Post by ♫ E§he ♥ on Jan 26, 2008 15:48:15 GMT -8
Name: Spiritstep
Age: 18 moons
Gender: she-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Apprentice: Aspenpaw
Appearance: Beautiful snow-white pelt with a cream mask. Soft, dainty cream-colored paws with long legs. Long, hooking white claws. Long white-and-cream tail. Deep, ocean-blue eyes that reflect the moonlight, making her look otherworldly. Tall cream ears and long white whiskers.
Tall, sleek, thin figure that walks with the grace and power of a lioness. When she walks, her grace makes it look like she is dancing. And when she runs it's as if the wind has given her wings.
Voice: Soft voice like the gentle coo of a dove.
Battle: Slender and sleek, Spiritstep uses her long legs and speed to confuse her opponents. Her long white claws are sharp and stinging, and she can leave scars that will show on her enemies for moons. She is not the strongest cat, so she must dodge and out-maneuver her opponents rather then face them head-on.
Personality: Clever and strong-minded. She is very brave and inspiring, and although she is respectful of the warrior code, she will listen to her heart over all. She fights with nobility and honor, and will speak her mind whenever she feels it. She is sometimes hard to get along with because of her hard head and belief in individuality. When she makes up her mind, there is no stopping her.
She is very nobel to her Clan, but will help any cat who is hurt. Although she doesn't like to admit it, she cares for her Clan mates as if they were her family.
Although sometimes she can be moody, Spiritstep enjoys nothing more then to goof off with her friends.
History: Born into the sun-covered Stoneclan fields, her heart has always stayed under the open sky. As a kit, Spiritkit never stopped moving and liked to torment any warrior she laid eyes on. Her roley-poley personality made her well known in the Clan, making every cat laugh. She liked to walk out into the middle of the main clearing, then start acting out a Elder story. Jumping back and fourth from characters, and squeaking out battle crys, then eventually just collapsing on the dry earth. She would also try to mimic the battle moves from the apprentices and warriors, although her stubby legs made it hard for her to move quickly. She loved to wrestle with her other two siblings, Daisypaw and Eaglepaw.
Made an apprentice at 6 moons, she was given a patient mentor who could catch up to her energy and tricks. When her legs began to grow, she grew to love running, and to love using quick battle-moves that outsmarted her enemies. The light her presence shed was enough to light the entire forest, and her smile made the stars rise.
But when leafbare hit, she was 8 moons, and was not prepared for the harsh horrors the snows would bring. A serious case of Green-cough erupted throughout the camp, and many cats fell ill. Spititpaw devoted her time to hunting and collecting herbs, for her mother and two siblings lay in the Medicine Cat den, wheezing from the cold and from Green-cough. The harsh winds continued to rip through her pelt, until it took from her many cats, including her mother, sister, and brother. And Spiritpaw could do nothing but watch, her heart torn from her chest.
Made a warrior at 10 moons, Spiritstep had been changed forever. Her once bright personality now dark, and her playfulness replaced with grief. Her father ignored her, blinded by grief, and he too was killed not long later by a twoleg monster. The only thing that made sense now was the wide open moors, and the soft summer wind. She swore that she would never just sit and watch the ones she cared about as they died. She would no longer be weak, she would be strong and brave. And never show fear in the face of danger.
Family: Brother: Eaglepaw StarClan
Sister: Daisypaw, StarClan
Mother: Softwing, StarClan
Father: Raggedclaw, StarClan
SW: Spiritstep gritted her teeth, "No-no-no, Come back!" She yowled out into the infinite blackness that surrounded the usually open moors. She bounded over the hills, tears spilling from her eyes as she hurtled after the dark pelts of her family, now deceased, but somehow still alive. No matter how fast she ran, no matter how loud she cried, the pelts never seemed to get closer.
"Come back....please....come back." Tears trailed behind her like fallen stars. She suddenly tripped and found herself tumbling through the darkness, all signs of light gone. "StarClan help me!" She closed her eyes and yowled out into the blackness, but she was alone... so alone....
Spiritstep's eyes shot open, and she quickly stood, only to find herself standing among the sleeping WindClan warriors. She sighed, Why does StarClan torment me so?
"Do you always have to make so much noise in the middle of the night!?" A senior warrior rose his head, glaring.
"Sorry I disturbed your dozing," Spiritstep spat back. She shook the loose moss from her pelt, then bounded out of the camp. Her paws carried her across the plains as she bounded, until she finally stopped on the top of a hill. She let her deep, blue eyes trace the stars above her. She remembered her dream, then yowled up to the stars. "Are you trying to tell me I could have done nothing for them, even if I had the power to? I don't believe you! I shouldn't have just sat there and let them be destroyed! It's my fault they're dead..." She sobbed and shook the tears from her face.
In the sky she could almost make out her mother's face. A starry tear fell, and the face turned away from her daughter. Spiritstep lowered her head, then curled up among some sagebrush. She tucked her nose under her tail, then let the cold fingers of sleep slowly consume her body.
Other: None
