Post by •Hawkeh• on Aug 29, 2008 19:34:20 GMT -5
I guess everyone calls me Cinderfall since my warrior ceremony. That is right; I’m a warrior, a WindClan warrior. I am a 13 moon old she-cat, but I’m often compared to my annoying brother, Stormwater.
My pelt is a beautiful shade of ash gray. My tabby stripes are a faint black, and not straight, like most tabbies. My eyes are a medium to dark crystal blue. My body is muscular and lithe, which is not that odd for a she-cat my age. My paws are white, but my paw pads are a pretty midnight black. My paws are very small, but strong and swift. My underbelly is beautiful, a light smoky white. My right ear has a triangular shaped nick in it, but I don’t remember how I got it. My tail tip is snow white, with a small black spot at the very tip. My eyes have specks of a yellowy gold color. When I’m in battle, I’m a formidable and worthy opponent to even senior warriors. My hunting skills are excellent, because I am built to be able to chase after a rabbit, like most WindClan cats.
I can’t believe how fast my personality has changed. Instead of loving almost any tom I lay eyes on, but now I only have eyes for one tom called Stonehawk. I love to be with the Clan, but sometimes I like to have a little time alone. I love to roll in the dust, especially on warm days when I'm bored, but I don't mind having a clean pelt. My favorite pastime is hunting, but I hate border patrols, they are always more serious than fun. I love to make other cats laugh, but most don’t think I’m very funny. Don’t tell Greifstar, but I think she is a paranoid old she-cat, and belongs more in the elder’s den than the leader’s den. I am very outspoken at times, but I rarely talk to other Clans. I am a very formidable fighter and very quick thinking when I’m fighting a cat, I don’t care if my opponent is a she-cat or a tom. I will protect my Clan with my life, even if were to protect a single kit. I can be very sarcastic sometimes, more times than most.
I was born to two WindClan warriors (of course). My mother, Shrimpfur, was a tortoiseshell, but she had more white than ginger or black. My father, Shadowstream, was a dark gray tom, and he was lagre… way bigger than my mother, who was about twice my size. I had two brothers and a sister. Glimmerkit, my sister, was a beautiful silver tabby with ginger paws and black tabby stripes. Bluekit and Stormkit were almost, if not identical…but Bluekit wasn’t a tabby and he had darker fur (blue-gray). Bluekit was killed not long after we were born, about a moon or two ago. The outbreak of greencough started and ended with Bluekit. There was nothing Breezefall could do, but I think that StarClan never intended that he would ever become an apprentice…
When we were about three or four moons old, a fox broke into the nursery and killed my sister, and father. That left just me, Stormkit, and Swiftkit (my black and white cousin who was about a moon older than us.).
When we became apprentices two moons later, my mother died, from a rouge they say. But the closest thing we had to family was Swiftpaw, but he was always out patrolling or training. Then about a moon into our apprenticeships (two for Swiftpaw), Swiftpaw and his mentor, Sharpthorn (a huge dark gray tom), were attacked by a stupid two-leg dog.
Not soon after, I met Stonepaw (Stonehawk), and Stormpaw met Waterpaw, a little apprentice who he thinks of as sweet, adorable, and basic blah bity blah blah.
We became warriors about a moon ago, Stormpaw became Stormwater, and we aren’t as close as we were a few moons ago. When RougeClan took over the camp, I was afraid at first, but later regained my confidence when I heard Hawkflight was going to take control of my Clan
My pelt is a beautiful shade of ash gray. My tabby stripes are a faint black, and not straight, like most tabbies. My eyes are a medium to dark crystal blue. My body is muscular and lithe, which is not that odd for a she-cat my age. My paws are white, but my paw pads are a pretty midnight black. My paws are very small, but strong and swift. My underbelly is beautiful, a light smoky white. My right ear has a triangular shaped nick in it, but I don’t remember how I got it. My tail tip is snow white, with a small black spot at the very tip. My eyes have specks of a yellowy gold color. When I’m in battle, I’m a formidable and worthy opponent to even senior warriors. My hunting skills are excellent, because I am built to be able to chase after a rabbit, like most WindClan cats.
I can’t believe how fast my personality has changed. Instead of loving almost any tom I lay eyes on, but now I only have eyes for one tom called Stonehawk. I love to be with the Clan, but sometimes I like to have a little time alone. I love to roll in the dust, especially on warm days when I'm bored, but I don't mind having a clean pelt. My favorite pastime is hunting, but I hate border patrols, they are always more serious than fun. I love to make other cats laugh, but most don’t think I’m very funny. Don’t tell Greifstar, but I think she is a paranoid old she-cat, and belongs more in the elder’s den than the leader’s den. I am very outspoken at times, but I rarely talk to other Clans. I am a very formidable fighter and very quick thinking when I’m fighting a cat, I don’t care if my opponent is a she-cat or a tom. I will protect my Clan with my life, even if were to protect a single kit. I can be very sarcastic sometimes, more times than most.
I was born to two WindClan warriors (of course). My mother, Shrimpfur, was a tortoiseshell, but she had more white than ginger or black. My father, Shadowstream, was a dark gray tom, and he was lagre… way bigger than my mother, who was about twice my size. I had two brothers and a sister. Glimmerkit, my sister, was a beautiful silver tabby with ginger paws and black tabby stripes. Bluekit and Stormkit were almost, if not identical…but Bluekit wasn’t a tabby and he had darker fur (blue-gray). Bluekit was killed not long after we were born, about a moon or two ago. The outbreak of greencough started and ended with Bluekit. There was nothing Breezefall could do, but I think that StarClan never intended that he would ever become an apprentice…
When we were about three or four moons old, a fox broke into the nursery and killed my sister, and father. That left just me, Stormkit, and Swiftkit (my black and white cousin who was about a moon older than us.).
When we became apprentices two moons later, my mother died, from a rouge they say. But the closest thing we had to family was Swiftpaw, but he was always out patrolling or training. Then about a moon into our apprenticeships (two for Swiftpaw), Swiftpaw and his mentor, Sharpthorn (a huge dark gray tom), were attacked by a stupid two-leg dog.
Not soon after, I met Stonepaw (Stonehawk), and Stormpaw met Waterpaw, a little apprentice who he thinks of as sweet, adorable, and basic blah bity blah blah.
We became warriors about a moon ago, Stormpaw became Stormwater, and we aren’t as close as we were a few moons ago. When RougeClan took over the camp, I was afraid at first, but later regained my confidence when I heard Hawkflight was going to take control of my Clan
