Post by Fernpaw on Jul 20, 2007 13:05:21 GMT -5
Name- Whitefur
Gender- Female
Alliance- DayClan
Rank- Deputy
Pictures:
Her eyes.
Her eyes again.
Whitefur's over all appearance.
Appearance- Pure snow white she-cat with gentle, but a surprising color of blue eyes. Her eyes are a beautiful sky blue color that darkens slightly around the iris. Her snowy fur almost looks like it is made of clouds and cotton. It feels soft and is an average length. Her tail and claws are slightly longer than usual, but not by much. She has a slight and lean build making her agile and fast. Even for being slim she is strong, so don't make her angry!
Personality- She is a determined fighter both in battle physically and mentally. She will argue and stand by her thoughts, although she is open minded. Whitefur is fiercely loyal to her clan, friends, and clan mates. The clan is always first in her book. For being as young as she is she is wise, but that is hardly surprising when she is always eager to learn something new. She's outgoing and friendly to all. She is gentle manner and will try not to be hostile toward anyone outside the clan, unless of course the clan is threatened in any way. Even for being so gentle and kind, she does have quite a temper that can be quick to show sometimes and will change her calm and collected demeanor quite quickly. Whitefur is very strict when it comes to the Warrior Code so in turn, doesn't have the highest tolerance for code/rule breakers.
History- Whitefur was born in DayClan at a dark time. War had erupted in the Clans again. DuskClan was finally driven out when they turned to their long term allies for help. Being so young she never understood then why her parents were constantly away and her mother coming back hurt all the time when she could. A queen who had lost her entire litter over leaf bare agreed to suckle Whitefur and her siblings for her mother who was able to return to her warrior duties.
When Whitefur was old enough she would go to see the elders and listen closely to their stories while her siblings played and got into mischief. When she wasn't with the elders she was with the elder warriors listening to their tales when they were sharing tongues or watching and listening as they helped her and her brothers with their play fights.
By the time she was made an apprentice she knew most of her Clans history and the basics of hunting, although she never could catch anything until she was much older. Constantly she would argue with her mentor thought about places to hunt and about fighting techniques. Sometimes they would argue just to pass the time and because they could. The day her mentor talked to DayClan's leader about her readiness to become a warrior she could hardly believe it! All over brother had already been made warriors before her, now it would be her turn!
Whitefur thought she was walking on air when she stepped up to her leader at the end of the ceremony and licked his shoulder. Whitefur was proud and so happy she thought she would burst as her clanmates began cheering her new name, but then it seemed to be over too soon as the rest of her Clan retreated to their dens for the night while she had to sit a silent and lonely vigil underneath Silverpelt. Now a middle aged warrior, Whitefur looks forward to helping her Clan grow strong again and defeat NightClan.
Other: None that I can think of....
IC Example:
The pale rays of the sun were just starting to burn through what little leaves were left. The icy claws of leaf-bare stabbed through the snow white fur of the she-cat. Her ears pricked forward and listened as something moved, carefully she approached, walking closer on silent white paws. She stopped when the noise stopped. Her pink nose scented the still dawn air, nothing. She cursed under breath at the wind, since there was not wind to blow the scent to her. Of all the times there was no wind, this was the worst, she thought as she waited in the dying under growth.
The leaves rattled and stirred, something bigger was moving. She shivered, not because of the cold, but because of the whatever was moving closer to her and the rest of the patrol. These few past moons had not been so good for DayClan. All her clan needed was another raid. She flexed her claws, making deep, small, round holes in the dirt. The snowy colored she-cat bunched her muscles, and leaning back slightly preparing to spring.
Honeypaw burst out of the bushes just as she was springing. Honeypaw swerved out of the way in time and continued to run on. Whitefur narrowed her eyes in anger, and signaled with her tail for her warriors to follow her. She was going to find out why Honeypaw was out this early in the morning with no warrior with her.
Codeword: Blade and Feline
Gender- Female
Alliance- DayClan
Rank- Deputy
Pictures:
Her eyes. Her eyes again. Whitefur's over all appearance.Appearance- Pure snow white she-cat with gentle, but a surprising color of blue eyes. Her eyes are a beautiful sky blue color that darkens slightly around the iris. Her snowy fur almost looks like it is made of clouds and cotton. It feels soft and is an average length. Her tail and claws are slightly longer than usual, but not by much. She has a slight and lean build making her agile and fast. Even for being slim she is strong, so don't make her angry!
Personality- She is a determined fighter both in battle physically and mentally. She will argue and stand by her thoughts, although she is open minded. Whitefur is fiercely loyal to her clan, friends, and clan mates. The clan is always first in her book. For being as young as she is she is wise, but that is hardly surprising when she is always eager to learn something new. She's outgoing and friendly to all. She is gentle manner and will try not to be hostile toward anyone outside the clan, unless of course the clan is threatened in any way. Even for being so gentle and kind, she does have quite a temper that can be quick to show sometimes and will change her calm and collected demeanor quite quickly. Whitefur is very strict when it comes to the Warrior Code so in turn, doesn't have the highest tolerance for code/rule breakers.
History- Whitefur was born in DayClan at a dark time. War had erupted in the Clans again. DuskClan was finally driven out when they turned to their long term allies for help. Being so young she never understood then why her parents were constantly away and her mother coming back hurt all the time when she could. A queen who had lost her entire litter over leaf bare agreed to suckle Whitefur and her siblings for her mother who was able to return to her warrior duties.
When Whitefur was old enough she would go to see the elders and listen closely to their stories while her siblings played and got into mischief. When she wasn't with the elders she was with the elder warriors listening to their tales when they were sharing tongues or watching and listening as they helped her and her brothers with their play fights.
By the time she was made an apprentice she knew most of her Clans history and the basics of hunting, although she never could catch anything until she was much older. Constantly she would argue with her mentor thought about places to hunt and about fighting techniques. Sometimes they would argue just to pass the time and because they could. The day her mentor talked to DayClan's leader about her readiness to become a warrior she could hardly believe it! All over brother had already been made warriors before her, now it would be her turn!
Whitefur thought she was walking on air when she stepped up to her leader at the end of the ceremony and licked his shoulder. Whitefur was proud and so happy she thought she would burst as her clanmates began cheering her new name, but then it seemed to be over too soon as the rest of her Clan retreated to their dens for the night while she had to sit a silent and lonely vigil underneath Silverpelt. Now a middle aged warrior, Whitefur looks forward to helping her Clan grow strong again and defeat NightClan.
Other: None that I can think of....
IC Example:
The pale rays of the sun were just starting to burn through what little leaves were left. The icy claws of leaf-bare stabbed through the snow white fur of the she-cat. Her ears pricked forward and listened as something moved, carefully she approached, walking closer on silent white paws. She stopped when the noise stopped. Her pink nose scented the still dawn air, nothing. She cursed under breath at the wind, since there was not wind to blow the scent to her. Of all the times there was no wind, this was the worst, she thought as she waited in the dying under growth.
The leaves rattled and stirred, something bigger was moving. She shivered, not because of the cold, but because of the whatever was moving closer to her and the rest of the patrol. These few past moons had not been so good for DayClan. All her clan needed was another raid. She flexed her claws, making deep, small, round holes in the dirt. The snowy colored she-cat bunched her muscles, and leaning back slightly preparing to spring.
Honeypaw burst out of the bushes just as she was springing. Honeypaw swerved out of the way in time and continued to run on. Whitefur narrowed her eyes in anger, and signaled with her tail for her warriors to follow her. She was going to find out why Honeypaw was out this early in the morning with no warrior with her.
Codeword: Blade and Feline
