Post by Wolfie on Apr 18, 2015 19:52:28 GMT -5
Name: Blizzard >> Whitepaw >> Whitefall
Sex: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Amber
Reference: warriorsroamingtheforest.webs.com/tanglepool.jpg
A fluffy white tom with amber eyes.
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Agility: 3
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Whitefall is a serious, fierce tom. He's not very trusting and pretty wary of other Clan cats and rogues. Though he was born a kittypet, he resents kittypets and the fact that he ever led such a soft life. He's never thought about returning to his two-leg place once in all his moons, not even to see his littermate, Majesty. Because of his Clan's grace of accepting him into the Clan, he tries his absolute hardest to prove himself every single day. Some cats, however, still give him grief about his kittypet life which can earn them a scathing remark and glare. But all the grievances cause him to work even harder for the Clan. Whitefall's huge, fluffy pelt makes him look bigger than he is, though he is a rather large cat, and also makes him look a tad overweight and soft. Underneath his pelt, however, are strong, rippling muscles that could tear you to shreds.
Whitefall loves to go on border patrols to make sure none of the other Clans have overstepped the boundaries or, StarClan forbid, stolen prey. He wouldn't mind a border skirmish at all. In fact, he loves them. Always willing to prove himself to the Clan and to prove to the other cats that he shouldn't be messed with. He prides himself in his strength and fighting ability. Some of his Clanmates are worried that he may take the skirmishes too far one day and jeopardize the whole Clan.
Though he seems hard on the outside, Whitefall has a soft spot for kits, though he's unwilling to admit that any part of him is soft. Whitefall has always wanted Clanborn kits of his own and thought he had a chance for them but, sadly, they didn't happen. The warrior had his heart broken by his first love and he won't be forgetting that for long. He may be tough to approach about the concept of love or mates.
History: Blizzard was born to Casper and Ava in twolegplace. His parents had the brightest litter in the whole place. Two pure white, fluffy pelted kittens. A she-cat and a tom, appropriately named Majesty and Blizzard. The two kittens were inseparable, always attached at the hip and causing mischief in the house. Their favorite past time was to terrorize the house's terrier, much to the owner's dislike. The two were the absolute best of friends until their two-legs took them away. Luckily they were taken only a few houses down from each other but it wasn't close enough for them to have the same relationship.
At seven moons old, Blizzard ventured from his two-leg nest. He had grown bored of his garden and wanted to explore the woods behind. When he was deep into the forest, he smelled two other cats. He immediately got spooked and clambered up a tree. From his perch he spotted an older cat and a younger she-cat around the same age as Blizzard. The two had definitely picked up his scent and were investigating. Blizzard followed them silently from his tree and when the younger one was almost directly beneath him, he lost his footing and slipped, a flurry of white falling to the forest floor. The cats were surprised, to say the least, that a white cat had basically just fallen from the sky. Blizzard jumped to his paws, ready to hold his own but stopped when he noticed the she-cat's green gaze sparkling with curiosity. She introduced herself as Birdpaw, a weird name in Blizzard's opinion. The young cats immediately hit it off, their personalities matching perfectly. The older cat was impressed with Blizzard's confidence and offered for him to see the camp. Blizzard obliged and followed the two to ThunderClan and never looked back.
Blizzard was appropriately given the name Whitepaw and immediately started his training alongside Birdpaw, his new best friend. Birdpaw came along with him as his mentor showed him ThunderClan's territory and went hunting with him for his first time. But Whitepaw had the best time battle training. He enjoyed the way he felt so powerful as he repeated the battle moves his mentor showed him. Soon he was getting better and better at fighting, his kittypet softness melting away from him. This was the time that Whitepaw first started to resent his old kittypet life. If he had been born in the Clan, he wouldn't have had to learn all of the warrior code from scratch and would have been able to get to battle training even sooner. He admitted to himself that he wished Majesty could be with him but quickly suppressed that feeling, not wanting it to get in the way of his training.
Whitepaw became Whitefall at the same time that Birdpaw became Birdgaze. Whitefall was given his name from way back when he had first come to the Clan, falling out of a tree in a flurry of fluffy white fur. Birdgaze and Whitefall were inseparable and it was obvious to everyone in the camp except for Birdgaze that Whitefall had fallen hard for the she-cat. Though Whitefall sensed that Birdgaze had something else on her mind and heart. One day, he admitted his feelings for her in the place where they had first met and first become friends. Her response echoed in Whitefall's mind for quite a few moons. "You're a wonderful friend, Whitefall. You always have been. But ... I just don't love you," she had said. Whitefall was absolutely crushed. Birdgaze had been his first love, kind and funny and beautiful. The tom distanced himself from the she-cat and became more guarded than before. He swore to himself to never let himself be hurt like that again.
Heritage: Ava | Mother | Alive
Casper | Father | Alive
Majesty | Sister | Alive
Role-Play Example: Refer to Birdgaze, Featherleap or Mapleheart.
