Post by Blizzardsnow on May 17, 2011 6:51:26 GMT -5
Name: Blizzardsnow
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Personality: Normally calm, but becomes overwhelmed around too many felines at one time. She loves kits, has never had any of her own, but feels it is her destiny to become a mother. During large battles, she could run off before the battle ends, due to her fear of large groups of cats. Though if she is in a one on one battle, she can become fierce and proud of her warrior blood. While she is in the Clan camp, she stays calm for most of the time. She picks at her meals, remembering her family's favorite prey. She enjoys sitting in a patch of sunlight, grooming her fur while surrounded by her closest friends in the Clan. Though she enjoys hunting and going out on patrols, she refuses to patrol near any water due to her history and fear of water. She hates when the cats of her Clan and of other Clans tease her about being born as a loner. She tends to try to get out of Gatherings due to the cats being cruel to her. As a silent vow to herself, she will not hunt every animal that she comes across. She will only hunt certain types of prey, which annoys the Clan even more.
Physical Description: A long-legged she-cat, Blizzardsnow's short, tabby-like coat is pale grey with darker grey spots on her back and legs. Her small paws are pure white with black spots on a few of her toes. Her long tail is tipped with a dark blue-grey colour and striped with white. This pretty she-cat was also given a pale pink nose with a white spot on the tip. Her eyes, the colour of ice, shine with a light that is odd and comforting at the same time. Though this she-cat sounds perfect, she is not. A long, pink scar runs down her back right leg, showing all cats that she is a fighter for her Clan. The fur surrounding her scar is a very pale grey, almost white, colour. Why it didn't grow back completely, no one knows. Why it is lighter than the rest of her fur, once again, no one knows. She also has a slight "V" shape in her left ear. This scar was forced onto the she-cat's body after a hard battle that seemed to never end. During the winter, her fur becomes thick, and a little longer than her summer coat. While during the summer, her coat is thin, short, yet soft to the touch.
History: Born as a loner, Blizzardkit has always been shy. Even when NightClan took her, her mother, and her two siblings into the Clan, she had lived her life as a kit in the nursery, hiding from the other kits that wanted to roughhouse all day long. At around 3 moons old, Cloudkit and Snowkit, Blizzardkit's siblings, had become ill. It was after the medicine cat had told all the other mothers and kits to move out of the nursery that Blizzardkit knew it wasn't just any cough. Two days later, the medicine cat told Whiteleaf, Blizzardkit's mother, that she had to move her one healthy kit out of the nursery. Whiteleaf refused at first, of course, so she could stay near all three of her kits, but one day later, Blizzardkit pushed Whiteleaf out of the nursery. She knew they wouldn't make it. Blizzardkit curled up next to Whiteleaf, trying to convince her that she needed sleep. Whiteleaf wouldn't sleep, though, for she wanted to see to her ill kits. That same night, Whiteleaf woke Blizzardkit up with her wailing. The young kit padded over to her and saw two still bundles at Whiteleaf's paws. Cloudkit and Snowkit had died. At four moons old, Blizzardkit started to notice some strange behaviours from Whiteleaf. She wouldn't eat, she struggled in their nest while she slept, she stared at nothing for the longest time. Two moons passed, Whiteleaf became nothing but skin and bones, Blizzardkit would soon be Blizzardpaw, and the entire Clan seemed to be anxious about the ceremony. Maybe they thought Whiteleaf would be happy for her surviving kit. After the ceremony and the cheering, Blizzardpaw searched for Whiteleaf. In the nursery, the medicine den, throughout the entire camp. She was nowhere to be found! Around that same moment, two Clan cats came racing into the camp, rushing right to the leader's den. A few moments later, Blizzardpaw raced off with the two cats and their leader. She tripped over her own paws as she saw Whiteleaf laying on the ground, her fur soaked. One of the two warriors nudged her over to Whiteleaf. She looked down at her mother, the mother she barely knew, the distant mother that she remembered from her kithood. She pressed her muzzle into Whiteleaf's fur and shivered. Her mother was dead. It was that simple. She seemed to have drowned from the river. She raised her head at the three cats watching her, nodded at them in turn, and then ran back to the camp. She didn't want to be near Whiteleaf anymore. She couldn't watch them carry her body back into camp for the all-night vigil that would happen tonight of all nights. She curled up in her new nest and fell asleep, not ready for training, eating, hunting, or anything. 6 moons seemed to just fly by. Blizzardpaw would soon get her warrior name. She wasn't ready for this. She stepped out of the apprentice's den and stopped short. Every cat was looking at her. Not with happiness, but with sorrow. They remembered what happened to her when she was a kit as well. She fought through the pain to become a warrior. As her name changed from Blizzardpaw to Blizzardsnow, she watched as two small transparent kits appeared behind her leader. She shivered and nodded slightly to them both. Cloudkit and Snowkit had shown up to her warrior ceremony. 6 moons pass, her life as a warrior is wonderful yet terrifying at the same time. This is where Blizzardsnow's history ends... and her future begins.
