Post by faraway on May 27, 2008 18:26:43 GMT -8
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Age: 27
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Apprentice/Mentor: N/A
Appearance: Brightstorm is a calico she-cat with a base color of a peachy-cream. Brown, gray, and yellow blots are splotched on her back and at the tip of her tail as well as on her ears and muzzle. Her eyes are a dull blue-gray, and her body is well-built and only slender enough to show she is a she-cat. Brightstorm has a somewhat abnormally long tail, which can be both a blessing and a curse – it helps her balance, but the calico has gotten her tail stuck more than one. Brightstorm’s fur is short in length up to her tail, where it seems to poof out a little bit more. It is well-groomed and, though it isn’t intimidating at all, compliments Brightstorm’s appearance.
Voice: Brightstorm has a naturally loud voice, but it’s somewhat silky. When she’s prying, it has a persuasive tint to it, a calming, soothing touch, but when she’s angry it can ring out throughout a forest.
Battle: Brightstorm uses speed and strength in order to win. She has a small bloodlust that will not allow her to retreat from a fight until she’s won or the whole Clan is lost. That can be good and bad.
Personality: Brightstorm is usually a very quiet cat, but when you do start her talking, it can be difficult to make her stop. Her voice takes over everything around her, and Brightstorm has a great time explaining in detail to the cat the answer to whatever question has been asked. When she’s quiet, however, Brightstorm has a tendency to eavesdrop on conversation and pick up tidbits. She is in no means shy, and her ears are always open and listening. Brightstorm rarely divulges the information she hears, but it’s not out of trust, but because she is not exactly loyal to the Clan. She will fight for it, and hunt for it, but if she can, Brightstorm uses the information to get what she wants, usually by blackmail. To those who she’s not blackmailing, however, Brighstorm can have a veneer of a smart, friendly cat who’s maybe a “little quiet” sometimes. Though it’s rare, Brightstorm is capable of having friends and can be very loyal to a point.
History: Kit: As a kit, Brightkit was very bored. She was an only kit, with no siblings, and grew very quickly. She was nearly the size of an apprentice at 3 1/2 moons, and was nearly incapable of fighting without crushing the enemy. She grew quite fat in this time, and spent lots of time lazing around and attempting to get the apprentices to play.
Apprentice: Now an apprentice, Brightpaw had to work off all that fat she put on as a kit, and she was a normal apprentice, struggling to prove herself to her mentor and her leader. Brightpaw could now play with the other apprentices, for they had grown to her size. However, near the end of her apprenticeship, Brightpaw grew again, now averaging the normal warrior.
Warrior: As a warrior, Brightstorm became normal sized, but she was also muscled, which was strange for her because of her fatty kit side. However, what the Clan didn’t know was that Brightstorm loved to run, and she loved to torture her prey – letting it run for a little bit, then pouncing again, repeat. The evil side of Brightstorm grew stronger in the early days of being a warrior, and she learned that she could hear a lot if she kept quiet. Everything from loneliness as a kit to evil as a warrior made Brightstorm what she is today.
Family: Smallfang: Mother
Tigertail: Father
SW: Brightstorm crouched low to the ground. She kept her breathing quiet, trying not to alert the cats speaking only a small distance away. Surprisingly, the brown and orange blotches along the she-cat’s pelt blended in well with the grassy ground, although she was still visible to the observant eye.
She could almost hear what the cats were saying… The tones were clear, though. One of the cats was saying something the other didn’t like – and the other cat was getting increasingly infuriated. Brightstorm was not blessed with the scent off the offending cat, so she had no idea what he thought.
The wind changed. Brightstorm got up immediately and fled. At the same time, both cats looked towards her, having caught her scent. The warrior heard two hisses and the cats pounded after her. Brightstorm ran towards the border which she should never have crossed.
Other: Umm… nothing.
Age: 27
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Stoneclan
Apprentice/Mentor: N/A
Appearance: Brightstorm is a calico she-cat with a base color of a peachy-cream. Brown, gray, and yellow blots are splotched on her back and at the tip of her tail as well as on her ears and muzzle. Her eyes are a dull blue-gray, and her body is well-built and only slender enough to show she is a she-cat. Brightstorm has a somewhat abnormally long tail, which can be both a blessing and a curse – it helps her balance, but the calico has gotten her tail stuck more than one. Brightstorm’s fur is short in length up to her tail, where it seems to poof out a little bit more. It is well-groomed and, though it isn’t intimidating at all, compliments Brightstorm’s appearance.
Voice: Brightstorm has a naturally loud voice, but it’s somewhat silky. When she’s prying, it has a persuasive tint to it, a calming, soothing touch, but when she’s angry it can ring out throughout a forest.
Battle: Brightstorm uses speed and strength in order to win. She has a small bloodlust that will not allow her to retreat from a fight until she’s won or the whole Clan is lost. That can be good and bad.
Personality: Brightstorm is usually a very quiet cat, but when you do start her talking, it can be difficult to make her stop. Her voice takes over everything around her, and Brightstorm has a great time explaining in detail to the cat the answer to whatever question has been asked. When she’s quiet, however, Brightstorm has a tendency to eavesdrop on conversation and pick up tidbits. She is in no means shy, and her ears are always open and listening. Brightstorm rarely divulges the information she hears, but it’s not out of trust, but because she is not exactly loyal to the Clan. She will fight for it, and hunt for it, but if she can, Brightstorm uses the information to get what she wants, usually by blackmail. To those who she’s not blackmailing, however, Brighstorm can have a veneer of a smart, friendly cat who’s maybe a “little quiet” sometimes. Though it’s rare, Brightstorm is capable of having friends and can be very loyal to a point.
History: Kit: As a kit, Brightkit was very bored. She was an only kit, with no siblings, and grew very quickly. She was nearly the size of an apprentice at 3 1/2 moons, and was nearly incapable of fighting without crushing the enemy. She grew quite fat in this time, and spent lots of time lazing around and attempting to get the apprentices to play.
Apprentice: Now an apprentice, Brightpaw had to work off all that fat she put on as a kit, and she was a normal apprentice, struggling to prove herself to her mentor and her leader. Brightpaw could now play with the other apprentices, for they had grown to her size. However, near the end of her apprenticeship, Brightpaw grew again, now averaging the normal warrior.
Warrior: As a warrior, Brightstorm became normal sized, but she was also muscled, which was strange for her because of her fatty kit side. However, what the Clan didn’t know was that Brightstorm loved to run, and she loved to torture her prey – letting it run for a little bit, then pouncing again, repeat. The evil side of Brightstorm grew stronger in the early days of being a warrior, and she learned that she could hear a lot if she kept quiet. Everything from loneliness as a kit to evil as a warrior made Brightstorm what she is today.
Family: Smallfang: Mother
Tigertail: Father
SW: Brightstorm crouched low to the ground. She kept her breathing quiet, trying not to alert the cats speaking only a small distance away. Surprisingly, the brown and orange blotches along the she-cat’s pelt blended in well with the grassy ground, although she was still visible to the observant eye.
She could almost hear what the cats were saying… The tones were clear, though. One of the cats was saying something the other didn’t like – and the other cat was getting increasingly infuriated. Brightstorm was not blessed with the scent off the offending cat, so she had no idea what he thought.
The wind changed. Brightstorm got up immediately and fled. At the same time, both cats looked towards her, having caught her scent. The warrior heard two hisses and the cats pounded after her. Brightstorm ran towards the border which she should never have crossed.
Other: Umm… nothing.
