Post by ,, CHISA ,, on May 23, 2010 15:49:59 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
BROWNWHISPER[/sub]
chisa,,brownpaw
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
FEMALE[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
TWENTY-SEVEN MOONS[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
THUNDERCLAN[/sub]
kitty-pet,,loner
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
WARRIOR[/sub]
kittypet,,loner
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
LONG HAIRED TABBY BROWN WITH LIGHT BLUE-GREEN EYES.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
With a normal cat's muscle mass built into her. She's just your every day, normal she-cat with those slightly to huge for her, paws. With that slightly to long for her, tail. Oh and we can't forget her long legs, barely built for tugging through the thick undergrowth. She's got the body of a cat that does not belong in the dense woodlands that is Thunderclan's home, but, she makes it up with her keen eyes. Brownwhisper is of a slightly, about a inch or two, smaller then the normal size for she-cats. Her 'more powerful' built is in her hind legs, which she has used more often, due to the fact that she is one of the fastest climbers in Thunderclan, now a days.[/sub]
With a long furred coak, this she-cat's pelt will suck up the water like a sponge. With her unusually long coat, she gets stuck easily in brushes, in which she blames it on the brushes for what has happened. She's got soft tabby brown fur that, when caught in the moon light, is like a black-ish color, covered in silvery stripes. An odd thing for an odder she-cat. Her fur sticks up on her ears, giving her a lyx appearance, even if it come right on down to her. Now near her elbows, black fur is clearly shown, and on the tips of her paws, which are either, a range from white to black, depending on which paw we are talking about. Her paw pads are a rough black color, good for walking across rocky areas with.
Her eyes are a green-blue color. More green the blue. They are like the window to her soul, letting any cat that dare try to look her in the eye, know her very feeling the second you see her. It's those same eyes that can stare down a cat when feeling threaten, those same eyes some have said, felt like two burning pits of hell against their pelt. Her green-blue eyes always sparkle with a tainted frustation that no one can understand, and these eyes are easy to figure out mind you. She expresses most of her feelings through her eyes, and if those don't give you the clue, well she'll say it to you.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
not many would find this hard to believe, this natural curious she-cat is always sticking her nose in places that should better be left hidden. She's sniffed up a few magical things in her life time. Catnip, being one of her most... advantageous memories. She's one to always find a way out of her dangerous outings sometimes end with her scratching herself on something, pulling a claw, and even having a small fight with a brush. She tends to blame nature for what happens to her. She's curious... and that's all to it.[/sub]
Quiet and out of the way, she is always on her toes, looking from a distance at what she wants, and never really making a move for it. She's just to shy to do much, and is quick to please those around her, rather then disappoint them. If given the chance she would train an apprentice and give them a strong determain mind, that could lead that apprentice to be poven worthy of being a warrior. She only accepts a few into her heart and those few have seen a more, outward, nature loving, she-cat that wouldn't hurt a fly, even if it annoyed the hell out of her.
Even though she is shy, she tends to be really outgoing. Up for patrolling, hunting, battle training apprentice's who's mentors are to busy doing other things. She's always seen helping the clan, even when she's resting, given the chance of course. She likes to tell kits stories, taking them just outside the camp's wall and letting the explore just a little, even if it's forbidden. She'd be ready to take the heat. She loves walking around at night, letting the stars shine down and cover her pelt in there cold shine.
She, well, not the love-able type. Given the chance she would open her heart slowly to this tom, giving them a chance to see her as a true cat not a 'lazy old kitty-pet' as some would like to label her. She's know to not grow very close to toms, seeing as she is just scared she'll never make a good mate, to 'a big strong warrior'. She sees herself as a lousy lover, but a rather good mother, and can't help it if she one day wants to have kits. She however, doesn't want a tom that'll protect her, she wants a tom that'll fight with her every chance they get, but in the end, just end up loving each other more.
She's not good at making friends, tending to wait for cats to come to her first. She gives off a happy glow when cats look at her, even if she's smiling shyly. She views the world as a big happy ball of sunshine, even if she doesn't like the way she is. She helps cats around her, even if they don't need it. She's easy going with close friends, and when they are close they see a side of her other's don't see. They see this happy go lucky, I'm always going to be beside you, type of cat that's hiding below the shy cat. They see a secret keeper, one that'll do anything to keep a secret, even die to protect it.
No surprise here. She has a temper, and it's red hot at the touch. She rarely goes into a temper fit, although cats do feel the edge of her cold words when they tell/call her a kitty-pet, or even remind her of it. But it's in battle where she shows these warrior cats just how wrong they are about her. She fights to the point where her eyes see red and she's in an all out battle match to the death. Although she tends to let them go, right before anything worst can happen. She swift to change from temper to happy, and then back from happy to temper. She never wishes to hurt or even kill a cat.
One of her many skills is that she can tell a fabulous story, made-up or real, and still listen to the stuff going around the camp. She's a good cat that loves to help, and in which, she ends up being OKAY in. She can give advise, but not very good. Either telling the cat that, even if it won't be okay, life goes on and so does the world, get over it. She's a good fighter and a good hunter, not nothing awesome, or cool in those departments, beside a few moves she's learn by herself. She does however, do really well in climbing trees, something she is proud to hold near and dear to her. Having to jump fences as a young kit, made her a strong climber and jumper.
