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Despite her dark kithood, Fernwhisker is essentially a happy cat. She is friendly and outgoing. She is usually in a good mood, and laughs often; her claim is that laughter is what keeps a cat sane, and it seems to work on her. She can be as playfull as a kit; when it snows, she dives right in; she bats at butterflys and dances in the rain, absolutely unashamed of her kitlike behavior. She tends to pity those who have lost touch with their inner kit.
Fernwhisker is not always bright and cheerful, of course. She knows that there is a time for play and a time to get serious. She has a nearly unshakable calm about her, and it takes her an eternity to grow angry with another cat. She can't hold a grudge to save her life; no matter how irritated another cat makes her, she will shrug it off the next day. She cannot bring herself to truely hate anyone.
She cares deeply for her Clan, and would run to the ends of the earth to keep Thunderclan happy and healthy and safe.
Fernwhisker has an uncanny knack for reading another cat's emotions, and as a result, it is very difficult to lie to her or fool her. Because of this, she is an excellent judge of character, and this trait may also play a part in her skill at hiding her emotions.
She is usually open and friendly, judges others fairly and without prejudice, but she takes a long time to truely trust another cat. She enjoys the time she spends with others, but she is truely happy alone. She can entertain herself very well on her own, and she never gets lonely.
She does not fear death, and recovers from tragedy with alarming speed, where others may still be grieving.
She also possesses a guilt complex, and feels bad for any wrongs that befall her Clan, her friends, or anyone at all close to her, whether it is her fault or not.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
As the night grew longer a small she-cat followed the rest of her clan. She smiled as the thoughts of Defending her clan in battle. Fernwhisker scratched her shoulder with her teeth. The leader bounded onto a rock to face the clan as the enemy clan waited for them. Fernwhisker snarled at a tom who stared at her, his eyes glimmering with evil. Fernwhisker looked up at the sky, 'Starclan Give me strenght' she thought as the leader yowled for the start. She charged forward, her young musles flexing as she stared at the tom, ready to attack him. She kept watching as she weaved through the cats as they met with tooth and claw. She sprang from behind at the tom and snarled as she sank her fangs into the tom's neck. The tom snarled with anger as he turned and swiped at her with sharp claws. She bounded onto his head, pushing his face into a huge mud puddle. Another tom stalked up behind her and sprang, grabbing her muzzle and flinging her across the clearing and into a tree, knocking her out.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Fernwhisker was born as a loner to a father called Cloud, and a mother called Tawnycoat, who had chose Cloud over her Clan, SwiftClan, and was thus exiled.
Her two siblings, Redkit and Leafkit, were named after Clan customs because their mother was very homesick and saw her kit's names as a way of holding onto her old ways.
Something began happening to Cloud early on. He would leave for long periods of time; he would grow grumpy and irritated for no reason at all, and he becan to grow paranoid.
Fernwhisker -then Fernkit- was about five, almost six moons old when her father snapped. What exactly he had been thinking when he snapped was unknown, but as far as Fernkit was concerned, her father went mad.
He vanished for many days, and when he snuck back in the middle of the night, he unknowingly awoke Fernkit.
Fernkit witnessed her father, for his own obscure reasons, kill his mother and her two siblings.
He turned on her, ready to murder her as well, when she finally overcame her panic and ran. She was by far faster than her father, and by the time she had calmed enough to stop, she had outdistanced everything she had ever known.
She wandered for many moons as a loner, sharpening the basic hunting skills her mother had taught her, finding her own ways to amuse herself in the days she spent alone.
She spied on the Clans from afar, and her curiosity was awakened. One day, she met a Thunderclan patrol on the borders and persuaded them to let her meet the leader. She was still young, and as far as the ThunderClanners assumed, was no threat at all.
She was accepted into the Clan not much later, and trained until she was thirteen and a half moons of age. She was made a warrior early because in her efforts to make Thunderclan her home, she had thrown herself entirely into training. She practiced hunting and fighting constantly and listened attentively to everything her mentor said.
She settled in quickly, and tried to forget her past.
She proved her loyalty to Thunderclan many times over, including that time when she climbed halfway up a tree in a windstorm to save a young apprentice from being blown out. She herself fell out of the tree on her way down, but miraculously saved the young cat from harm. She herself had been battered and injured by the fall, but she managed to make a full recovery. It hadn't been that far of a fall, after all.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
Fernwhisker
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
27 Moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Fernwhisker is red and white, in a slightly unusual bicolor pattern. She is quite small and lean, with long legs and a long white tail. Her speed can rival that of a Windclanner.
