Post by Ren on Oct 13, 2006 7:26:29 GMT -5
Name: Winterstar (Winterfoot)
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons (2 years 6 moons)
Rank in Clan: Leader of ThornClan
Description: She's plain enough, a grey-brown tabby with short, rough fur you might see anywhere. Her eyes are a yellowish green - the most common color I've seen - and altogether she's unremarkable. She's fast and a good hunter, not especially small, but especially in difficult times her sheer plainness has always been a source of low self-confidence...
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Syria/XA9U2424.JPG
Personality: Winterstar is clever and a bit sarcastic, but often uncertain of her own decisions with a way of getting in the middle of things that don't concern her. She's just recently come to power and StarClan knows how she'll manage it...
Past: She was born in ThornClan, to Pureheart and Blackpelt, both of StarClan before she was even apprenticed. She proved a hard worker even as an apprentice, and ready to take control of situations in a split second even if she'd worry over problems endlessly and try to get out of them when she was uncertain. When Jeteyes died there was a lot of question over who Redstar would pick; however, her contenders Kissedsun and Rusteye got into a fight over it and so Redstar picked Winterstar (then Winterfoot). Both leader and attempted-deputies died trying to fight the Twolegs for Twilightstone, or at least were lost, and so Winterstar takes her place uncertainly, with only time to announce her leadership before following the other Clans into the city.
RP Example:
She didn't know what was going on; it was chaos, it was madness, it was the stench of blood and fear. Cats of all Clans raced around, eyes wide and staring, no one prepared to take charge. She should, she should - but where was Redstar?! He should be -
"Monsters!" went up the yowl from inside. Winterfoot spun, fur bristling, but most cats stopped their panic as a medicine cat came out of the Twilight Cave, his head bowed, followed by two warriors.
"The Twolegs have taken the Twilightstone!" the medicine cat cried.
Pandemonium ensued, and Winterfoot found herself jerking around aimlessly, helpless to stop it all...
"ThornClan!" she found herself yowling. "ThornClan, to me!"
Cats slowly began to calm and gather around her. She looked around, but saw...no leader. No Redstar; no Kissedsun, no Rusteye, no Limefur; several other cats were missing and many were wounded. She felt a prickle along the back of her neck and her heart began to pound. If only she'd come sooner, she'd know what was going on, what had happened to the Twolegs...
"Winterfoot," came a sudden quiet voice in her ear. She jumped and spun, but it was only the medicine cat, eyes tense on the crowd around them. "Winterfoot, you weren't at camp when Redstar sent up the cry...Twolegs came again, they took our Twilightstone." The cat hesitated, and Winterfoot felt something go hollow in the pit of her stomach.
"But Winterfoot, that's not the worst of it," the medicine cat told her, even more quietly. "The Twolegs...they killed Redstar." The cat's voice choked. "They killed Redstar, Kissedsun, Rusteye and other warriors, and took the bodies with them. You're leader now."
A night-bird cried mournfully in the distance, its song echoing hauntingly in the shocked silence that came.
***Ahaha. This charrie is based off of Nysa, the main character in a story I'm writing. I'll prolly enter some other ones eventually...^-^
Gender: She-cat
Age: 30 moons (2 years 6 moons)
Rank in Clan: Leader of ThornClan
Description: She's plain enough, a grey-brown tabby with short, rough fur you might see anywhere. Her eyes are a yellowish green - the most common color I've seen - and altogether she's unremarkable. She's fast and a good hunter, not especially small, but especially in difficult times her sheer plainness has always been a source of low self-confidence...
Picture: sobi.org/photos/Cat/Syria/XA9U2424.JPG
Personality: Winterstar is clever and a bit sarcastic, but often uncertain of her own decisions with a way of getting in the middle of things that don't concern her. She's just recently come to power and StarClan knows how she'll manage it...
Past: She was born in ThornClan, to Pureheart and Blackpelt, both of StarClan before she was even apprenticed. She proved a hard worker even as an apprentice, and ready to take control of situations in a split second even if she'd worry over problems endlessly and try to get out of them when she was uncertain. When Jeteyes died there was a lot of question over who Redstar would pick; however, her contenders Kissedsun and Rusteye got into a fight over it and so Redstar picked Winterstar (then Winterfoot). Both leader and attempted-deputies died trying to fight the Twolegs for Twilightstone, or at least were lost, and so Winterstar takes her place uncertainly, with only time to announce her leadership before following the other Clans into the city.
RP Example:
She didn't know what was going on; it was chaos, it was madness, it was the stench of blood and fear. Cats of all Clans raced around, eyes wide and staring, no one prepared to take charge. She should, she should - but where was Redstar?! He should be -
"Monsters!" went up the yowl from inside. Winterfoot spun, fur bristling, but most cats stopped their panic as a medicine cat came out of the Twilight Cave, his head bowed, followed by two warriors.
"The Twolegs have taken the Twilightstone!" the medicine cat cried.
Pandemonium ensued, and Winterfoot found herself jerking around aimlessly, helpless to stop it all...
"ThornClan!" she found herself yowling. "ThornClan, to me!"
Cats slowly began to calm and gather around her. She looked around, but saw...no leader. No Redstar; no Kissedsun, no Rusteye, no Limefur; several other cats were missing and many were wounded. She felt a prickle along the back of her neck and her heart began to pound. If only she'd come sooner, she'd know what was going on, what had happened to the Twolegs...
"Winterfoot," came a sudden quiet voice in her ear. She jumped and spun, but it was only the medicine cat, eyes tense on the crowd around them. "Winterfoot, you weren't at camp when Redstar sent up the cry...Twolegs came again, they took our Twilightstone." The cat hesitated, and Winterfoot felt something go hollow in the pit of her stomach.
"But Winterfoot, that's not the worst of it," the medicine cat told her, even more quietly. "The Twolegs...they killed Redstar." The cat's voice choked. "They killed Redstar, Kissedsun, Rusteye and other warriors, and took the bodies with them. You're leader now."
A night-bird cried mournfully in the distance, its song echoing hauntingly in the shocked silence that came.
***Ahaha. This charrie is based off of Nysa, the main character in a story I'm writing. I'll prolly enter some other ones eventually...^-^