Post by faith on Dec 15, 2007 1:20:41 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Spiritedflight Path
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Riverclan Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Senior Warrior Loner
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 43 Moons Old
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Spiritedflight is a small tom with a broad build and a long tail. His mussles are stong and often tensed though he can be very relaxed most of the time. He is very flexible and has great agility though he is not the fastest runner, but his nimbleness allows him to out run any other cat as long as he makes many turns.
His pelt is plotted like a siamese pelt but the tips are like a beuatiful brown and silver tabby's fur. He has soft fluffy fur that is medium in length but very warm. The Places where his fur is not like a tabby's is pure white and shines like a radient light when he is in a sun or moon beam. If you see him at night you may mistake him for a dead warrior which is not uncommon for him.
His eye is the prettiest, deep blue with lighter sky blue near the edges of his eye. It is a soft gaze that comes from that eye most of the time but if he is angry his eye is enough to tell you that you shouldn't be messing with him.
If you came at him from his left side he will look like the most handsom tom you had ever layed eyes on but if he turns towards you you will see that the right half of his face is almost entirely gone. His eye and ear are gone and an aweful scarred tissue covers that half of his face covered in an none hiding light fur that is the color of silver strands that only mirror the red tissue making it almost look as fresh as the day he got it.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Spiritedflight is often stand offish though he is always loyal and brave for his clan. In fact he got his scar protecting the clan though few know it. He trusts no one except his leader and others of his clan these days and he is very harsh towards outsiders. He will attack anyone who trys to approach him from his right side for he hates not being able to see them coming though he usually hears them coming before they can scare him.
In the warriors den he has chosen the nest at the very end of the den where the back wall can protect everyone else from coming to his right side while he is sleeping. He hates those who make fun off his scar or stare at it too long, though deep down he is mostly just hurt that they judge him by the scar. It hurts him very much when he sees someone out of the corner of his left eye who is admiring how he looks then looking scared or disgusted when he turns towards them, though he deals with it by snapping at them about it with a sharp tounge, he just wishes he could remember what they did when he turned to them before the scar was there. Many of even his clan think he is the rudest cat but some who are wiser know he is just trying to protect his feelings from others.
He is very conciderate of other's feelings but he has a hard time showing it to them for even if they understand his they don't want his pitty becuase they are to busy being sorry for him. He hates having others be sorry for him and wishes they would just treat him the way they used to when he didn't have the scar, even if he hardly remembers those days from so long ago.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow] Kithood- Spiritedkit was born to his proud parents, Moonblossum and Vanishing Storm. They were two of the more beautiful cats of the clan and were glad that Spiritedkit had inheirited their traits. Though his birth didn't come without a sorrow of it's own for his sister was still born, her body cold as a stone. She had looked very similar to Spiritedkit but scince she was so frozen in death his parents named her Coldkit so that she would have a name after death and Spiritedkit was named for having survived.
As Spiritedkit got older his parents decided not to tell him about ever having had a sister and he didn'y even think it odd that he had no one else except for his mother and father. He was always welcomed to play with the other kits so he never felt lonely and he had a tight group of friends that followed through as a group until a little after they would become warriors. But before that coul happen they became apprentices, that was quiet the nervous night for Spiritedkit.
Aprenticeship-Spiritedpaw made it through the night though and his mentor was strangely his father, Vanishingstorm. Vanishingstorm tought his son well but after nearly 4 moons of training they ran into a badger when they were out hunting together. It might not have been so bad if the badger's cubs hadn't been straight behind them in a hidden den. The badger had gone to attack Spiritedpaw but his father had jumped in front of him to protect him. Though he fought well the badger was to much for him. As it became appearent to him that he would die Vanishingstorm hissed at Spiritedpaw to alert the clan that there was a badger in the territory, not to have the clan alerted,but to save his son's life.
By the time Spiritedpaw got back with help the only signs left that Vanishingstorm had ever been there was of tufts of fur and bright red pools of blood no bigger then a paw each but in plentitude, even his scent had grown cold, but what was left smelt of death, fear, pain, and above all sorrow. All of the scents were easily explained except for the scent of sorrow. Some beleived that Vanishingstorm's goodheart was sad to leave his clan behind, others thought he was going to miss his mate and son. Only Spiritedpaw thought neighther were the truth, he beleived Vanishingstorm was heartbroken to have had his son leave him right before he died and for a long time, even with his new mentor, he blamed himself for his father's death and sorrow.