Her eyes are easily her most striking feature; they are beautiful leaf-green, bright and reflective. It is usually easy to read her emotions through those eyes, but Fernwhisker is capible of closing herself off. At such times, it is nearly impossible to tell what she is thinking or feeling.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Despite her dark kithood, Fernwhisker is essentially a happy cat. She is friendly and outgoing. She is usually in a good mood, and laughs often; her claim is that laughter is what keeps a cat sane, and it seems to work on her. She can be as playfull as a kit; when it snows, she dives right in; she bats at butterflys and dances in the rain, absolutely unashamed of her kitlike behavior. She tends to pity those who have lost touch with their inner kit.
Fernwhisker is not always bright and cheerful, of course. She knows that there is a time for play and a time to get serious. She has a nearly unshakable calm about her, and it takes her an eternity to grow angry with another cat. She can't hold a grudge to save her life; no matter how irritated another cat makes her, she will shrug it off the next day. She cannot bring herself to truely hate anyone.
She cares deeply for her Clan, and would run to the ends of the earth to keep Thunderclan happy and healthy and safe.
Fernwhisker has an uncanny knack for reading another cat's emotions, and as a result, it is very difficult to lie to her or fool her. Because of this, she is an excellent judge of character, and this trait may also play a part in her skill at hiding her emotions.
She is usually open and friendly, judges others fairly and without prejudice, but she takes a long time to truely trust another cat. She enjoys the time she spends with others, but she is truely happy alone. She can entertain herself very well on her own, and she never gets lonely.
She does not fear death, and recovers from tragedy with alarming speed, where others may still be grieving.
She also possesses a guilt complex, and feels bad for any wrongs that befall her Clan, her friends, or anyone at all close to her, whether it is her fault or not.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
As the night grew longer a small she-cat followed the rest of her clan. She smiled as the thoughts of Defending her clan in battle. Fernwhisker scratched her shoulder with her teeth. The leader bounded onto a rock to face the clan as the enemy clan waited for them. Fernwhisker snarled at a tom who stared at her, his eyes glimmering with evil. Fernwhisker looked up at the sky, 'Starclan Give me strenght' she thought as the leader yowled for the start. She charged forward, her young musles flexing as she stared at the tom, ready to attack him. She kept watching as she weaved through the cats as they met with tooth and claw. She sprang from behind at the tom and snarled as she sank her fangs into the tom's neck. The tom snarled with anger as he turned and swiped at her with sharp claws. She bounded onto his head, pushing his face into a huge mud puddle. Another tom stalked up behind her and sprang, grabbing her muzzle and flinging her across the clearing and into a tree, knocking her out.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
Fernwhisker was born as a loner to a father called Cloud, and a mother called Tawnycoat, who had chose Cloud over her Clan, SwiftClan, and was thus exiled.
Her two siblings, Redkit and Leafkit, were named after Clan customs because their mother was very homesick and saw her kit's names as a way of holding onto her old ways.
Something began happening to Cloud early on. He would leave for long periods of time; he would grow grumpy and irritated for no reason at all, and he becan to grow paranoid.
Fernwhisker -then Fernkit- was about five, almost six moons old when her father snapped. What exactly he had been thinking when he snapped was unknown, but as far as Fernkit was concerned, her father went mad.
He vanished for many days, and when he snuck back in the middle of the night, he unknowingly awoke Fernkit.
Fernkit witnessed her father, for his own obscure reasons, kill his mother and her two siblings.
He turned on her, ready to murder her as well, when she finally overcame her panic and ran. She was by far faster than her father, and by the time she had calmed enough to stop, she had outdistanced everything she had ever known.
She wandered for many moons as a loner, sharpening the basic hunting skills her mother had taught her, finding her own ways to amuse herself in the days she spent alone.
She spied on the Clans from afar, and her curiosity was awakened. One day, she met a Thunderclan patrol on the borders and persuaded them to let her meet the leader. She was still young, and as far as the ThunderClanners assumed, was no threat at all.
She was accepted into the Clan not much later, and trained until she was thirteen and a half moons of age. She was made a warrior early because in her efforts to make Thunderclan her home, she had thrown herself entirely into training. She practiced hunting and fighting constantly and listened attentively to everything her mentor said.
She settled in quickly, and tried to forget her past.
She proved her loyalty to Thunderclan many times over, including that time when she climbed halfway up a tree in a windstorm to save a young apprentice from being blown out. She herself fell out of the tree on her way down, but miraculously saved the young cat from harm. She herself had been battered and injured by the fall, but she managed to make a full recovery. It hadn't been that far of a fall, after all.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring
