Post by silentstar on Dec 10, 2006 10:42:36 GMT -5
Name: Blackpelt
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Description: Blackpelt isn't a very apt name for her, but it does, in a way fit. She's a muscular she-cat with dark black tips. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I shall explain. Blackpelt is, in truth, white, but the top third of each hair is black. When she's still she appears to be completely black but, when she's moving, the white beneath her pelt becomes visible. Her eyes are round and are set fairly close together. At times, the golden iris is quite small compared to her large pupils.
Her head is similar to the head of a british short-hair. It's round with pronounced cheeks. Her forhead is broad and slightly flat, though her ears are different from the ears of a traditional birtish short-hair. They're the large, cone shaped ears one would find on an abyssinian and are set fairly close together.
She has short, thick legs that are devoid of any sort of elegance. She has oval shaped paws. Her tail is quite long, if one were to measure it, it would be the same length as her body from nose-tip to the beginning of her tail.
Personality: Blackpelt would probably be better suited to a more agressive clan. She's a bit of a war-hawk at times. If a cat from another clan puts one paw across the border, her first reaction will be to attack. Because of her love for battle, she excels in fighting. Her well-toned muscles could be atributed to this. Despite her agressive nature, she does have a gentle side, though few cats get to know this side of her. It's largely reserved for kits. She often wishes to be a mother, but is unsure about whether she would be willing to give up the privlege of serving her clan to take care of kits.
History: Blackpelt's history isn't very interesting. As a kit she was quite resentful because, when she was sitting still, she looked almost identical to one of her littermates. She had the misfortune of constantly being confused her sister. It got quite frustrating after a while. But, of course, as time wore on cats got to know them better and the confusion stopped. During their apprenticeship, she liked to think she was the favorite; she worked much harder at training than any of her sibblings. It almost made-up for the large litter size.
She immensely enjoyed her warrior ceremony. As well as an honor, it was a wonderful time for gloating. She was the first out of her litter to become a warrior. More than a season later, they had their ceremonies. She relished in ther jealousy! She was made a warrior at the young age of fourteen moons and has been a warrior for about two years. Her and her littermates rarely acknowledge each other. They were never a very close family.
IC: "I told you twice, I'm not Willowkit!" pouted a young kitten in the nursery. She stood up and walked past the warrior protesting, "See! I have white underneath the black! She doesn't!"
"Oh, yes, Blackkit. I apologize, but you do look very much alike."
"We're nothing like each other!" she snapped. She pelted off in the opposite direction, heading towards the elders' den. At least they knew who she was! She hated being called Willowkit! Her sister was such a baby! Shr couldn't even bear to walk through the mud. It was pathetic! You'd think after three moons they'd get it right! Honestly! It wasn't that hard! She sulked in the shadows by the elders' den, considering asking for a story. Barktail always had such great stories about the Great Clans!
Her ears twitched as she heard something squeak. A small patch of grey fur scuttled by. Reaching out a paw Blackkit hit it. She batted at it again, this time with her claws unsheathed. After swatting it several times she killed it out of pure dumb luck. She let out a cry of delight and, carrying her prey, scampered over to where the warrior who had previously offended her stood. She crowed triumphantly, "And Willowkit never did this either!"
Password Secrets.
(Yes, it's a bad bio, but it isn't too bad.)
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Description: Blackpelt isn't a very apt name for her, but it does, in a way fit. She's a muscular she-cat with dark black tips. For those of you unfamiliar with the term, I shall explain. Blackpelt is, in truth, white, but the top third of each hair is black. When she's still she appears to be completely black but, when she's moving, the white beneath her pelt becomes visible. Her eyes are round and are set fairly close together. At times, the golden iris is quite small compared to her large pupils.
Her head is similar to the head of a british short-hair. It's round with pronounced cheeks. Her forhead is broad and slightly flat, though her ears are different from the ears of a traditional birtish short-hair. They're the large, cone shaped ears one would find on an abyssinian and are set fairly close together.
She has short, thick legs that are devoid of any sort of elegance. She has oval shaped paws. Her tail is quite long, if one were to measure it, it would be the same length as her body from nose-tip to the beginning of her tail.
Personality: Blackpelt would probably be better suited to a more agressive clan. She's a bit of a war-hawk at times. If a cat from another clan puts one paw across the border, her first reaction will be to attack. Because of her love for battle, she excels in fighting. Her well-toned muscles could be atributed to this. Despite her agressive nature, she does have a gentle side, though few cats get to know this side of her. It's largely reserved for kits. She often wishes to be a mother, but is unsure about whether she would be willing to give up the privlege of serving her clan to take care of kits.
History: Blackpelt's history isn't very interesting. As a kit she was quite resentful because, when she was sitting still, she looked almost identical to one of her littermates. She had the misfortune of constantly being confused her sister. It got quite frustrating after a while. But, of course, as time wore on cats got to know them better and the confusion stopped. During their apprenticeship, she liked to think she was the favorite; she worked much harder at training than any of her sibblings. It almost made-up for the large litter size.
She immensely enjoyed her warrior ceremony. As well as an honor, it was a wonderful time for gloating. She was the first out of her litter to become a warrior. More than a season later, they had their ceremonies. She relished in ther jealousy! She was made a warrior at the young age of fourteen moons and has been a warrior for about two years. Her and her littermates rarely acknowledge each other. They were never a very close family.
IC: "I told you twice, I'm not Willowkit!" pouted a young kitten in the nursery. She stood up and walked past the warrior protesting, "See! I have white underneath the black! She doesn't!"
"Oh, yes, Blackkit. I apologize, but you do look very much alike."
"We're nothing like each other!" she snapped. She pelted off in the opposite direction, heading towards the elders' den. At least they knew who she was! She hated being called Willowkit! Her sister was such a baby! Shr couldn't even bear to walk through the mud. It was pathetic! You'd think after three moons they'd get it right! Honestly! It wasn't that hard! She sulked in the shadows by the elders' den, considering asking for a story. Barktail always had such great stories about the Great Clans!
Her ears twitched as she heard something squeak. A small patch of grey fur scuttled by. Reaching out a paw Blackkit hit it. She batted at it again, this time with her claws unsheathed. After swatting it several times she killed it out of pure dumb luck. She let out a cry of delight and, carrying her prey, scampered over to where the warrior who had previously offended her stood. She crowed triumphantly, "And Willowkit never did this either!"
Password Secrets.
(Yes, it's a bad bio, but it isn't too bad.)
