Post by ...+F+Aith...{} on Jun 17, 2007 13:35:52 GMT -5
Name: Fires Breath lingers in the Air {Smoke}
Gender: She-cat
Age: 29 moons
Tribe: Tribe of Wind Chasers
Postion: Deputy of Cave Gaurds
Description/Picture:
Trembles of smoky fur trail down a slim frame, announciating the coal black, silver and whitish highlights that make up the frame of a beautiful she-cat. Watch as the sunlight lights up the muscles, lean and hard, but still entrancing as she dances beneath the stars, in a way that is rarely seen in the world, the cat world that is. Smoke carries a persona that is not often glimpsed. Caring for the world at large, and for her Tribe more then most cats. As like any LOYAL warrior, Smoke would give her life to save the cats she loves, but also cares for all cats with an equality that is adament in her, streaming through red hollows to reach a soul that smolders with unchecked feelings. Shadowed blue eyes announciate her affect, but there is a problem. How can a cat who has such a loving personality, vow to kill all those who upset her Tribe. She is the perfect deputy of cave-gaurds, swift, merciless, and is a good fighter when need-be.
First Glance: Smoky and silver she-cat, with dark blue eyes and longer then usual tail.
Personality: Smoke is a very emotional she-cat, who is incredibly loyal to her Tribe, loyal to fight and kill those who oppose her, or her Stoneteller. Sometimes, her loyalty may lead her to be rash, but for the most part, she will only listen to her heart when things are to desparing, or perhaps she cannot take orders from anyone. Then again, when given orders, she will follow them to the utmost, but may alter them slightly to fit the needs of the tribe. Valiant, noble, slightly underrated, these could all be used. Something that you would not expect in her, is that she is confident, but not overly so. Since she-cats tend to be smaller then toms, and Smoke is no exception, it is rare that their is a she-cat deputy of cave-gaurds. Smoke has proved her intentions and her loyalty twice as many times as any tom, but still some other tribe cats beleive she is weak. "My time will come," she will always murmur, then walks away, quite unlike her in many ways.
History: A flash of lightning splits the air, showering th ground far below with rain drops, buckets of the pure untainted liquid falls to earth, smattering the queen who limps along a thunder-path verge, her stomach heavy. That night, while the storm still raged, the queen gave birth, three kits. All were unnamed, their mother dead within moments, all three curled smoky bodies, all still as death.
A warrior stalks along his border, heavily muscled body stark beneath a soaked pelt. His golden eyes glowed faintly, in the gloom. He found those kits, and thinking them dead, he set out to bury them. Only then did he discover one was breathing, faint and shallow in the roaring winds. He took the not yet named Smoke to camp, and there she remained, in the care of a queen, and grew up, like any other cat, quietly turning from to-be, to cave-gaurd, to deputy. Only that tom remembers who she is, and he is an elder now, his brain addled by age. Who believes a manic elder? Not her thats to be sure.
IC: This is from another site, hope you don't mind! ^^
Taintedhope did not step out when her leader called her, but instead remained in the juniper bushes that bordered the hollow. Her pelt bristled as the other leaders arrived, and she waited until the absolute last second to come out. Her eyes were wary, but she could not be outwardly hostile. She still limped slightly from the thorn in her pad, and when she walked, it hurt. Wincing, she stepped out, and nothing could make her go more then a step from the entrance. She watched and listened whilst she leaders talked, her ears spiked with curiosity, mixed with apprehension. Part of her willed the meeting to begin, but another part said that she shouldn't be here. She remember when she was an apprentice, coming here for the night, just to become a warrior. Watching as Pebblestar drank from a pool of moonshine, and falling into a deep sleep, where she could not follow. She didn't want to follow. A faintly musky scent overrode her, and she spun around to see a silver pelt pad sedately out of the entrance.
Silverstar gave no reason for her late entrance, nor should she be expected to give one. Her long silver fur was blown by the faint breeze, and she paused at the entrance to the hollow. She looked down on the other leaders, almost as if she felt herself above them. Finally she picked her way from rock to rock, hissing faintly when ever she had to step in mud. Her icy blue eyes glowed, and in her was a satisfied smirk always.
Nodding coldly to the Mousestar, Pebblestar, and Mudstar, and giving Taintedhope no more then a contemptuous glance (a glance that Taintedhope returned avidly), Silverstar turned to call out a name. "Adderfang? Come down and meet the nice leaders." Her voice was tainted with a cruel amusement. Slowly, one of the biggest cats that the others had ever seen stepped out. It was obvious he was a young warrior, but his thick grey pelt, and the hard muscles it disguised were obvious, even at a distance.
Adderfang leaped down the slope, skidding not once. His broad shoulders were expelled and contracted perfectly, and his large gleaming claws were unsheathed, and even though they were to aid him in climbing, they seemed threatening. He came to a graceful halt, and went to stand at his leaders shoulder. Both of their eyes now, icy sky blue, and washed out yellow, shimmered with cruel laughter.
