Post by Punky on May 2, 2010 16:17:32 GMT -7
((I guess I'm trying out for a leader position now lol))
Name: Dreamstar
Age: 28 moons
Position: Leader
Gender :She-cat
Appearance: Thick, rich fur the color of fresh cream sparkles like fresh snow in the early mornings light. Eyes like the palest of glacier ice stare deep, as if judging your very soul. A thin, tiny, lithe body leads up to a thin neck, and a graceful arrow shaped head. A nose and lips as pink as newly flowered Bleeding hearts, and ears, large and high with wild tufts peaking out of their tops, adding to her feral appearance.
Her legs, thin and long, allow her to glide easily over dead leaves, tiny paws complete her stealth, allowing her to sneak up on her prey without making a single sound. Her tail always held high in a graceful arc, abnormally long, lending her an awesome sense of balance. Almost invisible off- cream speckles run parallel from each other, starting on either sides of her face down to the very tip of her perky tail.
This is Dreamstar, but fate has been excruciatingly cruel, leaving poor Dream with and ugly scar, running from the middle of her back to the middle of her back leg.
Personality: Sweet like the dew on fresh spring grass, tough as a twoleg monster and deadly serious when the time arises. These are only little pieces of Dreamstar’s complex and intriguing personality. Dreamstar’s attitude seems to affect even kits in her clan, like extreme weather. When she’s in a good mood, it’s incredibly hard to stay in a pissy mood when Dream’s around, always bouncing on her paws, helping everyone and acting nice to every cat and clan in the forest.
Her other side, however is fickle and can turn on a dime. Dreamstar can be as cold as shadowed stone, her heart like ice. When she’s in this mood, watch out! She’ll rip your throat out for even making one mistake. When Dream’s angry, it’s like a blinding rage, and she will often leave camp for a few hours to beat things up.
Her serious side is frightening, she won’t joke around, she won’t smile, she won’t show any emotion at all. Dream’s as placid as a wall, and as strong as one as well like an impenetrable force by nature. She’s like this sixty percent of the time, the rest is as unpredictable as a storm out in the middle of the ocean.
History: Bright cream fur blazed through the thick vegetation, paws soaked with mud and grime. A black tom was running towards a young Riverclan she-cat, his eyes blazed with anticipation. They where mates, but it wasn’t your ideal pairing, he was a loner. His name was Sol, his mate was Frostsong, she was the clans deputy, and a sly liar. They where running, celebrating the news of kits. A month and two weeks later, Frost song gave birth to three healthy kits, Primkit, Ruekit and Dreamkit. They where the apples of their parents eyes, and perfect in every way. However a queen named Poppyspirit grew jealous, her kits where not getting the attention they desired. The night just before the kits where to be apprenticed, she attacked Frostsong and two of the three kits ended up dead. Dreamkit escaped, but not without sustaining a life threatening injury. Dreamkit dragged herself across Riverclan’s border into Thunderclan terrirory.
Clovertrouble was bouncing on her paws and sniffing through patches of holly when she stopped, a peculiar smell hit her nose. Down low she searched until she found the source of the unpleasant smell, a tiny white kit, about the age of a new apprentice lay in the cold dirt. Dirty, shivering and blood stained. Clover did what any decent young she-cat would do, she picked up the kit gently and ran towards camp, straight to see the clan’s medicine cat, Torchpelt. Dreamkit was found just in time, in a few more minutes, she would’ve died.
Dreamkit made a remarkable recovery, within a few weeks the bleeding had stopped, the wound was healing and Dream was ready to be apprenticed, but no one wanted her, she was a ‘Dirty mix of loner blood and River clan’ Clovertrouble fought for what little pride Dreampaw had left, and was apprenticed to Clovertrouble four days after she was released from the Medicine cat’s den.
Her training went beautifully, exceeding the level for any normal apprentice, and often would leave her mentor out of breath. This was a good thing, but also a terrible one as well, when Dream fought, she put so much of her pent up anger and hate into training that it would hopefully dissipate and leave.
It never did.
