Post by Heather on Dec 31, 2007 2:18:28 GMT -5
Name: Flightstar
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: GustClan
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Flightstar is a stocky cat. Not in the way you would call fat, but more heavily built and well-muscled, quite unusual for a GustClan cat. She’s not the fastest cat in the clan, but rather one of the better fighters. Her eyes are light amber color.
Her fur is a mottled black and ginger, looking like a whirlwind of mixed colors. Half of her face is black, and half of it is ginger, but the rest of her pelt is unpredictable. It’s medium length and often sticks up in strange directions. She doesn’t spend time on her fur when she could be helping the clan.
She has several scars, like one long one down her side, one behind her ear, and slashes on her forelegs, all retrieved from battles.
Personality: Flightstar is a fierce cat. Perhaps you would not think so upon first seeing her, you would not think so; but she holds her beliefs strongly, is fiercely proud, and trusts her clan above anything, although she doesn’t trust all the cats in it. She’s rather blunt, not wanting to lighten anything; you get what you get and that’s it with her. Break the rules? Poor you, you shouldn’t have done it. That’s not to say she doesn’t bend the rules to her liking.
She’s rather impatient, bored with kits and not overly respectful of her elders. One leader may go to them for wise advice, but Flightstar wouldn’t. She probably wouldn’t go to her medicine cat and just make a rash decision.
In battle, Flighstar can be rather brash while making decisions, much how she is in her clan. She has gained several of her scars from stupid decisions in battle, although she’s an excellent fighter.
History: Flightstar was born to a brown tabby mother, Sparrowpelt, and a ginger tabby father, Thorntail, one sunny early Greenleaf day. Flightkit was also born with her brother, Russetleaf, then Russetkit. Flightkit was a very curious kit, quickly determining her likes and dislikes and her dead-set personality. The two’s parents were very loving and coddled the two, and they grew into eager apprentices.
Flightkit was apprenticed as Flightpaw to Darkstorm. He was a decent mentor, but was as dead-set in his beliefs as Flightpaw was. Flightpaw did all she could to learn from him, as she was eager to become a warrior the soonest. Of course, Flightpaw being Flightpaw, she did bungle a few things: she went out in the rain by herself and nearly fell in the river, getting a slight cold; argued with the deputy; and attacked her brother in a fighting practice with her claws. But it seemed that she was a good, strong apprentice, and she did earn her warrior’s name, Flightwing, at 13 moons. Her brother was named Russetleaf at the same time.
Soon after the two were named, there was a skirmish with BoneClan over the border. Flightwing was on the patrol, and a fight broke out. She was battling a large brown tom, bigger than her. He quickly got ahead, and pinned her down. Struggling, she slashed at his eyes and face as he swept a claw down her flank. Finally grabbing his muzzle, she ripped the skin and wriggled out of his grasp, but not before he scraped the back of her head. Back at camp, her wounds were treated, but the scars remained.
She continued her duties as a warrior for seven more moons before it was time for her to get an apprentice. The apprentice was a quiet, patient cat, very unlike Flightwing. Flightwing got very frustrated with the apprentice at times, but she taught the cat as much as she knew. But when she was about to be warriored, greencough took the life of the deputy. There were several senior warriors in the clan, including her brother, but none showed the complete faith and trust in the clan Flightwing showed everyday – which is the reason Flightstar believes she was chosen. The leader at the time, Nightstar, named her deputy.
Life as deputy was normal. Giving out patrols, hunting, patrolling, training. Her apprentice became a warrior, and Flightwing couldn’t have been prouder. There were a few fights, as normal, and Flightwing got a couple of new scars, but she was wiser than that one battle soon after her warrioring. Her brother and her remained great friends, he being one of her only confidants.
On a night in late leaf-fall, Nightstar lost her final life to old age. Flightstar went to the Moonlit Ravine to get her name and nine lives. Flightstar looks forward to her first Gathering as leader.
Role Play Example: From CoSC.
Frostcloud tried not to fidget as he chose his words. Where to start? The Gathering? Following Snowdust? The gorge? With a sigh, he decided to just tell it all. All of it. Feeling the sun on his fur, he began to talk. "Well, when we went to our first Gathering when we were apprentices - you were an apprentice still, I think - we met two other apprentices from other clans, Cheetahpaw and Shadedpaw. Cheetahpaw is from ThunderClan, she's known as Flamedust now, and Shadedpaw was from RiverClan, he was Shadedstrike, but he passed recently." Frostcloud thought of the recent Gathering and how a RiverClan cat had told him of the passing. "Well, they sort of... fell in love. Apprentices and from other clans... I knew it right away when she was becoming distant. Sometimes I would follow her, but I'd lose her scent near the gorge," he mewed, remembering. "But one day, I followed her all the way there. There was Shadedpaw, on the other side of the gorge. I approached her at the edge and... I wasn't very kind. She begged me not to tell the clan, but I started yelling at her, telling her how our mother and father, how they would hate her... and she looked at me with the most hateful face I've ever seen, and... and..."
He looked away. "She fell in the gorge."
