Post by windy on May 21, 2010 14:23:24 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
MISTPAW[/sub]
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
FEMALE[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
9 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
THUNDERCLAN[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
MEDICINE CAT APPRENTIC[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Gray she-cat with milkyblue eyes[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Mistpaw's face is a near-perfect duplicate of her mother's. Her eyes are round, and pretty, and the way her muzzle and cheekbones are formed on her face, it emphasizes her amber eyes. Her muzzle juts at an acceptable length, and her cheekbones are perfect, and tapered just enough that it shows her eyes. Her ears sit perfectly upon her head with the acceptable white hairs curling about them, and still acceptably, stick out. They aren't too big or too small, or too triangular, they are perfect. They are tipped with black hair - proving that some one in her family was a wild cat (perhaps a grandparent.)[/sub]
Her body is perfectly built. When she gets older, she'll have more of a defined, thin yet muscular shape, with long claws and teeth, with a long pelt, that she still has now. Her paws are regular sized. Her pelt is somewhat fluffy, and it thins out- slowly - when it gets hotter, but gets thicker again slowly. That's the disadvantage to having a pelt like hers. Mistpaw's pelt is gray, like her mothers, with a few dark spots here and there. She has a long dark-gray stripe trailing down her spine, and ending at the tip of her tail, and along the tail, it trails out into thick stripes. Her under-belly is pure white, along with her muzzle. It splashes up her nose bridge, in between her eyes, before fading into grey. On her forehead is a dark-gray 'W'.
The stripes trail out from her eyes, ending at her neck. Along her there are more stripes, that end halfway down her forelegs. She also has darker spots, that are placed randomly along her sides. As they get closer to the stripes, they seem to somewhat connect to the stripes, and then they dissapear all together. Her nose is an acceptable pink. The lower edge of her eye[ the fur underneath her eye] is a light grey, and it follows the corner of her eye until the end.
The backs of her hind-legs are dark grey- and her heel an even darker grey. On her left-hind-leg, it's completely light grey, from the thigh, down to just a little past the center. It's striped, again with the dark gray we spoke of before. On her right foreleg, it's the same deal, only it's not completely all the way around. Her shoulders, actually, are free of the dark stripe that runs along her spine, although, along the shoulder blades, there are grey stripes running across them, that appeared halfway along her
neck.
MISTPAW IS BLIND.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Mistpaw is probably no where close to resembling her parent's personality, although there are few similarities. But we won't get into them just yet.Mistpaw is rather tough and she acts more masculine than feminine at times, because she's just that odd. Odd in a good way, of course. She won't take any insults, or she just might come back with a hurtful retort. Sometimes, she gets so angry, that she has a hard time not mauling anyone. But, you'll be glad to know she doesn't. She is also very sensitive though - on the right day if you yell at some one else, infront of her, or yell at her, she might get a little scared. But, usually, she's not like that, so don't worry. She isn't scared of too many things, so it's nearly impossible to scare her.[/sub]
She actually - suprisingly - has a very good bond with her mother, but kits are supposed to have bonds with their mothers, no? Anyway, other than what I just told you before, she's actually very nice. Protective as well - over her siblings and friends, because, to her, it is UNACCEPTABLE for her friends to be insulted, and she will hear of it, or find out about it. And then it won't be pretty. Well, not physically, but verbally. She doesn't want to be exiled. She's very loyal - fierce too - and she's strong, just like her mother. Mistpaw sticks with the warrior code, but then again, she's not afraid to challenge it, if it means doing something that must be done, regardless of the consequences.
This tough personality has another side too - a sweet innocent, and clean freak she-kit. Hard to believe? Well it's true. She doesn't really like it when others don't try to get to know her - it's not very fair. She can be nice, when she forces herself to be, which she doesn't really agree with, but if it's to make a friend, she's all thumbs. She gets jealous too, when her friends ignore her, and thats when her sensitivity comes in mind. So, she's tough, yet fragile.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Noxshadow - brown tom with black stripe[/sub]
-deceased-
MOUNTAINPELT - grey she-cat with green eyes -deceased-
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Windblaze nodded. She shook her pelt, knowing it'd be no use. "If you get me fresh-kill, I'll share it with you if you want." She smiled, just trying to be nice. She had no feelings-- no love, just to give you an idea --for him. Friends only, please. For some reason, she had completely forgotten about the idea of not forgiving; now she had just found the idea plain nonsense.[/sub]
"Sorry about that..." She muttered, sitting down on soggy, bare ground. Actually, it wasn't that uncomfortable, she actually kinda didn't notice it. Anyway, she didn't understand what he said before he said,"Go dry yourself off", or something like that. Windblaze was trying to be nice, knowing that she had just did something stupid - and she'd try to make everyone forget by changing the subject somewhat. The medicine cat sighed, laying on soaked ground as the clouds parted, the sun free from it's dark cage - it was still cold, as if the sun was still busy warming up.
