Post by |♥|OceanStar|♥| on May 8, 2008 18:18:27 GMT -5
Name: Tawnystorm
Age: 15 moons
Gender: she-cat
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What Form Are You Using?: Clan cats
Clan: Rippleclan
Rank: warrior
Short Physical Descrpiton: Tawnystorm is a small, light orange she-cat. She has amazing orange eyes that sparkle brightly when she is happy and peaceful. When the sunshine shines down on her beautiful pelt, Tawnystorm looks like a ray coming from the sun.
Personality: Tawnystorm is kind and friendly. She loves kits and apprentices. Yet, she has a temper. She may strike out unneciasarily. She hates rouges and loners and she is hard to forgive other cats if they make her very upset.
History: When Tawnystorm was just a kit, her mother died from a badger. Tawnystorm had adventured out of camp to face a badger. Just as the badger was going to pounce on her, Meadowsong pushed her out of the way and died. Tawnystorm has hated badgers ever since that day of tradgedy.
RP Example
Meadowsong lay heavily in the moss, breathing hard. Suddenly, a shot of pain rushed through her and she gasped. Another shot of pain rushed through her a few moments after. Then it was hectic. A small light brown tabby scrap of fur sat beside Meadowsong. Meadowsong licked the birth sack off and nudged the kit towards the curve of her belly as soon as she heard the kit mew. "I shall name you Rapidkit, my son." She murmered softly, a tear of joy sliding down her cheek. A few minutes later, a burst of pain rushed through her body and a small dark brown tabby she-kit lay beside her. Licking the kit gently, like she had down with all her young, Meadowsong soon heard the kit give a piteous mew and soon picked up her daughter by the scruff and lay her beside Rapidkit. "You shall be named Windkit, after your father." She meowed softly. It was fifteen minutes since the last kit had come out. But Meadowsong knew that there was one more. 5 minutes later, a horrible bolt of pain jolted her body and a motionless light brown tabby she-kit lay beside her. "Don't be dead, please don't be dead." Meadowsong whimpered. She lay her head up against the small kit's chest after she had licked it dry. Softly, she could hear the soft heart beat of the kit and the kit let out a small soft mew. "I shall name you Rosekit." She mewed, after she had set the kit beside her siblings. Looking down at all of her kits, Meadowsong noticed that Rosekit was by far, smaller than the other kits and even smaller than Tawnypaw when she was a newborn kit. This is going to be my last litter, I know it. I will never take on another tom as a mate. I will never forget my first love, Darkstar. Meadowsong thought silently. Windkit gave a soft mew and Meadowsong said softly, "Hush my kit, you are safe."
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I don't have one.
Age: 15 moons
Gender: she-cat
Code Word:
What Form Are You Using?: Clan cats
Clan: Rippleclan
Rank: warrior
Short Physical Descrpiton: Tawnystorm is a small, light orange she-cat. She has amazing orange eyes that sparkle brightly when she is happy and peaceful. When the sunshine shines down on her beautiful pelt, Tawnystorm looks like a ray coming from the sun.
Personality: Tawnystorm is kind and friendly. She loves kits and apprentices. Yet, she has a temper. She may strike out unneciasarily. She hates rouges and loners and she is hard to forgive other cats if they make her very upset.
History: When Tawnystorm was just a kit, her mother died from a badger. Tawnystorm had adventured out of camp to face a badger. Just as the badger was going to pounce on her, Meadowsong pushed her out of the way and died. Tawnystorm has hated badgers ever since that day of tradgedy.
RP Example
Meadowsong lay heavily in the moss, breathing hard. Suddenly, a shot of pain rushed through her and she gasped. Another shot of pain rushed through her a few moments after. Then it was hectic. A small light brown tabby scrap of fur sat beside Meadowsong. Meadowsong licked the birth sack off and nudged the kit towards the curve of her belly as soon as she heard the kit mew. "I shall name you Rapidkit, my son." She murmered softly, a tear of joy sliding down her cheek. A few minutes later, a burst of pain rushed through her body and a small dark brown tabby she-kit lay beside her. Licking the kit gently, like she had down with all her young, Meadowsong soon heard the kit give a piteous mew and soon picked up her daughter by the scruff and lay her beside Rapidkit. "You shall be named Windkit, after your father." She meowed softly. It was fifteen minutes since the last kit had come out. But Meadowsong knew that there was one more. 5 minutes later, a horrible bolt of pain jolted her body and a motionless light brown tabby she-kit lay beside her. "Don't be dead, please don't be dead." Meadowsong whimpered. She lay her head up against the small kit's chest after she had licked it dry. Softly, she could hear the soft heart beat of the kit and the kit let out a small soft mew. "I shall name you Rosekit." She mewed, after she had set the kit beside her siblings. Looking down at all of her kits, Meadowsong noticed that Rosekit was by far, smaller than the other kits and even smaller than Tawnypaw when she was a newborn kit. This is going to be my last litter, I know it. I will never take on another tom as a mate. I will never forget my first love, Darkstar. Meadowsong thought silently. Windkit gave a soft mew and Meadowsong said softly, "Hush my kit, you are safe."
Image/Picture:
I don't have one.