His new mentor, Washingtide, was gentle and calm but taught him things even Vanishingstorm couldn'y have mastered much less taught him. Washingtide showed him how to jump out of the way while attacking omeone and how to avoid someone by jumping up into the air then landing on their back and flipping them over. She also tuaght him how to defend against both moves and she grew not pround but satisfied with him as he did not master these moves as she had, but he could preform them as any other warrior could. One training sesion he decided to put his own style to them thought and he acctually git Washingtide pnned, for she hadn't expected him to use anything but her style. Only after that day was she ever proud of him and she encouraged him to always add his own style to a fighting technique for that would make it truely fit him. Soon after this though she had nothing left to teach him.
Warriorhood- Spiritedpaw had been terrified from nerves when he had stood before his leader that night but he had done it and had received his new name, Spiritedflight, though even he is not sure why he got the ending flight he still liked it though. He sat vigil obediantly and calmly, to excited to have slept anyways. As morning came he had shaken the dew from his pelt and greeted his old friends who had become warriors a little before him. They would often be put together on hunting patrols for they always brought back much fresh-kill when they were all together having fun.
One day though when Spiritedflight was out on his own he spotted a rouge dog heading straight in the direction of camp intently, as if it knew what it was headed towards. Knowing not what else to do Spiritedflight got into it's path, terrified of the idea of it getting to the camp, and like his father he fought well, but not well enough. In one last attack before retreating the dog let out it's furry at being detured by Slashing his sharp claw's down the right side of Spiritedflight's face. As the dog retreated a yowl of pure pain escaped Spiritedflight's mouth as his right half of his face was nothing left but a bleeding mess and a deep bloody hole where his eye should have been. Terrified his instincts took over and he ran back to camp. In too much pain to answer his friend's questions he found the healer and fell uselees before the wide eyed cat. It took all of the healer's skills to keep Spiritedflight alive and many moons to heal him enough that he was allowed to be caled healed. By the time he was finished he was 18 moons old going on 19. His friends never looked at him the way they had done before his scar was there and as he told them over and over not to pitty him and they still did he became less friendly and more witdrawn, soon the close band of friends from kithood were no longer close and the small friendship binding them soon snapped as Moonblossom died of a strange sickness the healers had never seen before. Spiritedflight became almost an empty shell of who he used to be but he lived on and though his apprentice never liked him, Vividpaw came to appretiate his training at the least. Vividpaw left his training though as he became a warrior, and Vividhope grew to be easy friends with his old mentor until he died in a raid on another clan, killed accidently by a miscalculated blow from another warrior. After that Spiritedflight refused to take on another apprentice and he has scince become a senior warrior, growing old and wise but still limber.
[glow=green,2,300]Kin:[/glow]
Parents- Moonblossom- Mother Vanishedstorm- Father
Siblings- Coldkit- Sister
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] ||From Warriors Within||
Ice yawned and crawled out of the warrior's den, seemingly the first up as he was used to getting up a few hours before the sun rose as was the customs of the loners as he had grown up as. Now it seemed he wouldn't need to wake as the moon died so that he could just survive. It would be nice to have that extra bit of sleep every day and he decided with that thought that this place might be for him, though wether he really should stay was not close enough to being decided.
Licking his chops lightly he crawled forward with his front paws and streched his back downward, his belly skiming the ground, then he crawled his back legs back up and arched his back fluffying out his fur then shaking it out lightly, a little moss flying from it.
Another good thing about the clans, they had soft nests to rest in and the dens were warm from the crowded conditions and yet not too hot just snug. If he stayed he would never again have to sleep on hard pebbles the cold threatening to creep into him and clutch his heart in it's icy grip and sqeeze the life out of him leaving his spirit to huant the forests with no where else to go.
'If I stay and join the ranks of Riverclan, then when I de I will have a place to go,'he thought looking up at the stars that were now starting to fade a tiny bit as false dawn set in,'If i stay i'll have Starclan as a home when I die.' A tiny doubt snuck into his heart though, what if no one would accept him here? What if he never found anyone he wanted to be with? here he had no anchor and as a loner he had his own wings to go where he wanted.
"What am i supposed to do though?" he asked himself alowed, though quietly as to not wake anyone else up. His heart was torn for the first time in his life. He had always used to know he belonged in the wild as a loner, and though he'd never go soft and join the two-legs as a kitty-pet, he was no longer certian he wanted to be alone after what kindness the others had shown him thus far. A single stressed and confused tear ran down his cheek leaving a wet path down his cheek.