"Let the meeting begin." Silverstar murmured, smirking as she said it.
Other: I will complete later, sorry... ><
Gender: She-cat
Age: 29 moons
Tribe: Tribe of Wind Chasers
Postion: Deputy of Cave Gaurds
Description/Picture:
Trembles of smoky fur trail down a slim frame, announciating the coal black, silver and whitish highlights that make up the frame of a beautiful she-cat. Watch as the sunlight lights up the muscles, lean and hard, but still entrancing as she dances beneath the stars, in a way that is rarely seen in the world, the cat world that is. Smoke carries a persona that is not often glimpsed. Caring for the world at large, and for her Tribe more then most cats. As like any LOYAL warrior, Smoke would give her life to save the cats she loves, but also cares for all cats with an equality that is adament in her, streaming through red hollows to reach a soul that smolders with unchecked feelings. Shadowed blue eyes announciate her affect, but there is a problem. How can a cat who has such a loving personality, vow to kill all those who upset her Tribe. She is the perfect deputy of cave-gaurds, swift, merciless, and is a good fighter when need-be.
First Glance: Smoky and silver she-cat, with dark blue eyes and longer then usual tail.
Personality: Smoke is a very emotional she-cat, who is incredibly loyal to her Tribe, loyal to fight and kill those who oppose her, or her Stoneteller. Sometimes, her loyalty may lead her to be rash, but for the most part, she will only listen to her heart when things are to desparing, or perhaps she cannot take orders from anyone. Then again, when given orders, she will follow them to the utmost, but may alter them slightly to fit the needs of the tribe. Valiant, noble, slightly underrated, these could all be used. Something that you would not expect in her, is that she is confident, but not overly so. Since she-cats tend to be smaller then toms, and Smoke is no exception, it is rare that their is a she-cat deputy of cave-gaurds. Smoke has proved her intentions and her loyalty twice as many times as any tom, but still some other tribe cats beleive she is weak. "My time will come," she will always murmur, then walks away, quite unlike her in many ways.
History: A flash of lightning splits the air, showering th ground far below with rain drops, buckets of the pure untainted liquid falls to earth, smattering the queen who limps along a thunder-path verge, her stomach heavy. That night, while the storm still raged, the queen gave birth, three kits. All were unnamed, their mother dead within moments, all three curled smoky bodies, all still as death.
A warrior stalks along his border, heavily muscled body stark beneath a soaked pelt. His golden eyes glowed faintly, in the gloom. He found those kits, and thinking them dead, he set out to bury them. Only then did he discover one was breathing, faint and shallow in the roaring winds. He took the not yet named Smoke to camp, and there she remained, in the care of a queen, and grew up, like any other cat, quietly turning from to-be, to cave-gaurd, to deputy. Only that tom remembers who she is, and he is an elder now, his brain addled by age. Who believes a manic elder? Not her thats to be sure.
IC: This is from another site, hope you don't mind! ^^
Taintedhope did not step out when her leader called her, but instead remained in the juniper bushes that bordered the hollow. Her pelt bristled as the other leaders arrived, and she waited until the absolute last second to come out. Her eyes were wary, but she could not be outwardly hostile. She still limped slightly from the thorn in her pad, and when she walked, it hurt. Wincing, she stepped out, and nothing could make her go more then a step from the entrance. She watched and listened whilst she leaders talked, her ears spiked with curiosity, mixed with apprehension. Part of her willed the meeting to begin, but another part said that she shouldn't be here. She remember when she was an apprentice, coming here for the night, just to become a warrior. Watching as Pebblestar drank from a pool of moonshine, and falling into a deep sleep, where she could not follow. She didn't want to follow. A faintly musky scent overrode her, and she spun around to see a silver pelt pad sedately out of the entrance.
Silverstar gave no reason for her late entrance, nor should she be expected to give one. Her long silver fur was blown by the faint breeze, and she paused at the entrance to the hollow. She looked down on the other leaders, almost as if she felt herself above them. Finally she picked her way from rock to rock, hissing faintly when ever she had to step in mud. Her icy blue eyes glowed, and in her was a satisfied smirk always.
Nodding coldly to the Mousestar, Pebblestar, and Mudstar, and giving Taintedhope no more then a contemptuous glance (a glance that Taintedhope returned avidly), Silverstar turned to call out a name. "Adderfang? Come down and meet the nice leaders." Her voice was tainted with a cruel amusement. Slowly, one of the biggest cats that the others had ever seen stepped out. It was obvious he was a young warrior, but his thick grey pelt, and the hard muscles it disguised were obvious, even at a distance.
Adderfang leaped down the slope, skidding not once. His broad shoulders were expelled and contracted perfectly, and his large gleaming claws were unsheathed, and even though they were to aid him in climbing, they seemed threatening. He came to a graceful halt, and went to stand at his leaders shoulder. Both of their eyes now, icy sky blue, and washed out yellow, shimmered with cruel laughter.
"Let the meeting begin." Silverstar murmured, smirking as she said it.
Other: I will complete later, sorry... ><