Post by L a m b on Jun 30, 2008 5:23:41 GMT -8
Pic coming Soon...
Name:
Lostheart
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Mistclan
Apprentice/Mentor:
Mentor of Woundedpaw
Appearance:
Ghostheart is an ebonite and ivory hued cat. She's no different then any other cat in appearance. She is of meduim/average build. Her optics are the average shade of jade green. she is all ebonite except for the splash of white on her facade, chest, and upper back.
With decent muscles, nothing truly separates her from the rest, in appearance that is.
Voice:
Her voice unlike most she-cats, it's hard, and rock like, with the force of that of a waterfall that thunders down onto rocks, yet i's soft...
Battle:
In battle she is like any cat, fighting, relentlessly to drive away the cat without killing, using standard Clan moves..Her favorite move though, flying over a cat, To land in front of it, and then once more to land on top of it, but unlike most cat, she clutches that cat's hind quarters, forcing it down...That way intsead of with the stronger shoulder area..
Personality:
She is nice, or at least can be. Ghostheart is a little standoffish, and and normally does not get to engaged with others, including her apprentice, infact it shocked many that she even received an apprentince..Ghostheart, will repeatedly walk away from others, while they are speaking to her, not many like her..
History:
Ghostkit
So the story begins.
As a kit Ghostkit was actually nice, she obeyed the commands of her elders, and often listened to the stories told to her, she also spent alot of time with the medicine cat, and many believed she'd become the apprentince....
When Ghostkit was apprenticed, she stood there alone, infront of the gazing optics of the others, she was the kit without a litter-mate. She was proudly apprenticed to the medicine cat, and began learning the ways of the medicine cat, she also was meeting with a loner named Shetani, they were great friends, and no one ever learned of that...She was the role-model apprentice, engrossed in work, following orders..that was her only flaw, being Friends with Shetani..And then one day, everything changed..Sneaking out to the two-legged place, and down the alley to her's and Shetani's meeting place...Shetani's golden pelt attacking to much stronger cats, and blood everywhere, everything a blur...and then The cat's were gone Shetani's, lifeless bod' strewn across the ground mixed with the garbage, as though she was trash..In fear Ghostpaw turned and fled..
And once she got back to camp, she spoke to no one, began shirking off her medicine cat duties, and ignoring, what others told her..She asked to be placed as a regular apprentince..Many believed it was just because she was an only kit, and had been spoiled..
And then many months after she was supposed to be apprenticed, and had become resented in the Clan, her parents were killed in a battle...And two-days later, while she was still grieving she was named a warrior...
Ghostheart..
For the life that was stolen, for the life that was broken, for the heart that would never heal, for the one who would never be.
Family:
Lillypad- Mother - warrior
Cloudeye - father - warrior
SW:
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
Ghostheart
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
In solitude, my heart beats for none, for none want it to beat for them
Sun filtered down upon her different hued pelt, as she slid through the shadows, before easily gliding into camp, and what do you know? Here comes another warrior, his face drawn into a sneer, and optics filled with hate one to her. She like him, a sneer upon her mug, and hate-felt optics glowing like a dark sun. Before Ghostheart turned her back, brushing off Woundedpaw, and slipped into the medicine-den, Optics locked still in hatred, and..Regret..perhaps, sorrow..Audits flicked back, as Woundedpaw, slipped in..Nasty little brat, would never leave her alone, she didn't even want to be his menotr..Stupid little Mouse-brain he was..Shoving him aside once more, she began a retreat to the Warriors Den
I am not afraid to walk this world alone..
Name:
Lostheart
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Mistclan
Apprentice/Mentor:
Mentor of Woundedpaw
Appearance:
Ghostheart is an ebonite and ivory hued cat. She's no different then any other cat in appearance. She is of meduim/average build. Her optics are the average shade of jade green. she is all ebonite except for the splash of white on her facade, chest, and upper back.
With decent muscles, nothing truly separates her from the rest, in appearance that is.
Voice:
Her voice unlike most she-cats, it's hard, and rock like, with the force of that of a waterfall that thunders down onto rocks, yet i's soft...
Battle:
In battle she is like any cat, fighting, relentlessly to drive away the cat without killing, using standard Clan moves..Her favorite move though, flying over a cat, To land in front of it, and then once more to land on top of it, but unlike most cat, she clutches that cat's hind quarters, forcing it down...That way intsead of with the stronger shoulder area..
Personality:
She is nice, or at least can be. Ghostheart is a little standoffish, and and normally does not get to engaged with others, including her apprentice, infact it shocked many that she even received an apprentince..Ghostheart, will repeatedly walk away from others, while they are speaking to her, not many like her..
History:
Ghostkit
So the story begins.
As a kit Ghostkit was actually nice, she obeyed the commands of her elders, and often listened to the stories told to her, she also spent alot of time with the medicine cat, and many believed she'd become the apprentince....
When Ghostkit was apprenticed, she stood there alone, infront of the gazing optics of the others, she was the kit without a litter-mate. She was proudly apprenticed to the medicine cat, and began learning the ways of the medicine cat, she also was meeting with a loner named Shetani, they were great friends, and no one ever learned of that...She was the role-model apprentice, engrossed in work, following orders..that was her only flaw, being Friends with Shetani..And then one day, everything changed..Sneaking out to the two-legged place, and down the alley to her's and Shetani's meeting place...Shetani's golden pelt attacking to much stronger cats, and blood everywhere, everything a blur...and then The cat's were gone Shetani's, lifeless bod' strewn across the ground mixed with the garbage, as though she was trash..In fear Ghostpaw turned and fled..
And once she got back to camp, she spoke to no one, began shirking off her medicine cat duties, and ignoring, what others told her..She asked to be placed as a regular apprentince..Many believed it was just because she was an only kit, and had been spoiled..
And then many months after she was supposed to be apprenticed, and had become resented in the Clan, her parents were killed in a battle...And two-days later, while she was still grieving she was named a warrior...
Ghostheart..
For the life that was stolen, for the life that was broken, for the heart that would never heal, for the one who would never be.
Family:
Lillypad- Mother - warrior
Cloudeye - father - warrior
SW:
And all the wounds that are ever gonna scar me
Ghostheart
For all the ghosts that are never gonna catch me
They cut out my heart
Left it and me to wither
between the pages of one and three
Left it and me to wither
between the pages of one and three
In solitude, my heart beats for none, for none want it to beat for them
Sun filtered down upon her different hued pelt, as she slid through the shadows, before easily gliding into camp, and what do you know? Here comes another warrior, his face drawn into a sneer, and optics filled with hate one to her. She like him, a sneer upon her mug, and hate-felt optics glowing like a dark sun. Before Ghostheart turned her back, brushing off Woundedpaw, and slipped into the medicine-den, Optics locked still in hatred, and..Regret..perhaps, sorrow..Audits flicked back, as Woundedpaw, slipped in..Nasty little brat, would never leave her alone, she didn't even want to be his menotr..Stupid little Mouse-brain he was..Shoving him aside once more, she began a retreat to the Warriors Den
I am not afraid to walk this world alone..