I really did all of that in one real RPing post once though it took me a good 15 minutes XD
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
[glow=green,2,300]His Home Page:[/glow]
www.freewebs.com/faithswarriors/spiritedflight.htm
[/center][glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 43 Moons Old
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Tom
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Spiritedflight is a small tom with a broad build and a long tail. His mussles are stong and often tensed though he can be very relaxed most of the time. He is very flexible and has great agility though he is not the fastest runner, but his nimbleness allows him to out run any other cat as long as he makes many turns.
His pelt is plotted like a siamese pelt but the tips are like a beuatiful brown and silver tabby's fur. He has soft fluffy fur that is medium in length but very warm. The Places where his fur is not like a tabby's is pure white and shines like a radient light when he is in a sun or moon beam. If you see him at night you may mistake him for a dead warrior which is not uncommon for him.
His eye is the prettiest, deep blue with lighter sky blue near the edges of his eye. It is a soft gaze that comes from that eye most of the time but if he is angry his eye is enough to tell you that you shouldn't be messing with him.
If you came at him from his left side he will look like the most handsom tom you had ever layed eyes on but if he turns towards you you will see that the right half of his face is almost entirely gone. His eye and ear are gone and an aweful scarred tissue covers that half of his face covered in an none hiding light fur that is the color of silver strands that only mirror the red tissue making it almost look as fresh as the day he got it.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Spiritedflight is often stand offish though he is always loyal and brave for his clan. In fact he got his scar protecting the clan though few know it. He trusts no one except his leader and others of his clan these days and he is very harsh towards outsiders. He will attack anyone who trys to approach him from his right side for he hates not being able to see them coming though he usually hears them coming before they can scare him.
In the warriors den he has chosen the nest at the very end of the den where the back wall can protect everyone else from coming to his right side while he is sleeping. He hates those who make fun off his scar or stare at it too long, though deep down he is mostly just hurt that they judge him by the scar. It hurts him very much when he sees someone out of the corner of his left eye who is admiring how he looks then looking scared or disgusted when he turns towards them, though he deals with it by snapping at them about it with a sharp tounge, he just wishes he could remember what they did when he turned to them before the scar was there. Many of even his clan think he is the rudest cat but some who are wiser know he is just trying to protect his feelings from others.
He is very conciderate of other's feelings but he has a hard time showing it to them for even if they understand his they don't want his pitty becuase they are to busy being sorry for him. He hates having others be sorry for him and wishes they would just treat him the way they used to when he didn't have the scar, even if he hardly remembers those days from so long ago.
[glow=green,2,300]History:[/glow] Kithood- Spiritedkit was born to his proud parents, Moonblossum and Vanishing Storm. They were two of the more beautiful cats of the clan and were glad that Spiritedkit had inheirited their traits. Though his birth didn't come without a sorrow of it's own for his sister was still born, her body cold as a stone. She had looked very similar to Spiritedkit but scince she was so frozen in death his parents named her Coldkit so that she would have a name after death and Spiritedkit was named for having survived.
As Spiritedkit got older his parents decided not to tell him about ever having had a sister and he didn'y even think it odd that he had no one else except for his mother and father. He was always welcomed to play with the other kits so he never felt lonely and he had a tight group of friends that followed through as a group until a little after they would become warriors. But before that coul happen they became apprentices, that was quiet the nervous night for Spiritedkit.
Aprenticeship-Spiritedpaw made it through the night though and his mentor was strangely his father, Vanishingstorm. Vanishingstorm tought his son well but after nearly 4 moons of training they ran into a badger when they were out hunting together. It might not have been so bad if the badger's cubs hadn't been straight behind them in a hidden den. The badger had gone to attack Spiritedpaw but his father had jumped in front of him to protect him. Though he fought well the badger was to much for him. As it became appearent to him that he would die Vanishingstorm hissed at Spiritedpaw to alert the clan that there was a badger in the territory, not to have the clan alerted,but to save his son's life.
By the time Spiritedpaw got back with help the only signs left that Vanishingstorm had ever been there was of tufts of fur and bright red pools of blood no bigger then a paw each but in plentitude, even his scent had grown cold, but what was left smelt of death, fear, pain, and above all sorrow. All of the scents were easily explained except for the scent of sorrow. Some beleived that Vanishingstorm's goodheart was sad to leave his clan behind, others thought he was going to miss his mate and son. Only Spiritedpaw thought neighther were the truth, he beleived Vanishingstorm was heartbroken to have had his son leave him right before he died and for a long time, even with his new mentor, he blamed himself for his father's death and sorrow.