Other: nope!
Age: 33 moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: GustClan
Gender: Female
Physical Description: Flightstar is a stocky cat. Not in the way you would call fat, but more heavily built and well-muscled, quite unusual for a GustClan cat. She’s not the fastest cat in the clan, but rather one of the better fighters. Her eyes are light amber color.
Her fur is a mottled black and ginger, looking like a whirlwind of mixed colors. Half of her face is black, and half of it is ginger, but the rest of her pelt is unpredictable. It’s medium length and often sticks up in strange directions. She doesn’t spend time on her fur when she could be helping the clan.
She has several scars, like one long one down her side, one behind her ear, and slashes on her forelegs, all retrieved from battles.
Personality: Flightstar is a fierce cat. Perhaps you would not think so upon first seeing her, you would not think so; but she holds her beliefs strongly, is fiercely proud, and trusts her clan above anything, although she doesn’t trust all the cats in it. She’s rather blunt, not wanting to lighten anything; you get what you get and that’s it with her. Break the rules? Poor you, you shouldn’t have done it. That’s not to say she doesn’t bend the rules to her liking.
She’s rather impatient, bored with kits and not overly respectful of her elders. One leader may go to them for wise advice, but Flightstar wouldn’t. She probably wouldn’t go to her medicine cat and just make a rash decision.
In battle, Flighstar can be rather brash while making decisions, much how she is in her clan. She has gained several of her scars from stupid decisions in battle, although she’s an excellent fighter.
History: Flightstar was born to a brown tabby mother, Sparrowpelt, and a ginger tabby father, Thorntail, one sunny early Greenleaf day. Flightkit was also born with her brother, Russetleaf, then Russetkit. Flightkit was a very curious kit, quickly determining her likes and dislikes and her dead-set personality. The two’s parents were very loving and coddled the two, and they grew into eager apprentices.
Flightkit was apprenticed as Flightpaw to Darkstorm. He was a decent mentor, but was as dead-set in his beliefs as Flightpaw was. Flightpaw did all she could to learn from him, as she was eager to become a warrior the soonest. Of course, Flightpaw being Flightpaw, she did bungle a few things: she went out in the rain by herself and nearly fell in the river, getting a slight cold; argued with the deputy; and attacked her brother in a fighting practice with her claws. But it seemed that she was a good, strong apprentice, and she did earn her warrior’s name, Flightwing, at 13 moons. Her brother was named Russetleaf at the same time.
Soon after the two were named, there was a skirmish with BoneClan over the border. Flightwing was on the patrol, and a fight broke out. She was battling a large brown tom, bigger than her. He quickly got ahead, and pinned her down. Struggling, she slashed at his eyes and face as he swept a claw down her flank. Finally grabbing his muzzle, she ripped the skin and wriggled out of his grasp, but not before he scraped the back of her head. Back at camp, her wounds were treated, but the scars remained.
She continued her duties as a warrior for seven more moons before it was time for her to get an apprentice. The apprentice was a quiet, patient cat, very unlike Flightwing. Flightwing got very frustrated with the apprentice at times, but she taught the cat as much as she knew. But when she was about to be warriored, greencough took the life of the deputy. There were several senior warriors in the clan, including her brother, but none showed the complete faith and trust in the clan Flightwing showed everyday – which is the reason Flightstar believes she was chosen. The leader at the time, Nightstar, named her deputy.
Life as deputy was normal. Giving out patrols, hunting, patrolling, training. Her apprentice became a warrior, and Flightwing couldn’t have been prouder. There were a few fights, as normal, and Flightwing got a couple of new scars, but she was wiser than that one battle soon after her warrioring. Her brother and her remained great friends, he being one of her only confidants.
On a night in late leaf-fall, Nightstar lost her final life to old age. Flightstar went to the Moonlit Ravine to get her name and nine lives. Flightstar looks forward to her first Gathering as leader.
Role Play Example: From CoSC.
Frostcloud tried not to fidget as he chose his words. Where to start? The Gathering? Following Snowdust? The gorge? With a sigh, he decided to just tell it all. All of it. Feeling the sun on his fur, he began to talk. "Well, when we went to our first Gathering when we were apprentices - you were an apprentice still, I think - we met two other apprentices from other clans, Cheetahpaw and Shadedpaw. Cheetahpaw is from ThunderClan, she's known as Flamedust now, and Shadedpaw was from RiverClan, he was Shadedstrike, but he passed recently." Frostcloud thought of the recent Gathering and how a RiverClan cat had told him of the passing. "Well, they sort of... fell in love. Apprentices and from other clans... I knew it right away when she was becoming distant. Sometimes I would follow her, but I'd lose her scent near the gorge," he mewed, remembering. "But one day, I followed her all the way there. There was Shadedpaw, on the other side of the gorge. I approached her at the edge and... I wasn't very kind. She begged me not to tell the clan, but I started yelling at her, telling her how our mother and father, how they would hate her... and she looked at me with the most hateful face I've ever seen, and... and..."
He looked away. "She fell in the gorge."
Other: nope!
