Post by STREAMY ?! on Nov 7, 2007 18:42:49 GMT -5
Two bios.
C L I C K E T H F O R P I C
Name:
Sunfeather
Age:
Seventeen moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
ThunderClan
Desired Position:
Deputy
Personality:
Sunfeather is brave, intelligent, and loyal, you would think she is perfect. The one thing she hates about herself is that she isn't a fast learner. Her motives aren't always good, but she always tries to live her life as well as possible.She isn't very patient, but she tries to be. Whatever you do, don't hurt her family or her friends, because if you do, RUN! To be her friend, you must be loyal to your clan, and nice to all of the clan members.When it comes to kits she can tolerate them completely, they do not annoy her like they do many cats. She would never hurt one, and if she saw that someone did, she would track them down and claw their fur out! Sunfeather loves to explore, like Twoleg kits do in green-leaf.
Physical Description:
Sunfeather is a beautiful cat. She is thin and looks slightly frail, but underneath the sickly outside she has iron-hard muscles. Sunfeather is very, very tall. She is not a cat to be messed with. Her extra long silver claws can easily slash a chunk of flesh from an enemy cat--or a piece of fresh-kill. But she is not much good against cats bigger than herself.
Sunfeather's coat is a mixture of ambers, whites, browns and grays. She is quite pretty. It is short, sleek and shiny. The fur on her elbows is longer and her belly-fur is snowy white and slightly longer as well. This fur covers her throat and paws as well.
Sunfeather's eyes are a soft, duck-egg blue ((not in pic)). They are very pretty.
History:
Smallkit was born in ShadowClan. Her parents only had one kit, her. She was a tiny, thin, frail kit. Her parents had no mercy and dumped her in a stream to drown. Luckily a ThunderClan patrol found and rescued her. The tiny kit was renamed Sunkit because of the way her eyes sparkled in sunshine.
Sunkit grew up in ThunderClan and made friends there. Soon she was apprenticed.
After moons of training, Sunpaw became Sunfeather, because of her tufts of fur at her elbows and knees. She is a loyal, hardworking she-cat who would do anything for the Clan that saved her.
IC:
Sunfeather sniffed the air. Vole. Stepping lightly, she crouched behind the bushes, her tail flicking with anticipation. She could her a soft scrambling sound, as the rodent drew near. She could see it through the reeds, moving ever closer... The she-cat flexed her hind paws and pounced, landing on top of the vole and killing it with a single blow. Sunfeather picked it up. A sweet smell filled her nostrils, but the Clan must be fed first. The prey dangling from her jaws, she padded on to the camp. Her small paws sank into the snow, but she ignored the feeling. She was stick-thin, and her muscular legs didn't look that muscular at all. She shivered, but again ignored it. The Clan was more important to her than personal care at the moment, especially through hard leaf-bares like this one.
Code:
Blood
[this one is worse]
C L I C K F O R P I C
Name.
Flashclaw
Age.
Twenty-three moons.
Position.
Warrior.
Clan.
ThunderClan.
Personality.
Though he is mature and caring now, when Flashclaw was an apprentice, he was wild and rambunctious. Although he could be seen as slightly annoying, he was a truly kind and considerate cat. He cares for his Clan more than almost anything, and would die for ThunderClan in an instant. He can be quiet now that he's grown out of his kit-ish stage, but he will still on occasion let loose and be wild.
Physical Appearance.
A flame-colored tabby with darker tan stripes, Flashclaw is lithe and small. His eyes are a deep golden amber, the color of maple sap. At a slight joke, they sparkle in a amusement. The tip of his tail is brown ((not in pic)).
History:
Flashclaw had a hard kit hood. His mother died shortly after he was born, and his father was too consumed by grief to pay much attention to his kits. His father was killed in a battle when they were still kits, barely a moon after their mother died. They grew up with the Clan as their family, which instilled a great love and loyalty to his Clan in Flashclaw. He had a sister too, Dawnpaw, and was very close to her. She was quite a bit more reserved than he was, which led him to be the wild apprentice he was, as if to make up for her lack of what he felt was enthusiasm. They did go their separate ways--she took the path of StarClan, he took the path of a warrior.
Tragedy struck again when his sister was mistaken for a warrior on the battlefield. He took Dawnheart's death hard, and did not come out of his den for some days. Many in his Clan thought that this must be the final blow, that no cat could survive this much pain. However one day he emerged from his den. His fur was ragged and he looked a little unsteady on his paws, but he had a determined light in his eyes. Though none know for certain, it is suspected his sister visited him from StarClan.
IC.
The moon had barely set as Flashclaw stumbled out of his den, weak, weary, changed. A far away glance would give the impression he was a cat that had given up hope and care for himself. And if it had been one night earlier, that would have been true. But not now.
" Hey, it's Flashclaw!"
"Flashclaw, are you okay?"
"Someone get him some fresh-kill!''
The stars were now fading softly, blurring on the edge of dawn. He turned to the rising sun, a fierce light in his eyes. It was a sight to behold as he stared at the vanishing night, watching darkness turn to day, He set his mind,spirit, and soul on the feeling he felt now. He had seen his sister in his dreams just now, and had begged her to take him back to StarClan with her. She had told him no, the Clan needed him more than ever. She told him never to lose his will to live, or else he would become the broken cat his father had been. Live for the Clan that needs you, she whispered. It may turn out they cannot survive without you...
And from that moment on, Flashclaw knew he would dedicate his life to the Clan.
