Post by Maple on Apr 14, 2011 23:24:49 GMT -5
Hope this is okay O:
Name: Owlstar [Owleyes]
Age: 46 moons
Gender: female
Rank: leader [warrior]
Clan: GustClan
Personality: Owlstar, being a somewhat older warrior in her Clan, has often been seen as rude or blunt with her actions; she likes to do whatever it takes to make things right in her perspective. To the warriors outside of her Clan, she seems like a fearsome leader that rules with iron claws.
All Owlstar wants to do is care for her Clan. Within the safety of her camp, she frequently visits the other dens to check up on her Clan mates. She likes to be social with them and see if she can pick up on any rumors or chatter from the apprentices—especially after Gatherings. She’s sharp and quick to pick up on any information on other Clans that their respective leaders haven’t reported out loud to the other Clans. She wouldn’t exactly use the information to plan a battle strategy, but she would keep it to herself or share it with her deputy.
She believes that there is no harm in knowing tidbits of information about the other Clans that she could perhaps later use to her advantage—not in a fight, but if the Clans are in trouble she may want to help out. For a price.
Owlstar is a fierce warrior—ready to take on the world by herself. She isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in, and she definitely isn’t afraid to face her enemies alone with her head held high. She might seem a bit reckless sometimes, but she knows when she can win and when she can’t win. She doesn’t like to back down, and most of the time she won’t unless she can see no absolute way to win.
Physical Description: A first glance will tell you that Owlstar is a very short cat—she could be mistaken for an apprentice sometimes, or a very young warrior. Her name fits her—originally named after a small owl
After sizing her up, Owlstar is not too different than the cat standing next to her. She’s a dark, smoky gray tabby cat. She likes to think of herself as a shadow, as she is so small and dark she blends right into the night. There are a few points on her where her fur is lighter, such as a crescent-shape on her chest, almost like a collar, beneath two thick dark stripes that go around her throat. Her muzzle is a lighter color as well, the bridge of her nose being the lightest point besides the cream rings under her eyes. Her nose is black.
Her ears are black, as well as the end of her tail, which has thick black stripes. The stripes on her body nearly blend into her fur. At first glance she might appear to be a solid dark cat until you get close enough to inspect her thoroughly.
Owlstar has large, dark orange eyes. It’s the one feature on her that she wished were small—why have huge eyes and a tiny body that can’t back up a malicious stare at a hostile warrior?
History: As a kit, Owlstar was like her littermates—adventurous, bouncy, ready to take on the world. She’s still ready to take on the world, but isn’t as hyper as she once was. Her apprenticeship wasn’t anything amazing, nothing too noticeable that would mark her as an exceptionally good apprentice.
Her parents were both older warriors when Owlstar was born. Owstar’s mother, Bird, was a loner that joined the Clans when she was younger, but refused to receive a warrior name. According to her mother, she then met Kestrelfeather, Owlstar’s father.
They never bothered to have kits when they were younger due to Bird jumping into battles, scrapping with animals bigger than her and getting into trouble all the time. Kestrelfeather was more steady, and patient—a trait Owlstar picked up from him.
Bird calmed down a bit after having Owlstar. She tried to teach Owlstar how to defend herself before she could walk, always taking her out at night and sometimes sleeping outside of the camp with her. It was their little secret, a new place every night for a few moons until Kestrelfeather said something to Bird about taking her only kit out when she couldn’t defend herself yet.
Bird died shortly before Owlstar became a warrior from old age. As Owleyes, she stuck close to her father’s side. She wasn’t too friendly with the other warriors for a while, shying into a shell. Her mother, while wild and crazy, had always been there for her. Several moons passed like this, until Kestrelfeather bit her when she stopped talking, in an attempt to cause her to stop moping like a kit that’s lost a ball of moss.
Owlstar, then Owleyes, slowly started to ease out of her shell and realize that there were more important things than moping around. The past few moons had been a blur to Owleyes. She put more effort into her training and hunting, attempting to become the best warrior in her Clan to make it up to her father.
Pre-deputy life passed without incident. She earned her rank as deputy by standing by the old deputy’s side with an apprentice during an assessment when a loose dog attacked them. The former deputy was attacked jumping in the way to save the apprentice, and Owlstar had jumped on the dog’s back to try and rescue the deputy.
Unfortunately, the deputy had been grabbed by his back and his spine had snapped. After the dog had let go of the deputy, Owlstar had defended the deputy’s body with her life, with the help of the apprentice. Needless to say, Owlstar had earned her rank as deputy on her own. Had the dog not ventured out, she might still be a warrior in the camp, doing her daily chores of hunting and patroling.
Nothing terribly exciting happened after that. She became a leader moons later after the former leader passed away after a long fight with whitecough and an infected leg wound. Owlstar leads her Clan proudly, happy to serve with her warriors.
Other notes: IDK.