She was so angry at her parents for abandoning her, and for Poppyspirit’s crimes, she was determined to end her blood vendetta. The day of her warrior ceremony, there was a gathering at fourtrees, so she was apprenticed in camp, then got to go along to the gathering. She had never been to one, so it was both exiting and excruciating, what if Poppyspirit was at the gathering? Would she kill her there, on sacred grounds? Probably.
The gathering went smoothly for a little while, but it started to get a little rocky and strained, there was some tension in their midst. When their leader, Snowstar introduced Dreamsong as a new warrior, she stood proud and puffed out her chest a little, ready to burst with pride, but someone was there watching her every move. Poppyspirit objected to Dreamsong even becoming a warrior, saying awful things like her blood was impure, that she was the seed of a murderer. That was it, Dreamsong looked at her leader, then launched herself right atop Poppyspirit, running her claws down her face.
They fought and clawed each other until the other believed their opponent was clawed to shreds. Dream hissed, and Poppyspirit retreated, Dreamsong hot on her heels. For a while, the entire forest sat still, waiting, watching, as if everything, even the cats of Starclan where holding their breaths. Dreamsong emerged, hobbling slightly as she walked. Everyone, even her leader shuddered and looked away, her scar was ripped open again, Dream collapsed and blacked out.
When she awoke, her head and body ached, but she was fine, and was a fine warrior for several seasons, then she was given an apprentice named Petalpaw, whom she trained with diligently and tough every day. When Petalpaw was apprenticed, She became deputy, as Firesky was retiring and needed someone to stand in his place, diligently she agreed, but the winter came early, it hit harsh, brutal and unforgiving. Half the clan was wiped out, either the old or sick where dead. Dream didn’t know what to do, the clan was a mess and no one wanted to take the leader position, finally, she did, and the clan was grateful she did.
Name: Dreamstar
Age: 28 moons
Position: Leader
Gender :She-cat
Appearance: Thick, rich fur the color of fresh cream sparkles like fresh snow in the early mornings light. Eyes like the palest of glacier ice stare deep, as if judging your very soul. A thin, tiny, lithe body leads up to a thin neck, and a graceful arrow shaped head. A nose and lips as pink as newly flowered Bleeding hearts, and ears, large and high with wild tufts peaking out of their tops, adding to her feral appearance.
Her legs, thin and long, allow her to glide easily over dead leaves, tiny paws complete her stealth, allowing her to sneak up on her prey without making a single sound. Her tail always held high in a graceful arc, abnormally long, lending her an awesome sense of balance. Almost invisible off- cream speckles run parallel from each other, starting on either sides of her face down to the very tip of her perky tail.
This is Dreamstar, but fate has been excruciatingly cruel, leaving poor Dream with and ugly scar, running from the middle of her back to the middle of her back leg.
Personality: Sweet like the dew on fresh spring grass, tough as a twoleg monster and deadly serious when the time arises. These are only little pieces of Dreamstar’s complex and intriguing personality. Dreamstar’s attitude seems to affect even kits in her clan, like extreme weather. When she’s in a good mood, it’s incredibly hard to stay in a pissy mood when Dream’s around, always bouncing on her paws, helping everyone and acting nice to every cat and clan in the forest.
Her other side, however is fickle and can turn on a dime. Dreamstar can be as cold as shadowed stone, her heart like ice. When she’s in this mood, watch out! She’ll rip your throat out for even making one mistake. When Dream’s angry, it’s like a blinding rage, and she will often leave camp for a few hours to beat things up.
Her serious side is frightening, she won’t joke around, she won’t smile, she won’t show any emotion at all. Dream’s as placid as a wall, and as strong as one as well like an impenetrable force by nature. She’s like this sixty percent of the time, the rest is as unpredictable as a storm out in the middle of the ocean.