Referral :
Sex: Tom
Age: 24 moons
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Eye Colour: Amber
Reference: warriorsroamingtheforest.webs.com/tanglepool.jpg
A fluffy white tom with amber eyes.
Strength: 4
Defense: 3
Agility: 3
Stealth: 2
Tracking: 3
Personality: Whitefall is a serious, fierce tom. He's not very trusting and pretty wary of other Clan cats and rogues. Though he was born a kittypet, he resents kittypets and the fact that he ever led such a soft life. He's never thought about returning to his two-leg place once in all his moons, not even to see his littermate, Majesty. Because of his Clan's grace of accepting him into the Clan, he tries his absolute hardest to prove himself every single day. Some cats, however, still give him grief about his kittypet life which can earn them a scathing remark and glare. But all the grievances cause him to work even harder for the Clan. Whitefall's huge, fluffy pelt makes him look bigger than he is, though he is a rather large cat, and also makes him look a tad overweight and soft. Underneath his pelt, however, are strong, rippling muscles that could tear you to shreds.
Whitefall loves to go on border patrols to make sure none of the other Clans have overstepped the boundaries or, StarClan forbid, stolen prey. He wouldn't mind a border skirmish at all. In fact, he loves them. Always willing to prove himself to the Clan and to prove to the other cats that he shouldn't be messed with. He prides himself in his strength and fighting ability. Some of his Clanmates are worried that he may take the skirmishes too far one day and jeopardize the whole Clan.
Though he seems hard on the outside, Whitefall has a soft spot for kits, though he's unwilling to admit that any part of him is soft. Whitefall has always wanted Clanborn kits of his own and thought he had a chance for them but, sadly, they didn't happen. The warrior had his heart broken by his first love and he won't be forgetting that for long. He may be tough to approach about the concept of love or mates.
History: Blizzard was born to Casper and Ava in twolegplace. His parents had the brightest litter in the whole place. Two pure white, fluffy pelted kittens. A she-cat and a tom, appropriately named Majesty and Blizzard. The two kittens were inseparable, always attached at the hip and causing mischief in the house. Their favorite past time was to terrorize the house's terrier, much to the owner's dislike. The two were the absolute best of friends until their two-legs took them away. Luckily they were taken only a few houses down from each other but it wasn't close enough for them to have the same relationship.
At seven moons old, Blizzard ventured from his two-leg nest. He had grown bored of his garden and wanted to explore the woods behind. When he was deep into the forest, he smelled two other cats. He immediately got spooked and clambered up a tree. From his perch he spotted an older cat and a younger she-cat around the same age as Blizzard. The two had definitely picked up his scent and were investigating. Blizzard followed them silently from his tree and when the younger one was almost directly beneath him, he lost his footing and slipped, a flurry of white falling to the forest floor. The cats were surprised, to say the least, that a white cat had basically just fallen from the sky. Blizzard jumped to his paws, ready to hold his own but stopped when he noticed the she-cat's green gaze sparkling with curiosity. She introduced herself as Birdpaw, a weird name in Blizzard's opinion. The young cats immediately hit it off, their personalities matching perfectly. The older cat was impressed with Blizzard's confidence and offered for him to see the camp. Blizzard obliged and followed the two to ThunderClan and never looked back.
Blizzard was appropriately given the name Whitepaw and immediately started his training alongside Birdpaw, his new best friend. Birdpaw came along with him as his mentor showed him ThunderClan's territory and went hunting with him for his first time. But Whitepaw had the best time battle training. He enjoyed the way he felt so powerful as he repeated the battle moves his mentor showed him. Soon he was getting better and better at fighting, his kittypet softness melting away from him. This was the time that Whitepaw first started to resent his old kittypet life. If he had been born in the Clan, he wouldn't have had to learn all of the warrior code from scratch and would have been able to get to battle training even sooner. He admitted to himself that he wished Majesty could be with him but quickly suppressed that feeling, not wanting it to get in the way of his training.
Whitepaw became Whitefall at the same time that Birdpaw became Birdgaze. Whitefall was given his name from way back when he had first come to the Clan, falling out of a tree in a flurry of fluffy white fur. Birdgaze and Whitefall were inseparable and it was obvious to everyone in the camp except for Birdgaze that Whitefall had fallen hard for the she-cat. Though Whitefall sensed that Birdgaze had something else on her mind and heart. One day, he admitted his feelings for her in the place where they had first met and first become friends. Her response echoed in Whitefall's mind for quite a few moons. "You're a wonderful friend, Whitefall. You always have been. But ... I just don't love you," she had said. Whitefall was absolutely crushed. Birdgaze had been his first love, kind and funny and beautiful. The tom distanced himself from the she-cat and became more guarded than before. He swore to himself to never let himself be hurt like that again.
Heritage: Ava | Mother | Alive
Casper | Father | Alive
Majesty | Sister | Alive
Role-Play Example: Refer to Birdgaze, Featherleap or Mapleheart.
Referral :