Name: Owlstar [Owleyes]
Age: 46 moons
Gender: female
Rank: leader [warrior]
Clan: GustClan
Personality: Owlstar, being a somewhat older warrior in her Clan, has often been seen as rude or blunt with her actions; she likes to do whatever it takes to make things right in her perspective. To the warriors outside of her Clan, she seems like a fearsome leader that rules with iron claws.
All Owlstar wants to do is care for her Clan. Within the safety of her camp, she frequently visits the other dens to check up on her Clan mates. She likes to be social with them and see if she can pick up on any rumors or chatter from the apprentices—especially after Gatherings. She’s sharp and quick to pick up on any information on other Clans that their respective leaders haven’t reported out loud to the other Clans. She wouldn’t exactly use the information to plan a battle strategy, but she would keep it to herself or share it with her deputy.
She believes that there is no harm in knowing tidbits of information about the other Clans that she could perhaps later use to her advantage—not in a fight, but if the Clans are in trouble she may want to help out. For a price.
Owlstar is a fierce warrior—ready to take on the world by herself. She isn’t afraid to stand up for what she believes in, and she definitely isn’t afraid to face her enemies alone with her head held high. She might seem a bit reckless sometimes, but she knows when she can win and when she can’t win. She doesn’t like to back down, and most of the time she won’t unless she can see no absolute way to win.
Physical Description: A first glance will tell you that Owlstar is a very short cat—she could be mistaken for an apprentice sometimes, or a very young warrior. Her name fits her—originally named after a small owl
After sizing her up, Owlstar is not too different than the cat standing next to her. She’s a dark, smoky gray tabby cat. She likes to think of herself as a shadow, as she is so small and dark she blends right into the night. There are a few points on her where her fur is lighter, such as a crescent-shape on her chest, almost like a collar, beneath two thick dark stripes that go around her throat. Her muzzle is a lighter color as well, the bridge of her nose being the lightest point besides the cream rings under her eyes. Her nose is black.
Her ears are black, as well as the end of her tail, which has thick black stripes. The stripes on her body nearly blend into her fur. At first glance she might appear to be a solid dark cat until you get close enough to inspect her thoroughly.
Owlstar has large, dark orange eyes. It’s the one feature on her that she wished were small—why have huge eyes and a tiny body that can’t back up a malicious stare at a hostile warrior?
History: As a kit, Owlstar was like her littermates—adventurous, bouncy, ready to take on the world. She’s still ready to take on the world, but isn’t as hyper as she once was. Her apprenticeship wasn’t anything amazing, nothing too noticeable that would mark her as an exceptionally good apprentice.
Her parents were both older warriors when Owlstar was born. Owstar’s mother, Bird, was a loner that joined the Clans when she was younger, but refused to receive a warrior name. According to her mother, she then met Kestrelfeather, Owlstar’s father.
They never bothered to have kits when they were younger due to Bird jumping into battles, scrapping with animals bigger than her and getting into trouble all the time. Kestrelfeather was more steady, and patient—a trait Owlstar picked up from him.
Bird calmed down a bit after having Owlstar. She tried to teach Owlstar how to defend herself before she could walk, always taking her out at night and sometimes sleeping outside of the camp with her. It was their little secret, a new place every night for a few moons until Kestrelfeather said something to Bird about taking her only kit out when she couldn’t defend herself yet.
Bird died shortly before Owlstar became a warrior from old age. As Owleyes, she stuck close to her father’s side. She wasn’t too friendly with the other warriors for a while, shying into a shell. Her mother, while wild and crazy, had always been there for her. Several moons passed like this, until Kestrelfeather bit her when she stopped talking, in an attempt to cause her to stop moping like a kit that’s lost a ball of moss.
Owlstar, then Owleyes, slowly started to ease out of her shell and realize that there were more important things than moping around. The past few moons had been a blur to Owleyes. She put more effort into her training and hunting, attempting to become the best warrior in her Clan to make it up to her father.
Pre-deputy life passed without incident. She earned her rank as deputy by standing by the old deputy’s side with an apprentice during an assessment when a loose dog attacked them. The former deputy was attacked jumping in the way to save the apprentice, and Owlstar had jumped on the dog’s back to try and rescue the deputy.
Unfortunately, the deputy had been grabbed by his back and his spine had snapped. After the dog had let go of the deputy, Owlstar had defended the deputy’s body with her life, with the help of the apprentice. Needless to say, Owlstar had earned her rank as deputy on her own. Had the dog not ventured out, she might still be a warrior in the camp, doing her daily chores of hunting and patroling.
Nothing terribly exciting happened after that. She became a leader moons later after the former leader passed away after a long fight with whitecough and an infected leg wound. Owlstar leads her Clan proudly, happy to serve with her warriors.
Other notes: IDK.
I did say ignore typos---- But thanks :3