Mistybird~ThunderClan~Warrior~Female
Apr 13, 2010 19:29:23 GMT -5
Post by ~!Cinder!~ on Apr 13, 2010 19:29:23 GMT -5
Name: Mistybird
Age: 19 moons
Honors: StarClan
Mate:
Kits:
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Age: 19 moons
Honors: StarClan
Mate:
Kits:
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Mistybird is a soft, light, creamy colour with splashes of white. Her fur is short, and a little bit fuzzy. Her eyes are an emerald colour, with tints of light blue in them. Her whiskers are short but feathery. She was born with a twisted claw in her hind right leg, and though it makes it hard for her to walk, it is sharp and is great use in battles. Her right ear also has a bad twitching problem, so sometimes it is hard for her to stay completely quiet without rustling the bushes while hunting.Personality:
Mistybird is tough and hates to be looked down on. She always tries to show everyone else up, even though most of the time she fails at it. She loves being a warrior, and hated her apprentice training. Besides all of this, she can be very caring, but you kind of need to dig deep to see that side of her. Her only real goal in life is to serve her Clan with her full ability, but she would like to have kits some day. She also loves to just relax and watch the camp as everyone does what they need to do.History:
Mistybird is strong and harsh in battle. When she wins a fight, she loves to rub it in the other cat's face, and she'd never let him/her forget it. She has a bit of a sassy personality, especially when she was an apprentice. She's a bit immature, and she'd probably be up for an adventure till the day she dies.
Mistybird was born into a litter of 4, and was the smallest of the group. Even so she used to get into a lot of trouble when she was a kit. When she was 4 moons old, she ran off out of the nursery and into the woods. Of course, she ended up getting lost somewhere in the forest, and a member of her Clan found her and brought her back to camp. While she was by herself in the forest, the nursery caught on fire, and her mother, Softswim, and 3 brothers, Roughkit, Smallkit, and Molekit were killed.Roleplay Example:
It didn't take her long to get over her family's death, for she was never too close with them. She never knew her father, Drenchclaw, but she was raised by her mother's younger sister, and managed to become a strong apprentice. As an apprentice, she really didn't do very well in training. Her mentor, Shockfur, tried to push her, but she didn't listen very well. She didn't take it seriously, and she was over-eager to fight in a battle. She never practiced her battle moves, so when the time came for a battle, she was wounded very badly and didn't make any effect on the opposing side.
After getting over her her training dilemma, she finally became a warrior. She had gotten her naming ceremony moons after her denmates, but she had become a very skilled warrior. She did receive a quantity of teasing from the other warriors about it, but over a while cats forgot. She is now a loyal, hardworking warrior.
Mistybird stretched her paws and blinked open her sleep filled eyes. Dawn light filtered through the den, shining splashes of colour onto her pelt. She pulles herself to her feet, shaking out her fur and stretching her hind legs. She managed to step around her sleeping denmates, and picked her way across the den and out into the clearing. Mist floated around the camp, and the pine trees around her sighed and swayed. She took a deep breath of fresh air, looking around the camp for any other cats that would happen to be awake.Pictures:
A few cats were drowsily talking, their quiet voices inaudible. After sitting for a moment, her thoughts were interrupted by a large growl coming from her belly. It was then when she noticed how hungry she was, and she gazed over to the freshkill pile. It was pretty well stocked, and she hadn't eaten since sunhigh the day before, so she decided it would be okay if she took some breakfast.
Mistybird made her way to the Freshkill Pile, looking over the prey until she found a juicy-looking toad. She bit into it hastily, finding the sour juices exploding into her mouth delicious and filling. She was the only one in her Clan who liked toads, which she didn't understand since she thought they were so irresistible. She decided she would take something to the nursery or the elder's den if anyone was awake. She was almost finished the toad when she heard pawsteps coming toward her. She turned her head, to see who was approaching her.
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