Post by Stormbelly on Sept 4, 2011 19:31:35 GMT -5
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names: Stormkit/Stormpaw/Stormbelly
gender: She-cat
age: 30 Moons
clan: ThunderClan
rank: Warrior
personality:
Stormbelly is a rather pushy she-cat. She has a hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer, though this doesn’t mean she’d go charging in blindly when she didn’t have all the facts. Despite her head-strong and stubborn nature, she has a tendency to sit back and gather all the facts before making any type of decisions. She’s very outgoing, and doesn’t have a problem speaking her mind or making herself heard.Stormbelly is an extraordinary patient she-cat. She tends to take things one day at a time, and as they come, never making noise about what comes her way. Her faith in StarClan is above-average, and she believes that her warrior ancestors truly walk beside her, and all the cats of the Clans, guiding their paw steps and their paths. Her faith had led her to realize and understand that not all things can be controlled, and one must take the good and the bad with a grain of salt and a smile. She truly has put her faith in StarClan, preferring to sit for long periods in contemplation and thought, pondering over the meaning of many things. She has a tendency to worry over things that are best left for those who have lived a far longer life than she, but she has found a way to always keep her worry to herself. She doesn’t often let her unhappiness show; this is one cat that isn’t often seen without a smile. Her kind and out-going nature make her a rather popular cat among all Clans, though her loyalty lies solely with her own. She tends to fret over her clan mates, making sure everything in their lives is going as good as possible. She likes to take younger cats under her proverbial wing, looking after them as a mother would. She has never longed for a family, nor has she ever thought about taking a mate; she seems to be one of those rare she-cats who isn’t concerned with her love life or lack thereof. She’s a worldly, thoughtful she-cat, calm and patient and kind and caring. Her Clan means everything to her, and despite the possibility of having mixed loyalties, she has never strayed from ThunderClan.
appearance:
Stormbelly is a long legged, but compact she-cat. She has short, triangular ears spaced evenly on top of her head. Her eyes are a bright, vibrant gold. Her fur is short, sleek and ash gray with white splotched. Her tail is long, thin, but well furred. She is fairly well-muscled, with strong hind legs that allow her to leap a lot farther than some cats. Her nose is bright pink, and her whiskers are white and long; she inherited them from her mother, Graywhisker.
history:
Stormbelly was born as Stormkit, along with her brother Buzzardkit. Her mother is Graywhisker of ThunderClan, and for most of their lives, their father was unknown to them. Stormkit and Buzzardkit were too young to understand that their father was nowhere within the Clan; they assumed he was just out hunting for a really long time. When they turned six moons they became apprentices. Buzzardkit became Buzzardpaw, and Stormkit became Stormpaw. The two littermates were oftentimes inseparable, often begging their mentors to take them on patrols together. The two cats were always together, but there came a time when Buzzardpaw began to sneak off without Stormpaw. Unaware of what her brother was doing, Stormpaw found out that he’d been sneaking off to the WindClan border every night to stare out over the moors. Stormpaw didn’t know what it mean but after another moon, Buzzardpaw confessed to Stormpaw that he no longer felt like a ThunderClan cat, and that the moors seemed to be calling to him. So, after a long hard talk, and a difficult decisions, Buzzardpaw met a tom on the border, a friend he‘d made in WindClan, Yellowhawk, and joined WindClan. Stormpaw was devastated, but neither she nor Graywhisker revealed Buzzardpaw's reason for leaving. Stormpaw continued training as normal, determined to be the most loyal ThunderClan cat ever and to prove to herself and her mother that she was a true ThunderClanner. After her assessment, Stormpaw passed with flying colors, and became Stormbelly. Stormbelly worked hard as a warrior, doing as much work as she could to prove to everyone that she would be the best warrior she could. At a Gathering, she met her brother, Buzzardpaw, who had become Buzzardleap. He told her he didn’t regret his decision to leave, although he did regret leaving her alone in ThunderClan. He asked if she’d be interested in joining WindClan with him, and that their father and the Clan would welcome her with open paws. With a heavy heart, Stormbelly told him that she could never desert her Clan, and that she was a ThunderClan cat down to the very last. Buzzardleapwas saddened by this, but understood, and the two parted ways, only seeing one another at Gatherings from then on.
