Post by Frostpaw on Feb 10, 2008 11:42:06 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Maplestorm
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=red,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow]
27 moons old
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=red,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Her silvery fur is covered in randomly spotted with smoky-black spots that are the size of a two-legs thumb, and her legs and tail are banded in the same smoky-black markings. She is a medium sized cat with a very strong, elegant body, but her legs are thin and the back legs are longer than the front ones. Her coat is very shiny and medium length, making her susceptible to colds during leaf-fall and leaf-bare.
Her beautiful eyes are a very expressive gooseberry green, and from a young age she has had to learn to keep her emotions under control or else someone could use this trait to there own advantage. Her eyes color though have become more intense as she has matured, and now are a vivid green. She has what looks to be distinctive mascara lines, a constantly worried expression on her face, and a graceful cheetah-like stride.
Because of her fur type she has to groom herself often or else burrs, thorns, and brier thickets that she goes through which get caught in her coat making it hard to move without hurting herself.
She has a scar on the left shoulder that she is always trying to hide that she got in a battle with a Shadowclan apprentice when she was younger (only an apprentice herself), but instead of it making her look worse then she originally did it makes her look better, enhancing her wild beauty.
[glow=red,2,300]Pictures:[/glow]
~Maplestorm as a kit~
~Maplestorm as an apprentice~
~Maplestorm as a warrior~
~Maplestorms brothers as kits~
~Maplestorms brothers as apprentices~
~Maplestorms brothers as warriors~
~All three together~
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Maplestorm is very devoted to her family and clan, both the ones that become rouges and the ones that stay with the clan. She has been seen and punished for coming across a former Windclan cat and giving the cat some food that she has caught, and although she still does this she is very careful so that she does not get caught. She is like this with other cats too, due to the kinship she feels with them because like her they are cats.
She does not like two-legs because they keep cats as pets and take away all the freedom that she feels are what cats deserve. Whenever she can she keeps away from the two-legs that occasionally comes by where she lives, and she only goes near their nests when given the order to.
She is a moderately active cat, but she would rather play with the kits that do the other things that she is told to do. She is very loyal and devoted to her clan and would put her life on the line if it would help her clan, which is why she is not picked on by the other warriors for her kind and peaceful nature. She is extremely intelligent, able to come up with a plan in mere moments in the heat of battle, but when there is no fighting she uses her intelligence to make trouble by tricking her clan-mates constantly.
She speaks in a soft, singing voice that catches everyones attention since most of the time she is very quiet and hardly ever talks. When she does talk it is almost always to say hello, good-bye, to speak to the kits, her brothers, or to the leader or deputy.
She is a very moody cat though, her moods changing from one to another in only moments. Her brothers think that is was because of her having to constantly put up with them playing around with her, often becoming a violent fight... well as violent as you can get when you are just a kit. Her mood is often a care-free one, but under the happy-go-lucky front that she puts up is often a violent ocean of rage, sarcasm, and a need for justice against those that put the rest of the clan in danger. These feelings are often drawn from her worry that something bad is going to happen to the clan and therefor those she cares about the most... her brothers.
You can tell when she is truly happy and when she is trying to fake it. When she is truly happy and at peace she has a particular habit that she has had since she was born... she wags her tail, and she even does it while walking. No one can figure out why she does this and no one really cares since it allows them to know what type of mood she is in. If she is in any other mood but a good one she withdraws from everyone and becomes a darker, more violent individual. In this mood she is more of a valued fighter because she doesn't care who she takes down as long as she is able to get rid of some of the rage that has leaked out of the wall she has built between her and her emotions.
Many of the cats think that she needs to relax, saying that she is going to make herself ill and that the medicine cat will not be able to heal her, but she is unable to even sit still thanks to her paranoid fear of her brothers being hurt. The medicine cat often gives her something for her nerves so she can sleep, but still she has nightmares of someone or something getting past her to her brothers.
Maplestorm loves her brothers with all her heart and this showed her that she had to grow up quickly after a raid on her clan by Shadowclan that killed her parents (same attack that gave her the scar on her shoulder). This love has taken over her life and now she has little time for anyone else since she became the mother, father, sister, friend, and protector of her brothers. She is the one that her brothers go to when they have a problem, and she has tried murdering a few cats that had been pestering her brothers. Those incidents are known throughout the clan, making others keep away from her remaining family.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Maplestorm played with the kits in the nursery as she had been since sun-high, swiping at a small yellow tabby with claws sheathed so she wouldn't hurt the young cat. "So how is your mom doing?" She asked as the kit jumped away from the paw, hissing before lashing out at her with his own paw and smacking her front leg.
"She is okay..." The kit muttered before falling to the ground with a soft thump as Maplestorm's paw knocked him to the ground. She looked at the kit to see if it would get up on it's own this time or if she was going to have to pick it up again. She didn't have to wait long, the kit struggled to its feet in somewhat of a daze.
"Maplestorm? Is that you out there?" Called another cat, and Maplestorm sighed.
[glow=red,2,300]Code:[/glow]
BLOOD
*Because of Maplestorm's dependence on her brothers safety I put information about them in here, but I am currently working on their sheets. Sorry about any confusion this may have caused the readers. ~Frostpaw
Maplestorm
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=red,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow]
27 moons old
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=red,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Her silvery fur is covered in randomly spotted with smoky-black spots that are the size of a two-legs thumb, and her legs and tail are banded in the same smoky-black markings. She is a medium sized cat with a very strong, elegant body, but her legs are thin and the back legs are longer than the front ones. Her coat is very shiny and medium length, making her susceptible to colds during leaf-fall and leaf-bare.
Her beautiful eyes are a very expressive gooseberry green, and from a young age she has had to learn to keep her emotions under control or else someone could use this trait to there own advantage. Her eyes color though have become more intense as she has matured, and now are a vivid green. She has what looks to be distinctive mascara lines, a constantly worried expression on her face, and a graceful cheetah-like stride.
Because of her fur type she has to groom herself often or else burrs, thorns, and brier thickets that she goes through which get caught in her coat making it hard to move without hurting herself.
She has a scar on the left shoulder that she is always trying to hide that she got in a battle with a Shadowclan apprentice when she was younger (only an apprentice herself), but instead of it making her look worse then she originally did it makes her look better, enhancing her wild beauty.
[glow=red,2,300]Pictures:[/glow]
~Maplestorm as a kit~
~Maplestorm as an apprentice~
~Maplestorm as a warrior~
~Maplestorms brothers as kits~
~Maplestorms brothers as apprentices~
~Maplestorms brothers as warriors~
~All three together~
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Maplestorm is very devoted to her family and clan, both the ones that become rouges and the ones that stay with the clan. She has been seen and punished for coming across a former Windclan cat and giving the cat some food that she has caught, and although she still does this she is very careful so that she does not get caught. She is like this with other cats too, due to the kinship she feels with them because like her they are cats.
She does not like two-legs because they keep cats as pets and take away all the freedom that she feels are what cats deserve. Whenever she can she keeps away from the two-legs that occasionally comes by where she lives, and she only goes near their nests when given the order to.
She is a moderately active cat, but she would rather play with the kits that do the other things that she is told to do. She is very loyal and devoted to her clan and would put her life on the line if it would help her clan, which is why she is not picked on by the other warriors for her kind and peaceful nature. She is extremely intelligent, able to come up with a plan in mere moments in the heat of battle, but when there is no fighting she uses her intelligence to make trouble by tricking her clan-mates constantly.
She speaks in a soft, singing voice that catches everyones attention since most of the time she is very quiet and hardly ever talks. When she does talk it is almost always to say hello, good-bye, to speak to the kits, her brothers, or to the leader or deputy.
She is a very moody cat though, her moods changing from one to another in only moments. Her brothers think that is was because of her having to constantly put up with them playing around with her, often becoming a violent fight... well as violent as you can get when you are just a kit. Her mood is often a care-free one, but under the happy-go-lucky front that she puts up is often a violent ocean of rage, sarcasm, and a need for justice against those that put the rest of the clan in danger. These feelings are often drawn from her worry that something bad is going to happen to the clan and therefor those she cares about the most... her brothers.
You can tell when she is truly happy and when she is trying to fake it. When she is truly happy and at peace she has a particular habit that she has had since she was born... she wags her tail, and she even does it while walking. No one can figure out why she does this and no one really cares since it allows them to know what type of mood she is in. If she is in any other mood but a good one she withdraws from everyone and becomes a darker, more violent individual. In this mood she is more of a valued fighter because she doesn't care who she takes down as long as she is able to get rid of some of the rage that has leaked out of the wall she has built between her and her emotions.
Many of the cats think that she needs to relax, saying that she is going to make herself ill and that the medicine cat will not be able to heal her, but she is unable to even sit still thanks to her paranoid fear of her brothers being hurt. The medicine cat often gives her something for her nerves so she can sleep, but still she has nightmares of someone or something getting past her to her brothers.
Maplestorm loves her brothers with all her heart and this showed her that she had to grow up quickly after a raid on her clan by Shadowclan that killed her parents (same attack that gave her the scar on her shoulder). This love has taken over her life and now she has little time for anyone else since she became the mother, father, sister, friend, and protector of her brothers. She is the one that her brothers go to when they have a problem, and she has tried murdering a few cats that had been pestering her brothers. Those incidents are known throughout the clan, making others keep away from her remaining family.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Maplestorm played with the kits in the nursery as she had been since sun-high, swiping at a small yellow tabby with claws sheathed so she wouldn't hurt the young cat. "So how is your mom doing?" She asked as the kit jumped away from the paw, hissing before lashing out at her with his own paw and smacking her front leg.
"She is okay..." The kit muttered before falling to the ground with a soft thump as Maplestorm's paw knocked him to the ground. She looked at the kit to see if it would get up on it's own this time or if she was going to have to pick it up again. She didn't have to wait long, the kit struggled to its feet in somewhat of a daze.
"Maplestorm? Is that you out there?" Called another cat, and Maplestorm sighed.
[glow=red,2,300]Code:[/glow]
BLOOD
*Because of Maplestorm's dependence on her brothers safety I put information about them in here, but I am currently working on their sheets. Sorry about any confusion this may have caused the readers. ~Frostpaw
