Post by kurimu on Feb 14, 2008 8:36:27 GMT -5
Other Accounts: None. Basil introduced me to this forum. ^^
Name: Powderfur.
Age (in moons): 29 moons.
Clan: WindClan, hopefully.
Rank: Just a warrior.
Gender: She-cat.
Appearance: She's a gray she-cat, with white-dappled fur. Her eyes are sharp and sensitive, a cool pale blue, eyes that contemplate every cat carefully. She has a pale pink-gray nose, the same color of the inside of her small ears. Her body is very small, considering she's a fully-grown cat, so she isn't the best fighter around. Some cats mistake her for an apprentice, which gets her temper going. This small size makes her very speedy, though, fast even for a WindClan cat, which makes her a good hunter. Her whiskers are long and white, portraying not age, as she is still a young cat, but her emotions, as they tend to quiver when she's angry or upset. Her claws are unusually black, sharp claws, but she's better at hunting than fighting. Her fur seems unkempt and ruffled a lot, as she runs along the moor often.
Personality: Powderfur is fiercely proud, but at the same time quiet and reserved. She is loyal to WindClan alone--she has no friendships whatsoever among other Clans. She has a private ambition of becoming deputy, but she knows that she must focus on being a loyal warrior. She has little patience for kits and dislikes any cat beside those in authority ordering her around. Even so, she's ready to give up her life and join StarClan if it meant protecting someone from WindClan. She does think she is a good warrior, but she has her flaws - like the time she swatted at kit when it was annoying her with too many questions. Powderfur completely mistrusts loners and cats from other Clans - everyone but WindClan - and she has a hard time apologizing when she needs to or confessing what she'd rather be left unsaid. She grows uncomfortable at Gatherings; being around so many other cats makes her uneasy, as she would rather sit quietly by herself than socialize, especially with cats from different Clans.
History: Born to a WindClan queen, Powderfur had one sibling, Skykit, who later disappeared from the nursery. Skykit was thought to be picked off by a fox; in any case, he was never seen again. Growing up, Powderfur never knew her father, who he was, or if he was even in the Clan. Her mother, Cloudystream, never told her; Cloudystream died a few moons after Powderfur became an apprentice, anyway, destroyed by a badger while on patrol with her kit. Seeing her mother die in front of her affected Powderfur deeply, and while she had a bubbly personality as a kit, it changed after her mother's death. She has stopped grieving for Cloudystream, but now she is quiet and reserved. Still, she clings to her pride - fierce pride, unbreakable, which she defies cats from other Clans with. This pride has led to her private ambition, and also the strong desire to defend her Clanmates against all their enemies, to claw apart any cat - or badger - that dared to touch them. Powderfur also has developed a sense of revenge for the badger that brought down her kin, and many times a moon she stalks the moorland, waiting for that badger...
Picture:
I'm sorry that the pictures suck.
I'm not so great of an artist..
Name: Powderfur.
Age (in moons): 29 moons.
Clan: WindClan, hopefully.
Rank: Just a warrior.
Gender: She-cat.
Appearance: She's a gray she-cat, with white-dappled fur. Her eyes are sharp and sensitive, a cool pale blue, eyes that contemplate every cat carefully. She has a pale pink-gray nose, the same color of the inside of her small ears. Her body is very small, considering she's a fully-grown cat, so she isn't the best fighter around. Some cats mistake her for an apprentice, which gets her temper going. This small size makes her very speedy, though, fast even for a WindClan cat, which makes her a good hunter. Her whiskers are long and white, portraying not age, as she is still a young cat, but her emotions, as they tend to quiver when she's angry or upset. Her claws are unusually black, sharp claws, but she's better at hunting than fighting. Her fur seems unkempt and ruffled a lot, as she runs along the moor often.
Personality: Powderfur is fiercely proud, but at the same time quiet and reserved. She is loyal to WindClan alone--she has no friendships whatsoever among other Clans. She has a private ambition of becoming deputy, but she knows that she must focus on being a loyal warrior. She has little patience for kits and dislikes any cat beside those in authority ordering her around. Even so, she's ready to give up her life and join StarClan if it meant protecting someone from WindClan. She does think she is a good warrior, but she has her flaws - like the time she swatted at kit when it was annoying her with too many questions. Powderfur completely mistrusts loners and cats from other Clans - everyone but WindClan - and she has a hard time apologizing when she needs to or confessing what she'd rather be left unsaid. She grows uncomfortable at Gatherings; being around so many other cats makes her uneasy, as she would rather sit quietly by herself than socialize, especially with cats from different Clans.
History: Born to a WindClan queen, Powderfur had one sibling, Skykit, who later disappeared from the nursery. Skykit was thought to be picked off by a fox; in any case, he was never seen again. Growing up, Powderfur never knew her father, who he was, or if he was even in the Clan. Her mother, Cloudystream, never told her; Cloudystream died a few moons after Powderfur became an apprentice, anyway, destroyed by a badger while on patrol with her kit. Seeing her mother die in front of her affected Powderfur deeply, and while she had a bubbly personality as a kit, it changed after her mother's death. She has stopped grieving for Cloudystream, but now she is quiet and reserved. Still, she clings to her pride - fierce pride, unbreakable, which she defies cats from other Clans with. This pride has led to her private ambition, and also the strong desire to defend her Clanmates against all their enemies, to claw apart any cat - or badger - that dared to touch them. Powderfur also has developed a sense of revenge for the badger that brought down her kin, and many times a moon she stalks the moorland, waiting for that badger...
Picture:
I'm sorry that the pictures suck.
I'm not so great of an artist..
