Post by *~Aly~* on Oct 6, 2005 19:45:59 GMT -5
Gender: She-cat
Age: 2 season-cycles 8 moons)
Rank in Clan: Leader of Paradiseclan
Description: Stormingstar is a tall, muscular she-cat, pure black except for a white streak along her right side and flank. Her eyes are a bright, clear storm gray.
Personality: She is very thoughtful in private, but among other cats her temper is easily aroused. She can be a bit mean to others when she's angry, upset, or frustrated. She tries hard to be kind to apprentices and especially kits, though. She's a good fighter, although a bit too fierce at times. She is new to her leadership, and wants to be able to please everyone (except when she's riled up, of course.) During fights she assists her Clan members in need instead of seeking out her own battles. She is loyal and would never think of betraying her Clan in any way.
Past: While still an apprentice, she witnessed several murders of Clan cats by an unknown reddish-orange-pelted loner. She believes the loner has left the city after being chased out by the Clans, but she still has nightmares about him coming back to get her to eliminate the last witness to his crimes.
RP Example: Stormingstar stood in the middle of Paradiseclan camp, looking up at Silverpelt. The stars twinkled back at her innocently, the crescent moon presiding over the midnight scene. Her night-black pelt hid her withing the darkness, only her glimmering gray eyes and white lightning streak easily visible. Oh, Ashstar, she thought, looking at the dwelling of Starclan and naming her dead leader sadly. How am I going to get Paradiseclan through the winter? She had not been a leader for long - it had only been three weeks since she had traveled to the Twilightstone ((OOC: That is what it's called here, right?)) And this was to be her great challenge. There was already little prey, and winter would make it scarcer. There was also the matter of utmost urgency: Kits and apprentices, and even one warrior, had been stolen away by a Twoleg kit. How could she, a new, raw leader, get her clan through it all? She sighed and lowered her head, then raised it again to send one last thought up to her ancestors. For the sake of the Clan, she pleaded, mouthing her silent words. For their sake, let me succeed. As a sleepy apprentice peered out of the apprentices' den, Stormingstar quietly slipped back to her own. She needed to sleep, for in the coming day the Clan would need to hunt...
Age: 2 season-cycles 8 moons)
Rank in Clan: Leader of Paradiseclan
Description: Stormingstar is a tall, muscular she-cat, pure black except for a white streak along her right side and flank. Her eyes are a bright, clear storm gray.
Personality: She is very thoughtful in private, but among other cats her temper is easily aroused. She can be a bit mean to others when she's angry, upset, or frustrated. She tries hard to be kind to apprentices and especially kits, though. She's a good fighter, although a bit too fierce at times. She is new to her leadership, and wants to be able to please everyone (except when she's riled up, of course.) During fights she assists her Clan members in need instead of seeking out her own battles. She is loyal and would never think of betraying her Clan in any way.
Past: While still an apprentice, she witnessed several murders of Clan cats by an unknown reddish-orange-pelted loner. She believes the loner has left the city after being chased out by the Clans, but she still has nightmares about him coming back to get her to eliminate the last witness to his crimes.
RP Example: Stormingstar stood in the middle of Paradiseclan camp, looking up at Silverpelt. The stars twinkled back at her innocently, the crescent moon presiding over the midnight scene. Her night-black pelt hid her withing the darkness, only her glimmering gray eyes and white lightning streak easily visible. Oh, Ashstar, she thought, looking at the dwelling of Starclan and naming her dead leader sadly. How am I going to get Paradiseclan through the winter? She had not been a leader for long - it had only been three weeks since she had traveled to the Twilightstone ((OOC: That is what it's called here, right?)) And this was to be her great challenge. There was already little prey, and winter would make it scarcer. There was also the matter of utmost urgency: Kits and apprentices, and even one warrior, had been stolen away by a Twoleg kit. How could she, a new, raw leader, get her clan through it all? She sighed and lowered her head, then raised it again to send one last thought up to her ancestors. For the sake of the Clan, she pleaded, mouthing her silent words. For their sake, let me succeed. As a sleepy apprentice peered out of the apprentices' den, Stormingstar quietly slipped back to her own. She needed to sleep, for in the coming day the Clan would need to hunt...