His new mentor, Washingtide, was gentle and calm but taught him things even Vanishingstorm couldn'y have mastered much less taught him. Washingtide showed him how to jump out of the way while attacking omeone and how to avoid someone by jumping up into the air then landing on their back and flipping them over. She also tuaght him how to defend against both moves and she grew not pround but satisfied with him as he did not master these moves as she had, but he could preform them as any other warrior could. One training sesion he decided to put his own style to them thought and he acctually git Washingtide pnned, for she hadn't expected him to use anything but her style. Only after that day was she ever proud of him and she encouraged him to always add his own style to a fighting technique for that would make it truely fit him. Soon after this though she had nothing left to teach him.
Warriorhood- Spiritedpaw had been terrified from nerves when he had stood before his leader that night but he had done it and had received his new name, Spiritedflight, though even he is not sure why he got the ending flight he still liked it though. He sat vigil obediantly and calmly, to excited to have slept anyways. As morning came he had shaken the dew from his pelt and greeted his old friends who had become warriors a little before him. They would often be put together on hunting patrols for they always brought back much fresh-kill when they were all together having fun.
One day though when Spiritedflight was out on his own he spotted a rouge dog heading straight in the direction of camp intently, as if it knew what it was headed towards. Knowing not what else to do Spiritedflight got into it's path, terrified of the idea of it getting to the camp, and like his father he fought well, but not well enough. In one last attack before retreating the dog let out it's furry at being detured by Slashing his sharp claw's down the right side of Spiritedflight's face. As the dog retreated a yowl of pure pain escaped Spiritedflight's mouth as his right half of his face was nothing left but a bleeding mess and a deep bloody hole where his eye should have been. Terrified his instincts took over and he ran back to camp. In too much pain to answer his friend's questions he found the healer and fell uselees before the wide eyed cat. It took all of the healer's skills to keep Spiritedflight alive and many moons to heal him enough that he was allowed to be caled healed. By the time he was finished he was 18 moons old going on 19. His friends never looked at him the way they had done before his scar was there and as he told them over and over not to pitty him and they still did he became less friendly and more witdrawn, soon the close band of friends from kithood were no longer close and the small friendship binding them soon snapped as Moonblossom died of a strange sickness the healers had never seen before. Spiritedflight became almost an empty shell of who he used to be but he lived on and though his apprentice never liked him, Vividpaw came to appretiate his training at the least. Vividpaw left his training though as he became a warrior, and Vividhope grew to be easy friends with his old mentor until he died in a raid on another clan, killed accidently by a miscalculated blow from another warrior. After that Spiritedflight refused to take on another apprentice and he has scince become a senior warrior, growing old and wise but still limber.
[glow=green,2,300]Kin:[/glow]
Parents- Moonblossom- Mother Vanishedstorm- Father
Siblings- Coldkit- Sister
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] ||From Warriors Within||
Ice yawned and crawled out of the warrior's den, seemingly the first up as he was used to getting up a few hours before the sun rose as was the customs of the loners as he had grown up as. Now it seemed he wouldn't need to wake as the moon died so that he could just survive. It would be nice to have that extra bit of sleep every day and he decided with that thought that this place might be for him, though wether he really should stay was not close enough to being decided.
Licking his chops lightly he crawled forward with his front paws and streched his back downward, his belly skiming the ground, then he crawled his back legs back up and arched his back fluffying out his fur then shaking it out lightly, a little moss flying from it.
Another good thing about the clans, they had soft nests to rest in and the dens were warm from the crowded conditions and yet not too hot just snug. If he stayed he would never again have to sleep on hard pebbles the cold threatening to creep into him and clutch his heart in it's icy grip and sqeeze the life out of him leaving his spirit to huant the forests with no where else to go.
'If I stay and join the ranks of Riverclan, then when I de I will have a place to go,'he thought looking up at the stars that were now starting to fade a tiny bit as false dawn set in,'If i stay i'll have Starclan as a home when I die.' A tiny doubt snuck into his heart though, what if no one would accept him here? What if he never found anyone he wanted to be with? here he had no anchor and as a loner he had his own wings to go where he wanted.
"What am i supposed to do though?" he asked himself alowed, though quietly as to not wake anyone else up. His heart was torn for the first time in his life. He had always used to know he belonged in the wild as a loner, and though he'd never go soft and join the two-legs as a kitty-pet, he was no longer certian he wanted to be alone after what kindness the others had shown him thus far. A single stressed and confused tear ran down his cheek leaving a wet path down his cheek.
I really did all of that in one real RPing post once though it took me a good 15 minutes XD
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
[glow=green,2,300]His Home Page:[/glow]
www.freewebs.com/faithswarriors/spiritedflight.htm