History: Bright cream fur blazed through the thick vegetation, paws soaked with mud and grime. A black tom was running towards a young Riverclan she-cat, his eyes blazed with anticipation. They where mates, but it wasn’t your ideal pairing, he was a loner. His name was Sol, his mate was Frostsong, she was the clans deputy, and a sly liar. They where running, celebrating the news of kits. A month and two weeks later, Frost song gave birth to three healthy kits, Primkit, Ruekit and Dreamkit. They where the apples of their parents eyes, and perfect in every way. However a queen named Poppyspirit grew jealous, her kits where not getting the attention they desired. The night just before the kits where to be apprenticed, she attacked Frostsong and two of the three kits ended up dead. Dreamkit escaped, but not without sustaining a life threatening injury. Dreamkit dragged herself across Riverclan’s border into Thunderclan terrirory.
Clovertrouble was bouncing on her paws and sniffing through patches of holly when she stopped, a peculiar smell hit her nose. Down low she searched until she found the source of the unpleasant smell, a tiny white kit, about the age of a new apprentice lay in the cold dirt. Dirty, shivering and blood stained. Clover did what any decent young she-cat would do, she picked up the kit gently and ran towards camp, straight to see the clan’s medicine cat, Torchpelt. Dreamkit was found just in time, in a few more minutes, she would’ve died.
Dreamkit made a remarkable recovery, within a few weeks the bleeding had stopped, the wound was healing and Dream was ready to be apprenticed, but no one wanted her, she was a ‘Dirty mix of loner blood and River clan’ Clovertrouble fought for what little pride Dreampaw had left, and was apprenticed to Clovertrouble four days after she was released from the Medicine cat’s den.
Her training went beautifully, exceeding the level for any normal apprentice, and often would leave her mentor out of breath. This was a good thing, but also a terrible one as well, when Dream fought, she put so much of her pent up anger and hate into training that it would hopefully dissipate and leave.
It never did.
She was so angry at her parents for abandoning her, and for Poppyspirit’s crimes, she was determined to end her blood vendetta. The day of her warrior ceremony, there was a gathering at fourtrees, so she was apprenticed in camp, then got to go along to the gathering. She had never been to one, so it was both exiting and excruciating, what if Poppyspirit was at the gathering? Would she kill her there, on sacred grounds? Probably.
The gathering went smoothly for a little while, but it started to get a little rocky and strained, there was some tension in their midst. When their leader, Snowstar introduced Dreamsong as a new warrior, she stood proud and puffed out her chest a little, ready to burst with pride, but someone was there watching her every move. Poppyspirit objected to Dreamsong even becoming a warrior, saying awful things like her blood was impure, that she was the seed of a murderer. That was it, Dreamsong looked at her leader, then launched herself right atop Poppyspirit, running her claws down her face.
They fought and clawed each other until the other believed their opponent was clawed to shreds. Dream hissed, and Poppyspirit retreated, Dreamsong hot on her heels. For a while, the entire forest sat still, waiting, watching, as if everything, even the cats of Starclan where holding their breaths. Dreamsong emerged, hobbling slightly as she walked. Everyone, even her leader shuddered and looked away, her scar was ripped open again, Dream collapsed and blacked out.
When she awoke, her head and body ached, but she was fine, and was a fine warrior for several seasons, then she was given an apprentice named Petalpaw, whom she trained with diligently and tough every day. When Petalpaw was apprenticed, She became deputy, as Firesky was retiring and needed someone to stand in his place, diligently she agreed, but the winter came early, it hit harsh, brutal and unforgiving. Half the clan was wiped out, either the old or sick where dead. Dream didn’t know what to do, the clan was a mess and no one wanted to take the leader position, finally, she did, and the clan was grateful she did.
You still seem to insist on using the word "where" rather than "were", which is one area you need to improve on, babycakes xD Also, you're apparently in love with long sentences, and as awesome as that is, especially with all of your descriptions, some variation would be nice! Grind some of them down a bit! Varying lengths just makes it all that more interesting and exciting to read. One last thing, which is more specific to this bio, is that the end of your history was really abrupt. It was great, and full of details, but then you just ended a moon or two of important information in 2 and a half sentences! Remember, be consistent and finish everything!
Definitely accepted. We officially have a leader for ThunderClan! Wewt! However, you can't really start roleplaying just yet. A: We need more kitties first. B: I'm going to have you guys collaborate with me to rewrite the rules, just so that we have more perspectives and everything is totally clear. So, until I give you the okay, no posting, please? Thanks, love!