sample rp
Splash nodded gratefully as Storm sat beside his mate, and crouched down to devour the mouse in a few swift bites. She swiped her tongue over her jaws, savoring the fresh, crisp taste of the prey, before she pulled herself to her feet and padded to the back of the cave. “You’re sure this is a good place to stay?” she asked curiously, sniffing at the nest that she’d left earlier that morning. “It smells like badger.”
“It’s scent is stale,” Storm mewed, sounding unconcerned as he crouched down to finish off what was left of the squirrel. “It’ll be fine. Besides, the prey is all right here, and I don’t see any reason-”
“But my fur feels all gross,” Splash grumbled, giving her chest a few licks and making a disgusted face at the foul taste. “And it’s so noisy. The water is always growling at the rocks, and I can’t even hear myself think sometimes.”
Fern chuckled patiently, sounding amused by their bickering. Splash was their only kit from their last litter, and she had stayed with them since she was kitted. “Oh Splash,” she mewed sweetly. “This is the best place we’ve been so far. I don’t imagine there will be-”
She was cut off as the cave grew suddenly dark, and the three cats turned to the mouth of it with alarm bristling their pelts. A large, furry shape was blocking the entrance, and Splash let out a sudden yowl, her fur standing on end. “A badger!” she screeched, trembling where she stood. Storm immediately leapt in front of Fern, who crouched behind her mate with wide, frightened eyes.
The three cats waited for the badger to lumber forward and attack them, but instead they were surprised when it spoke. “What cats doing in den now?”
The words were broken, accented, and not well formed, but the three understood what she was saying well enough. Splash was still trembling, but when neither Storm nor Fern made any move to step forward and answer, she managed to convince her paws to pad forward. “We-we didn’t know someone still lived here. We thought you’d gone. Please forgive us. We’ll leave right away.” She shared a terrified glance with her parents; Storm looked fluffed up and ready for a fight, his claws unsheathed and scraping on the hard rock. Fern just looked frightened.
“Not need leave. Name Midnight. Won’t hurt you, if you not hurt me.” The badger lumbered forward, looking vaguely pleased, if her face was any indication, to have visitors. “Not been here for moon. Out walking sands. Very long walk, but good for watching stars at night.” She flopped down on the rocks near the cats, who slowly began to look less terrified, though no less suspicious, as they realized she really meant them no harm.
“I’m Splash, and that’s Storm and Fern.” Splash twitched her whiskers as she flicked her tail to each of the other cats in turn. Then a question rose unbidden to her mind, bubbling in her throat and bursting from her mouth before she could stop it. “You were watching the stars?” she asked slowly, her fear suddenly forgotten in place of her curiosity. Midnight nodded with a grunt, her small, beady eyes studying the she-cat calmly. Storm and Fern seemed content to settle near the back of the cave, still watching Midnight warily.
“Questions good. Learn much when ask questions. I watch stars. Talk to ancient cats who live in stars. They know much. Not always nice. But good talks.” She seemed to consider for a moment, before she added; “You not Clan cats? Not smell like Clan cats.”
“Ancient cats who live in stars? Who are they? Clan cats?” Splash mewed, exchanging a look with her parents. “What are Clan cats?”
Midnight hunkered down to get comfortable, shoulders hunching as she lounged on the cave floor. Fern and Storm padded cautiously closer, taking a seat beside Splash, who was leaning in eagerly, a questioning light shining in her eyes.