Other notes: I don't see what there is to add. ~
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Personality: Normally calm, but becomes overwhelmed around too many felines at one time. She loves kits, has never had any of her own, but feels it is her destiny to become a mother. During large battles, she could run off before the battle ends, due to her fear of large groups of cats. Though if she is in a one on one battle, she can become fierce and proud of her warrior blood. While she is in the Clan camp, she stays calm for most of the time. She picks at her meals, remembering her family's favorite prey. She enjoys sitting in a patch of sunlight, grooming her fur while surrounded by her closest friends in the Clan. Though she enjoys hunting and going out on patrols, she refuses to patrol near any water due to her history and fear of water. She hates when the cats of her Clan and of other Clans tease her about being born as a loner. She tends to try to get out of Gatherings due to the cats being cruel to her. As a silent vow to herself, she will not hunt every animal that she comes across. She will only hunt certain types of prey, which annoys the Clan even more.
Physical Description: A long-legged she-cat, Blizzardsnow's short, tabby-like coat is pale grey with darker grey spots on her back and legs. Her small paws are pure white with black spots on a few of her toes. Her long tail is tipped with a dark blue-grey colour and striped with white. This pretty she-cat was also given a pale pink nose with a white spot on the tip. Her eyes, the colour of ice, shine with a light that is odd and comforting at the same time. Though this she-cat sounds perfect, she is not. A long, pink scar runs down her back right leg, showing all cats that she is a fighter for her Clan. The fur surrounding her scar is a very pale grey, almost white, colour. Why it didn't grow back completely, no one knows. Why it is lighter than the rest of her fur, once again, no one knows. She also has a slight "V" shape in her left ear. This scar was forced onto the she-cat's body after a hard battle that seemed to never end. During the winter, her fur becomes thick, and a little longer than her summer coat. While during the summer, her coat is thin, short, yet soft to the touch.
History: Born as a loner, Blizzardkit has always been shy. Even when NightClan took her, her mother, and her two siblings into the Clan, she had lived her life as a kit in the nursery, hiding from the other kits that wanted to roughhouse all day long. At around 3 moons old, Cloudkit and Snowkit, Blizzardkit's siblings, had become ill. It was after the medicine cat had told all the other mothers and kits to move out of the nursery that Blizzardkit knew it wasn't just any cough. Two days later, the medicine cat told Whiteleaf, Blizzardkit's mother, that she had to move her one healthy kit out of the nursery. Whiteleaf refused at first, of course, so she could stay near all three of her kits, but one day later, Blizzardkit pushed Whiteleaf out of the nursery. She knew they wouldn't make it. Blizzardkit curled up next to Whiteleaf, trying to convince her that she needed sleep. Whiteleaf wouldn't sleep, though, for she wanted to see to her ill kits. That same night, Whiteleaf woke Blizzardkit up with her wailing. The young kit padded over to her and saw two still bundles at Whiteleaf's paws. Cloudkit and Snowkit had died. At four moons old, Blizzardkit started to notice some strange behaviours from Whiteleaf. She wouldn't eat, she struggled in their nest while she slept, she stared at nothing for the longest time. Two moons passed, Whiteleaf became nothing but skin and bones, Blizzardkit would soon be Blizzardpaw, and the entire Clan seemed to be anxious about the ceremony. Maybe they thought Whiteleaf would be happy for her surviving kit. After the ceremony and the cheering, Blizzardpaw searched for Whiteleaf. In the nursery, the medicine den, throughout the entire camp. She was nowhere to be found! Around that same moment, two Clan cats came racing into the camp, rushing right to the leader's den. A few moments later, Blizzardpaw raced off with the two cats and their leader. She tripped over her own paws as she saw Whiteleaf laying on the ground, her fur soaked. One of the two warriors nudged her over to Whiteleaf. She looked down at her mother, the mother she barely knew, the distant mother that she remembered from her kithood. She pressed her muzzle into Whiteleaf's fur and shivered. Her mother was dead. It was that simple. She seemed to have drowned from the river. She raised her head at the three cats watching her, nodded at them in turn, and then ran back to the camp. She didn't want to be near Whiteleaf anymore. She couldn't watch them carry her body back into camp for the all-night vigil that would happen tonight of all nights. She curled up in her new nest and fell asleep, not ready for training, eating, hunting, or anything. 6 moons seemed to just fly by. Blizzardpaw would soon get her warrior name. She wasn't ready for this. She stepped out of the apprentice's den and stopped short. Every cat was looking at her. Not with happiness, but with sorrow. They remembered what happened to her when she was a kit as well. She fought through the pain to become a warrior. As her name changed from Blizzardpaw to Blizzardsnow, she watched as two small transparent kits appeared behind her leader. She shivered and nodded slightly to them both. Cloudkit and Snowkit had shown up to her warrior ceremony. 6 moons pass, her life as a warrior is wonderful yet terrifying at the same time. This is where Blizzardsnow's history ends... and her future begins.
Other notes: I don't see what there is to add. ~
