Post by celestial on Oct 14, 2007 13:41:24 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Fallingleaf
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
19 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Fallingleaf has transfixing brownish amber eyes that never seem to look at you but rather look into you or through you, though he is looking at you. His fur is a blend of brown black and amberlike cream colors in a tabby pattern. His fur also has silver flecks twined inside of the stripes and his paws are snowy white along with his under neck and chest and part of his belly. His slender tail is tipped pure black and is always the single thing that seems to show how he is feeling, always twitching faster the happier or more nervous he is and slower the sadder or more scared he is.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Fallingleaf is a strange cat that is always acting in mysterious ways, staring off all the time and never talking to other cats often unless he is warning them about something or if they talk to him or seem really friendly. He will often speak in riddles and no one knows why but he seems to do it so naturally they sometimes just think it's them that are doing something wrong when they don't understand. When he looks at someone it is as if he sees exactly who they are and it often unnerves other cats and it is hard for him not to see what they are. In ways he seems much older then his true age and he has always been that way, even as a kit.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
back then he had been born to a sister that had been still born under the full moon. He had never truely acted like a kit, always watching as the others played speaking in ways that only full grown warriors would and showing understanding far beyond any kit's. As an apprentice he excelled in hunting but wasn't to keen to fight. At first cats thought it was becuase he was afraid but when a bully bit him on the tail after he tried to walk away they were all proven wrong. The bully hadn't been able to fight for a fourth a moon after that battle becuase he was hurt in just a way that wouldn't permenatly damage him but wouldn't allow him to move much at all for weeks.
His mentor constantly worried about him and no one seemed to understand him. Once one warrior came out near midnight from a restless stomache to see Fallingpaw staring at the stars with such a look on his face that the warrior had run back to the den, his snack forgotten. Some of the clan beleived he was evil others beleived he was just crazy but a few knew the truth, Fallingpaw was speacial, not just diffrent but important. In fact once the first cat suggested this many of them started to realize how much he acted like a leader or medicine cat would. When asked though he told them all clearly that he desired to be neighther.
When he became a warrior he stayed up all night on his vigil like any good warrior but the next night he did not sleep eighther nor the night after. Finally after three nights and days without sleep and watching the camp he agreed to sleep in the warrior's den with no fuss. The other warriors were once again puzzled, he hadn't even had a cat nap in all those days. Some cats even went as far to say that he was a vesel for Starclan which everyone else dismissed for mouse-brained thinking, but now some cats are starting to change their minds about that as Fallingleaf grows stranger every day.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Fallingleaf crept out of the warriors den as he did every night, the snoring warriors around him didn't even notice as he left, they never seemed to. He stepped out into the cool night air and sighed a silent breath as he scented the sweet grass that was gathering the night's sparkling dew. Why did none of the other cats ever just come out to see this? He looked up at the half moon, the stars dancing gently around it. His chest filled with the same feeling he got every time he came out and watched. A total feeling of warmth and happiness filled up in him as he once again closed his eyes and let himself drift from his body to become one with the night and sky. Small voices like whipping wind sang out to him and he heard the sounds of the night before they acctually came.
Why did no one else feel this way? The voices calmed from a jumbling song into clear words and he smiled as once again they spoke to him, telling him stories of the past. Something still back in his body felt the air warm a bit and he sighed drawing himself together and taking a deep breath aas he contained himself in his body once more and opened his eyes. Tonight the voices had said something diffrent than usual, they had told him to be more weary of ho might see him doing this. He was certian it was just his deep self speaking to him when he slipped into the trances but...but somehow the voices never.... felt like himself. Shaking out his slightly dew wettened fur he sighed and licked the sweet water from his fur then headed back for the den, even though as usual he woul never fall asleep again until that night.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
Fallingleaf
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
19 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Fallingleaf has transfixing brownish amber eyes that never seem to look at you but rather look into you or through you, though he is looking at you. His fur is a blend of brown black and amberlike cream colors in a tabby pattern. His fur also has silver flecks twined inside of the stripes and his paws are snowy white along with his under neck and chest and part of his belly. His slender tail is tipped pure black and is always the single thing that seems to show how he is feeling, always twitching faster the happier or more nervous he is and slower the sadder or more scared he is.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Fallingleaf is a strange cat that is always acting in mysterious ways, staring off all the time and never talking to other cats often unless he is warning them about something or if they talk to him or seem really friendly. He will often speak in riddles and no one knows why but he seems to do it so naturally they sometimes just think it's them that are doing something wrong when they don't understand. When he looks at someone it is as if he sees exactly who they are and it often unnerves other cats and it is hard for him not to see what they are. In ways he seems much older then his true age and he has always been that way, even as a kit.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow]
back then he had been born to a sister that had been still born under the full moon. He had never truely acted like a kit, always watching as the others played speaking in ways that only full grown warriors would and showing understanding far beyond any kit's. As an apprentice he excelled in hunting but wasn't to keen to fight. At first cats thought it was becuase he was afraid but when a bully bit him on the tail after he tried to walk away they were all proven wrong. The bully hadn't been able to fight for a fourth a moon after that battle becuase he was hurt in just a way that wouldn't permenatly damage him but wouldn't allow him to move much at all for weeks.
His mentor constantly worried about him and no one seemed to understand him. Once one warrior came out near midnight from a restless stomache to see Fallingpaw staring at the stars with such a look on his face that the warrior had run back to the den, his snack forgotten. Some of the clan beleived he was evil others beleived he was just crazy but a few knew the truth, Fallingpaw was speacial, not just diffrent but important. In fact once the first cat suggested this many of them started to realize how much he acted like a leader or medicine cat would. When asked though he told them all clearly that he desired to be neighther.
When he became a warrior he stayed up all night on his vigil like any good warrior but the next night he did not sleep eighther nor the night after. Finally after three nights and days without sleep and watching the camp he agreed to sleep in the warrior's den with no fuss. The other warriors were once again puzzled, he hadn't even had a cat nap in all those days. Some cats even went as far to say that he was a vesel for Starclan which everyone else dismissed for mouse-brained thinking, but now some cats are starting to change their minds about that as Fallingleaf grows stranger every day.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Fallingleaf crept out of the warriors den as he did every night, the snoring warriors around him didn't even notice as he left, they never seemed to. He stepped out into the cool night air and sighed a silent breath as he scented the sweet grass that was gathering the night's sparkling dew. Why did none of the other cats ever just come out to see this? He looked up at the half moon, the stars dancing gently around it. His chest filled with the same feeling he got every time he came out and watched. A total feeling of warmth and happiness filled up in him as he once again closed his eyes and let himself drift from his body to become one with the night and sky. Small voices like whipping wind sang out to him and he heard the sounds of the night before they acctually came.
Why did no one else feel this way? The voices calmed from a jumbling song into clear words and he smiled as once again they spoke to him, telling him stories of the past. Something still back in his body felt the air warm a bit and he sighed drawing himself together and taking a deep breath aas he contained himself in his body once more and opened his eyes. Tonight the voices had said something diffrent than usual, they had told him to be more weary of ho might see him doing this. He was certian it was just his deep self speaking to him when he slipped into the trances but...but somehow the voices never.... felt like himself. Shaking out his slightly dew wettened fur he sighed and licked the sweet water from his fur then headed back for the den, even though as usual he woul never fall asleep again until that night.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