“Very curious,” Midnight rumbled. “Yes, questions good. I tell you of cats in stars, and of Clan Cats. Is long, long story….”
characters: No other yet~
c-box name:Milky/Millie
names: Stormkit/Stormpaw/Stormbelly
gender: She-cat
age: 30 Moons
clan: ThunderClan
rank: Warrior
personality:
Stormbelly is a rather pushy she-cat. She has a hard time taking ‘no’ for an answer, though this doesn’t mean she’d go charging in blindly when she didn’t have all the facts. Despite her head-strong and stubborn nature, she has a tendency to sit back and gather all the facts before making any type of decisions. She’s very outgoing, and doesn’t have a problem speaking her mind or making herself heard.Stormbelly is an extraordinary patient she-cat. She tends to take things one day at a time, and as they come, never making noise about what comes her way. Her faith in StarClan is above-average, and she believes that her warrior ancestors truly walk beside her, and all the cats of the Clans, guiding their paw steps and their paths. Her faith had led her to realize and understand that not all things can be controlled, and one must take the good and the bad with a grain of salt and a smile. She truly has put her faith in StarClan, preferring to sit for long periods in contemplation and thought, pondering over the meaning of many things. She has a tendency to worry over things that are best left for those who have lived a far longer life than she, but she has found a way to always keep her worry to herself. She doesn’t often let her unhappiness show; this is one cat that isn’t often seen without a smile. Her kind and out-going nature make her a rather popular cat among all Clans, though her loyalty lies solely with her own. She tends to fret over her clan mates, making sure everything in their lives is going as good as possible. She likes to take younger cats under her proverbial wing, looking after them as a mother would. She has never longed for a family, nor has she ever thought about taking a mate; she seems to be one of those rare she-cats who isn’t concerned with her love life or lack thereof. She’s a worldly, thoughtful she-cat, calm and patient and kind and caring. Her Clan means everything to her, and despite the possibility of having mixed loyalties, she has never strayed from ThunderClan.
appearance:
Stormbelly is a long legged, but compact she-cat. She has short, triangular ears spaced evenly on top of her head. Her eyes are a bright, vibrant gold. Her fur is short, sleek and ash gray with white splotched. Her tail is long, thin, but well furred. She is fairly well-muscled, with strong hind legs that allow her to leap a lot farther than some cats. Her nose is bright pink, and her whiskers are white and long; she inherited them from her mother, Graywhisker.
history:
Stormbelly was born as Stormkit, along with her brother Buzzardkit. Her mother is Graywhisker of ThunderClan, and for most of their lives, their father was unknown to them. Stormkit and Buzzardkit were too young to understand that their father was nowhere within the Clan; they assumed he was just out hunting for a really long time. When they turned six moons they became apprentices. Buzzardkit became Buzzardpaw, and Stormkit became Stormpaw. The two littermates were oftentimes inseparable, often begging their mentors to take them on patrols together. The two cats were always together, but there came a time when Buzzardpaw began to sneak off without Stormpaw. Unaware of what her brother was doing, Stormpaw found out that he’d been sneaking off to the WindClan border every night to stare out over the moors. Stormpaw didn’t know what it mean but after another moon, Buzzardpaw confessed to Stormpaw that he no longer felt like a ThunderClan cat, and that the moors seemed to be calling to him. So, after a long hard talk, and a difficult decisions, Buzzardpaw met a tom on the border, a friend he‘d made in WindClan, Yellowhawk, and joined WindClan. Stormpaw was devastated, but neither she nor Graywhisker revealed Buzzardpaw's reason for leaving. Stormpaw continued training as normal, determined to be the most loyal ThunderClan cat ever and to prove to herself and her mother that she was a true ThunderClanner. After her assessment, Stormpaw passed with flying colors, and became Stormbelly. Stormbelly worked hard as a warrior, doing as much work as she could to prove to everyone that she would be the best warrior she could. At a Gathering, she met her brother, Buzzardpaw, who had become Buzzardleap. He told her he didn’t regret his decision to leave, although he did regret leaving her alone in ThunderClan. He asked if she’d be interested in joining WindClan with him, and that their father and the Clan would welcome her with open paws. With a heavy heart, Stormbelly told him that she could never desert her Clan, and that she was a ThunderClan cat down to the very last. Buzzardleapwas saddened by this, but understood, and the two parted ways, only seeing one another at Gatherings from then on.