Code: BLOOD.
C L I C K E T H F O R P I C
Name:
Sunfeather
Age:
Seventeen moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
ThunderClan
Desired Position:
Deputy
Personality:
Sunfeather is brave, intelligent, and loyal, you would think she is perfect. The one thing she hates about herself is that she isn't a fast learner. Her motives aren't always good, but she always tries to live her life as well as possible.She isn't very patient, but she tries to be. Whatever you do, don't hurt her family or her friends, because if you do, RUN! To be her friend, you must be loyal to your clan, and nice to all of the clan members.When it comes to kits she can tolerate them completely, they do not annoy her like they do many cats. She would never hurt one, and if she saw that someone did, she would track them down and claw their fur out! Sunfeather loves to explore, like Twoleg kits do in green-leaf.
Physical Description:
Sunfeather is a beautiful cat. She is thin and looks slightly frail, but underneath the sickly outside she has iron-hard muscles. Sunfeather is very, very tall. She is not a cat to be messed with. Her extra long silver claws can easily slash a chunk of flesh from an enemy cat--or a piece of fresh-kill. But she is not much good against cats bigger than herself.
Sunfeather's coat is a mixture of ambers, whites, browns and grays. She is quite pretty. It is short, sleek and shiny. The fur on her elbows is longer and her belly-fur is snowy white and slightly longer as well. This fur covers her throat and paws as well.
Sunfeather's eyes are a soft, duck-egg blue ((not in pic)). They are very pretty.
History:
Smallkit was born in ShadowClan. Her parents only had one kit, her. She was a tiny, thin, frail kit. Her parents had no mercy and dumped her in a stream to drown. Luckily a ThunderClan patrol found and rescued her. The tiny kit was renamed Sunkit because of the way her eyes sparkled in sunshine.
Sunkit grew up in ThunderClan and made friends there. Soon she was apprenticed.
After moons of training, Sunpaw became Sunfeather, because of her tufts of fur at her elbows and knees. She is a loyal, hardworking she-cat who would do anything for the Clan that saved her.
IC:
Sunfeather sniffed the air. Vole. Stepping lightly, she crouched behind the bushes, her tail flicking with anticipation. She could her a soft scrambling sound, as the rodent drew near. She could see it through the reeds, moving ever closer... The she-cat flexed her hind paws and pounced, landing on top of the vole and killing it with a single blow. Sunfeather picked it up. A sweet smell filled her nostrils, but the Clan must be fed first. The prey dangling from her jaws, she padded on to the camp. Her small paws sank into the snow, but she ignored the feeling. She was stick-thin, and her muscular legs didn't look that muscular at all. She shivered, but again ignored it. The Clan was more important to her than personal care at the moment, especially through hard leaf-bares like this one.
Code:
Blood
[this one is worse]
C L I C K F O R P I C
Name.
Flashclaw
Age.
Twenty-three moons.
Position.
Warrior.
Clan.
ThunderClan.
Personality.
Though he is mature and caring now, when Flashclaw was an apprentice, he was wild and rambunctious. Although he could be seen as slightly annoying, he was a truly kind and considerate cat. He cares for his Clan more than almost anything, and would die for ThunderClan in an instant. He can be quiet now that he's grown out of his kit-ish stage, but he will still on occasion let loose and be wild.
Physical Appearance.
A flame-colored tabby with darker tan stripes, Flashclaw is lithe and small. His eyes are a deep golden amber, the color of maple sap. At a slight joke, they sparkle in a amusement. The tip of his tail is brown ((not in pic)).
History:
Flashclaw had a hard kit hood. His mother died shortly after he was born, and his father was too consumed by grief to pay much attention to his kits. His father was killed in a battle when they were still kits, barely a moon after their mother died. They grew up with the Clan as their family, which instilled a great love and loyalty to his Clan in Flashclaw. He had a sister too, Dawnpaw, and was very close to her. She was quite a bit more reserved than he was, which led him to be the wild apprentice he was, as if to make up for her lack of what he felt was enthusiasm. They did go their separate ways--she took the path of StarClan, he took the path of a warrior.
Tragedy struck again when his sister was mistaken for a warrior on the battlefield. He took Dawnheart's death hard, and did not come out of his den for some days. Many in his Clan thought that this must be the final blow, that no cat could survive this much pain. However one day he emerged from his den. His fur was ragged and he looked a little unsteady on his paws, but he had a determined light in his eyes. Though none know for certain, it is suspected his sister visited him from StarClan.
IC.
The moon had barely set as Flashclaw stumbled out of his den, weak, weary, changed. A far away glance would give the impression he was a cat that had given up hope and care for himself. And if it had been one night earlier, that would have been true. But not now.
" Hey, it's Flashclaw!"
"Flashclaw, are you okay?"
"Someone get him some fresh-kill!''
The stars were now fading softly, blurring on the edge of dawn. He turned to the rising sun, a fierce light in his eyes. It was a sight to behold as he stared at the vanishing night, watching darkness turn to day, He set his mind,spirit, and soul on the feeling he felt now. He had seen his sister in his dreams just now, and had begged her to take him back to StarClan with her. She had told him no, the Clan needed him more than ever. She told him never to lose his will to live, or else he would become the broken cat his father had been. Live for the Clan that needs you, she whispered. It may turn out they cannot survive without you...
And from that moment on, Flashclaw knew he would dedicate his life to the Clan.
Code: BLOOD.
Although you could just except yourself...