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Post by Stealth [Icy] on May 13, 2007 8:25:49 GMT -5
Name: Sedgewhisker
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description:
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Personality:
History:
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That scent...
Golden rays hit the Somali tom. He breathed in the air. He could smell the dew on the long blades of grass and prey. His ears suddenly twitched backward That scent... He thought, trying to pinpoint the new smell. He blinked his eyes sleepily. He could tell he wasn't fully awake, to the broken half-bridge.
The rolled, his maw open a bit, trying to relieve himself of his own heat. His paws were damp with dew, cooling him down a bit, but dirt caring uneasiness. He paused and breathed the air. His whisker twitched back suddenly, the scent... Alas, Fear-scent. Fear-scent, as strong as such, I should have been able to get it... He thought, a low growl escaping his throat. He walked faster, more determined, who ever the scent came from, they were at the half-bridge.
He could see his destinate from here, the top of a medium-sized hill. He scanned and sniffed the air, looking for who the scent came from. Hewkit? He thought, looking down the mahogany and snow kit. The kits position told him enough. He scanned once more. A bony brown tomcat, one he had never seen before was with Hewkit. No wonder... The ruddy Somali charged to the hill. He was in WindClan long enough to know how to run down a hill without falling.
He leaped in front of the kit with a snarl, fangs bared and claw flexing. He won't let any cat harm one of his Clanmates, especially a kit. His gold eyes were narrowed, glaring at the bony brown tomcat. The wind start to blow now, the scent of the bony brown tom coming at him. His ruddy colored fur was spiked at his spine. His nose was flaring, and anger spat out of his mouth to the ground. If he were to fight to keep the Hewkit safe, he would, and the tom wouldn't be a match, from the looks, and condition, of the unfamiliar brown tomcat. "Who are you?" He spat furiously, "Who are you to be on WindClan territory? Your smell is not of a Clan, so your not a medicine cat, and not a warrior, from the condition your in." He continued, looking at the toms paw.
Hewkit...
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Password: Secrets
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior
Clan: ShadowClan
Description:
Sedgewhisker is a brown tabby-tortoiseshell she-cat. There is a thick dark brown ring around her neck, and lighter one around her paws, making her coat blend in great with ShadowClan territory. Her coat is short but thick, witch keeps her warm in leaf-bare. She well-muscled and she has slightly broad shoulders. Her paws are tufted a bit and has pale dusty brown broad ring above above them. Her hind legs are somewhat golden colored. There is long black stripe on her back that goes down to the tip on her tail. Her tail in thick and long with ginger fleck sprinkled around it. Her muzzle is white and her nose is light-brown. Her eyes are almond-shaped and light amber colored. her ears are set high on her head and slightly pointed at the tips. her head is somewhat rounded.
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Personality:
Sedgewhisker is overall a gentle she-cat, despite being in ShadowClan. She is a bit bit timid when she meets a new cat at first, but you soon she her out-going, playful side. She acts much like a kit, she loves exploring her territory, but she is very alert. She very intelligent and loves spending her time by herself. She was somewhat of a 'loud-mouth' as an apprentice, and often got into trouble. She is a bit misunderstood and confused about life around her. All she really wants is a true friend. Even through its not common, she does snap. And when she does, you'd better watch you tail, 'cause when she snaps, she snaps bad. There are a few few things at make her tick: when Clanmates blame things on her, when she is forced to do something, when is mistrusted, and when cats nag her to do things.
History:
Sedgewhisker was born to two loyal ShadowClanners. Kestrelwing, her mother, and Rapidwing, her father. She was born in early fall 16 moons ago. She doesn't know much about her father, but that he had died before she was born. One of her three siblings were still-born, and the others, Ledgekit and Edgekit had died of green cough in leaf-bare. Being the only surviving kit of her litter, she was pretty lonely. As an apprenticed she enjoyed her life, a great mentor, mother, and trust of her Clan. But between six and thirteen moons that all changed. Spilling Clan secrets at gatherings as an apprentice, she lost her Clans trust. A moon after she had received her warrior name, Sedgewhisker, her her mother as died, witch appeared to be of Twoleg poisoning. A few quarter moons she mourned. After she finally stopped grieving, her mentor, Stonetail, body was found at the Stream. It appeared as he had drowned. She enjoys going on walks in her territory, living her life in the past, grieving greatly. At times she seems depressed, but its really the happiest could could be, at this stage. She just wants to make a trustworthy friend, one who can understand her.
IC:
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That scent...
Golden rays hit the Somali tom. He breathed in the air. He could smell the dew on the long blades of grass and prey. His ears suddenly twitched backward That scent... He thought, trying to pinpoint the new smell. He blinked his eyes sleepily. He could tell he wasn't fully awake, to the broken half-bridge.
The rolled, his maw open a bit, trying to relieve himself of his own heat. His paws were damp with dew, cooling him down a bit, but dirt caring uneasiness. He paused and breathed the air. His whisker twitched back suddenly, the scent... Alas, Fear-scent. Fear-scent, as strong as such, I should have been able to get it... He thought, a low growl escaping his throat. He walked faster, more determined, who ever the scent came from, they were at the half-bridge.
He could see his destinate from here, the top of a medium-sized hill. He scanned and sniffed the air, looking for who the scent came from. Hewkit? He thought, looking down the mahogany and snow kit. The kits position told him enough. He scanned once more. A bony brown tomcat, one he had never seen before was with Hewkit. No wonder... The ruddy Somali charged to the hill. He was in WindClan long enough to know how to run down a hill without falling.
He leaped in front of the kit with a snarl, fangs bared and claw flexing. He won't let any cat harm one of his Clanmates, especially a kit. His gold eyes were narrowed, glaring at the bony brown tomcat. The wind start to blow now, the scent of the bony brown tom coming at him. His ruddy colored fur was spiked at his spine. His nose was flaring, and anger spat out of his mouth to the ground. If he were to fight to keep the Hewkit safe, he would, and the tom wouldn't be a match, from the looks, and condition, of the unfamiliar brown tomcat. "Who are you?" He spat furiously, "Who are you to be on WindClan territory? Your smell is not of a Clan, so your not a medicine cat, and not a warrior, from the condition your in." He continued, looking at the toms paw.
Hewkit...
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Password: Secrets
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