sample rp
Splash nodded gratefully as Storm sat beside his mate, and crouched down to devour the mouse in a few swift bites. She swiped her tongue over her jaws, savoring the fresh, crisp taste of the prey, before she pulled herself to her feet and padded to the back of the cave. “You’re sure this is a good place to stay?” she asked curiously, sniffing at the nest that she’d left earlier that morning. “It smells like badger.”
“It’s scent is stale,” Storm mewed, sounding unconcerned as he crouched down to finish off what was left of the squirrel. “It’ll be fine. Besides, the prey is all right here, and I don’t see any reason-”
“But my fur feels all gross,” Splash grumbled, giving her chest a few licks and making a disgusted face at the foul taste. “And it’s so noisy. The water is always growling at the rocks, and I can’t even hear myself think sometimes.”
Fern chuckled patiently, sounding amused by their bickering. Splash was their only kit from their last litter, and she had stayed with them since she was kitted. “Oh Splash,” she mewed sweetly. “This is the best place we’ve been so far. I don’t imagine there will be-”
She was cut off as the cave grew suddenly dark, and the three cats turned to the mouth of it with alarm bristling their pelts. A large, furry shape was blocking the entrance, and Splash let out a sudden yowl, her fur standing on end. “A badger!” she screeched, trembling where she stood. Storm immediately leapt in front of Fern, who crouched behind her mate with wide, frightened eyes.
The three cats waited for the badger to lumber forward and attack them, but instead they were surprised when it spoke. “What cats doing in den now?”
The words were broken, accented, and not well formed, but the three understood what she was saying well enough. Splash was still trembling, but when neither Storm nor Fern made any move to step forward and answer, she managed to convince her paws to pad forward. “We-we didn’t know someone still lived here. We thought you’d gone. Please forgive us. We’ll leave right away.” She shared a terrified glance with her parents; Storm looked fluffed up and ready for a fight, his claws unsheathed and scraping on the hard rock. Fern just looked frightened.
“Not need leave. Name Midnight. Won’t hurt you, if you not hurt me.” The badger lumbered forward, looking vaguely pleased, if her face was any indication, to have visitors. “Not been here for moon. Out walking sands. Very long walk, but good for watching stars at night.” She flopped down on the rocks near the cats, who slowly began to look less terrified, though no less suspicious, as they realized she really meant them no harm.
“I’m Splash, and that’s Storm and Fern.” Splash twitched her whiskers as she flicked her tail to each of the other cats in turn. Then a question rose unbidden to her mind, bubbling in her throat and bursting from her mouth before she could stop it. “You were watching the stars?” she asked slowly, her fear suddenly forgotten in place of her curiosity. Midnight nodded with a grunt, her small, beady eyes studying the she-cat calmly. Storm and Fern seemed content to settle near the back of the cave, still watching Midnight warily.
“Questions good. Learn much when ask questions. I watch stars. Talk to ancient cats who live in stars. They know much. Not always nice. But good talks.” She seemed to consider for a moment, before she added; “You not Clan cats? Not smell like Clan cats.”
“Ancient cats who live in stars? Who are they? Clan cats?” Splash mewed, exchanging a look with her parents. “What are Clan cats?”
Midnight hunkered down to get comfortable, shoulders hunching as she lounged on the cave floor. Fern and Storm padded cautiously closer, taking a seat beside Splash, who was leaning in eagerly, a questioning light shining in her eyes.
“Very curious,” Midnight rumbled. “Yes, questions good. I tell you of cats in stars, and of Clan Cats. Is long, long story….”
characters: No other yet~
c-box name:Milky/Millie