Now one of her many flaws is that she can be as jumpy as ever around a river. She tends to go easy on apprentices, even if they break the warrior's code she'll help them with their punishment, until she herself, is punished for helping. She just can't help it. She's not the best in stalking in the marshy grounds of Thunderclan, but she makes it up with hunting the squirrels that come around. She's is actually, really comfortable around the thunder path. She is very bad at trying to stay out of cat's way at the gathering.
She has many weakness. She's got the softest heart in the world. She tends to give herself a quiet outlook because of who she is. She however will protect the youngest kit in any clan, to the eldest elder in any clan. Just cause war isn't the answer. But damn her, if it wasn't so much fun to her in the end. She has many strengths. She's always got to do things, so her muscles, battling, hunting and even just jumping are all strengths to her. She's curious and so her true strength lies in her sly movements
YOUR FAMILY TREE
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- Tumble - Mother - Kittypet - tabby brown with black paws and green eyes
- Jiroaito - Father - Kittypet - black tom with green eyes
- Barney - Brother - Kittypet - all black tom with green eyes
- Arata - Grandfather(mother) - Loner - grey tabby tom blue eyes
- Willowsong - Grandmother(mother) - Past Thunderclan Warrior - tabby brown she-cat with green-blue eyes
- Gin - Grandfather(father) - Kitty-pet - black tom with green eyes
- Ishi - Grandmother(father) - Kitty-pet - gray she-cat with green eyes
- Unknown Aunts and Uncles
The complete History
Chisa was the youngest of a litter of two. Barney being her older litter-mate, and then many others older then herself and Barney. Tumble and Jiroaito were breeding cats, 'pure' breed Norwegian Forest cats. Chisa was always going out into the yard at night and staring at the stars, around 2-3 moons of age of course. Tumble always told stories about these flesh-eating forest cats, and Chisa became in loved with them. It wasn't until she was 7 moons old, and her mother and father's owners were giving her and her brother away, did she make a run for it.
She left the night before those new owners were to come. She wore a bright green collar and had no true fighting skills or hunting skills, but she taught herself the basics. She stumbled upon Thunderclan's territory at the age of 8 moons and she fought a young apprentice, better skilled in fighting then herself, and won. She was accepted into the clan, although some cats noticed her bright green collar. The medicine cat later on, took the collar off. She was named Brownpaw, for her tabby brown fur.
As she trained she learned much. Knowing hunting was harder then she did think, she even notice that fighting was harder then before. But she skilled herself in it. She was notice right away as a tree climber and successfully passed her first test in tree climbing. Her first catch was a squirrel that had shot up a tree and she had followed quickly, leaping down as quickly with the thing still in her jaws. She killed the creature and then she sent a pray that it's spirit was save with it's own kind. When she became a warrior at the nice age of 15 moons, she was named Brownwhisper. Why?
Brown for her pretty tabby brown pelt, and Whisper because she was a quiet gentle soul.
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Let's turn back the clock... back to a time when everything was so much easier...[/sub]
"Hehehe!" The excited high-pitched kit voice was the only thing that broke the silence as the tabby brown and the black kits tumbled around the feet of their mother and father. Who's eyes were watching them expecting to see the sudden, and ever so forbidden, slash of claws and teeth. "Barney!" Cried the tabby brown kit as she was pinned, eyes browing wide as the black kit, know as Barney, bent down to lick her cheek, purring. "Yes, Chisa?" The tom questioned, eyebrows raising questioning the younger she-cat, who's pelt was lightly dusted with the dirt from the grassy backyard.
"Chisa, no claws." A deep male voice sounded and the two kits parted from each other looking up at the male, eyes wide and curious. "Yes daddy!" Chisa said, fear strong in the air. Said fear, very strongly, was meet in Chisa's eyes. "Now, Jiroaito! Please be nice, they are just kits." A warm, sweet motherly voice sounded and Chisa smiled happily at her mother. "Tumble, but-" The male, their father, Jiroaito, looked at his mate heatedly, before starting away from his mate and kits.
"Do not mind your father, my kits. Come, come, I shall tell you a story again." Tumble spoke in such a sweet warm voice. Barney and Chisa's eyes locked for just a second before stepping after their mother in weak steps. Chisa felt her mother's teeth sink into her neck and she was over on the far side of the fence. Her mother was back again with her brother and her mother sat in front of the kits, her back to the forest. "Now, kits, are story begins with a young apprentice, Willowpaw. Now Willowpaw was a beautiful she-cat with green eyes." Chisa smiled, looking proudly at her mother. "What clan was Willowpaw in Mama!" Chisa's high pitched voice caught her mother's ears quickly.
"Thunderclan sweetie... now, Willowpaw was a great fighter, but she wasn't a great hunter, she had trouble getting the hang of it, and one day, after many days of trying she met a young male from the border. His name was Arata." Chisa watched her mother with wonder as she told, Chisa's favorite story. The one when Willowpaw fell in love, but left him so she could be with her clan forever and always. She listened as her mother went on to talk, Chisa's mind started wandering, right in to what would happen if she, Chisa, were to become a warrior. Eyes staring off into the woods, Tumble bent down and licked her daughter's ears.
"Mama! Can we go into the forest?" Chisa asked, smiling hopefully. Tumble however shook her head. "Your father would be very upset Chisa, now, now, lets go back into side." Chisa sighed.