A random thought entered her head. If ThunderClan had somehow found it's way into WindClan, then they had picked a perfect day to do it. With the rain, they could easily sneak in with out the fear of being picked up - and that's because their scent would wash away. She thought, But then again, sometimes others don't think of that until the last moment, and then they can't go back. But it was possible, though. With Duskstar as the leader of ThunderClan, anything was possible. Not that she knew anything about him, but thinking of making allies with former enemies was an extremely brilliant idea, and she was certain it might of come from Duskstar.
"This is a drastic chance of subject, but if ThunderClan planned to come out here, then their strategies are great. We would be extremely unprepared, and that wouldn't be very good. We'd have a very possible change of nearly getting driven away, but then again, there's a chance that there won't be an attack." She wanted to speak her mind, so she did, no matter how random it appeared to be. "And I'm sorry for being random." She apologized. Her tail-tip twitched. Quite frankly, Windblaze did NOT want to have her den crowded with cats. And these days, with the alliance of RiverClan and ThunderClan, they'd never be sure or safe to begin with. And that's my problem. She finished those thoughts - well, not really, but who cares?
Windblaze then noticed that that's what Rootpelt meant. That she shouldn't have been out in the rain alone, and that rain washes away scents easily. She should of figured that out moments ago. She was stupid, she knew that, don't repeat it again, please, and thanks. UGH. If she could go back in time and fix things, then, she certainly would, mkay? Mkay. But too bad, since she wasn't a miracle worker - OR even magical for that matter - so she couldn't do anything. And she realized that she felt insanely nervous - frightened if that ( which is something,since she is rarely ever scared )
Windblaze didn't want to be a worry-wart over this, but anyone in any Clan, with the acception of Duskstar, Riverstar, and Cranefeather, would be worried - with the declaring of war on ShadowClan, and then two very strong Clans uniting, then there was a good reason. StarClan better have something good to say. She thought, remembering the fact that she would soon have that medicine cat meeting. Well, she didn't really finish her thoughts, did she? That was one of the things you needed to notice about her - but it'd be difficult considering the fact that no one - perhaps in the forest- was telepathic.
Hah, yeah. No telepaths. It was pretty much impossible, she would of known about it by now - or maybe that's what StarClan was going to talk about it - or it could be one of many things. Her mind was overwhelmed with thoughts that she had to fight back with questions. Hmph. She let out a breath. The smell of recent rain-fall wafted into her mouth, and she actually enjoyed the smell. It was still better than RiverClan's fishy scent, right? Of course... Heh...
A delayed reply escaped Windblaze's mouth, from his," You’d do your best to not do such a meaningless thing again. Unless you want to go through that twice.” She had twitched her tailtip before mocking those words, angrily. Then she had calmed down - she needed to get the last few drops of anger out of her system, and now she was done.
She wasn't sure if she'd get him in trouble, she wasn't exactly thinking about that now at the moment, but then again, she probably would. But - if Rootpelt got exiled, then the clan lost a warrior, and then when the war arrived, there was a possible chance that the outcome would be,"Goodbye WindClan." Well, that was if WindClan decided to help ShadowClan. And suddenly, guilt radiated off her pelt in strong waves. Rootpelt, Windblaze, why have you suddenly appeared in camp? Well, Rootpelt just dragged me back here, because I was being idiotic and stubborn, and hounding him with "Make me's". I freakin' deserve to get punished. Really, I do. She thought, with a growl.
How could this be so impossible? She furrowed her brows, before laying on the ground, mud soaking her fur. She didn't care, she had more important things to think about, and mud wasn't important, last time she checked. Even better, exile me, if you must, I'm just stupid, right? She wouldn't say that.
[Lol. this is my post, it's just from another site with a different cat. x3]
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