Post by cay on Jan 1, 2008 21:30:29 GMT -5
Tagging: Trickstar (Warrior Tagging: Trickfur)
Age (in moons): Twenty Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Female
Peltage and orbs: Shadow coloured fur washes over this slim femmes bodice, letting her blend in with dim-lighted areas easily. Her peltage is soft and thick; a strong advantage on cold leaf-bare nights when a cold warrior can mean one on her way to her ancestors. A pearl coloured star on her chest shines brightly even in the darkest gloom, a beacon of hope for warriors on her side, or one of fear for those cats who get on the wrong side of the fight.. Lime orbs mark her curiosity, and the symbol of her tagging. A trickster at heart and knowing many things that help her in the wild. A long straight nose is a simple part of her delicate head, more dignified by a broad forehead and sharp orbs that catch sight of most things around her. A large and deep chest are only the beginning of her long bodice. It is more firmly accented by stocky, firmly built and strong muscles under her shadowy fur. Slender pillars grace her stocky body, a bright contrast to her youth, they are no longer long and lanky but long and lithe. She had grown into her looks well. This tail sways at an average length, covered in fine hairs that are soft and thick to the touch.
Personality: A strong but kind spirited femme, she stands tall with pride as she watches over her warriors, hardy and strong; Elders, proud and dignified, well earning their age; Queens, raising further warriors to the clan, kind yet firm to the kits; Apprentices, pirited and eager; and her Medicine cats, healing the members of her clan every sunhigh to the next, never wavering in the attempt to heal the clan with the power of Starclan and the strong smelling herbs that line their caves. Kind but not always gentle words or paws guide the cats of her clan, never turning from her path of duty. She will never hesitate to be firm when rules are disobeyed, but she is fair. Trickstar is true to her name; a trickster. In times when all is calm, she will often pull random but harmless pranks, eager for fun and laughter. In battle or raids, she will use her cunning and tricksters heart to weave her way around her enimies until they've turned tail. As graceful and funny as a fox, yet twice more cunning and lethal. Trickstar is very easily agitated, having a short fuse. Try as she might, she just canna seem to lengthen it, though sometimes it helps in battle. Loyal and trustworthy, she is a true leader and would risk her life over again for her clan in any way possible.
History: Blinking open lime orbs, the tiny kit wailed. She was hungry, and cold! Her crib for the past months of her life had been comforting, gentle, warm... She kneaded tiny paws against fur beside her, pads still baby pink and softer than a kitten in green-leaf. She felt a large head nudge her to a belly, warm and enticing, bringing on a soft smell of fresh milk. Smiling she jumped forward on wobbly pillars, sucking greedily at the milk. The scent on her nose smelled of the forest and slightly minty. She gazed up at the cat afore her and smiled. This must be my mum, eh?
Trickkit jumped out of the nursery, eager to feel the warm rays of sun hit her back and glint on her cold and shadowy fur. She purred audibly and streched forward, feeling muscles ripple under her rapidly growing bodice. Her sister came up beside her, a playful glint in her orbs.
Stop showing off or you'll be late for your own apprenticeship!
She called, laughing gently and throwing a wad of moss at Trickkits' head. She dodged it nimbly and crouched low, springing backwards at almost a flip and catching the moss in her sharp ivories before turning in mid-air and landing with a slight thump. Her sister looked awed before she scampered off, shouting,
I dont know how you can do that!
She just smiled, dropping the wad of moss. Her orbs were shining as she ran around camp, exploring everything. She came to the medicine cats' den and saw the resident medicine cat there. She mewed a greeting before leaping away, hearing the tiny squeeks and chirps of a burrowing mouse. Trickkits' whiskers twitched in delight, she crouched low in a topsy-turvy hunters crouch. She jumped with a mew and landed on empty air. She growled and followed her prey, darting in and out of the bushes. Trickkit heard someone call out from the celaring but she raced on, eager to catch the mouse. She almost had it! Leaping into the air, Trickkit smashed into the side of the highrock and rubbed her head with a pained meow. She glanced up to a lithe cat staring down warmly at the kitten.
Finally showed up for your ceremony, eh?
Trickpaw rushed through the undergrowth, weight on her haunches and movements soft and deliberate. She watched a thrush through lime orbs, the thrush unknoweningly being stalked by her. She mewed gently before leaping through the bushes, barely making a sound. The poor thing didn't know what was coming until too late, when she quickly flung down the bird, snapping its' neck.
Thank you for the life of this prey, unknowingly given to feed my clan.
Trickpaws' voice was solemn as she went on, holding the still-warm body of the bird, feeling life rush out into the forest.
I shall take no more than what I need, and I shall give all that I can. Starclan
The last word was murmered gently, a thanks to her warrior ancestors.
Do you, Trickfur, promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?
She nodded; sweat was rolling down her thick peltage and making her shiver in the cold winds of winter. But Trickfur knew she was shivering in more than just cold, excitement coursed up her body, running in hr veins like a rogue tornado.
I speak now the name of Thunderclans' new deputy, I say these before the body of our fallen deputy.
She glimpsed a glimmer of sadness well in her leaders orbs. Quickly she turned away, hiding the tears before going on.
So that he may hear and approve of my choice. Trickfur will be the new deputy of Thunderclan.
Cheers erputed around her, making her pelt glow with pride. She felt more at home than ever, staring down at her clan atop highrock.
Trickfur placed a warm pad against her leaders forehead, which was glimmering with fever. She felt heat come off in waves before her, making the air foul with the stench of sickness. Trickfurs' leaders' breathing was shallow, and in gasps. She called again for the medicine cat, but he too was falling under the spell of greencough. Turning back to her leader, she froze. Her orbs were glazed over with the cold gaze of death.
No, please, don't go, please, I'm not ready for you to go!
Her pleading ended as a pelt brushed her side. Her former leader was looking at her calmly, and warmer than the waves of heat that stopped flooding out of her empty bodice minutes ago. She stifiled a tear and looked at her, wondering.
Do not fear for me. I am safe in the hands of Starclan. Watch over our clan well, young Trickstar...
Age (in moons): Twenty Moons
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Leader
Gender: Female
Peltage and orbs: Shadow coloured fur washes over this slim femmes bodice, letting her blend in with dim-lighted areas easily. Her peltage is soft and thick; a strong advantage on cold leaf-bare nights when a cold warrior can mean one on her way to her ancestors. A pearl coloured star on her chest shines brightly even in the darkest gloom, a beacon of hope for warriors on her side, or one of fear for those cats who get on the wrong side of the fight.. Lime orbs mark her curiosity, and the symbol of her tagging. A trickster at heart and knowing many things that help her in the wild. A long straight nose is a simple part of her delicate head, more dignified by a broad forehead and sharp orbs that catch sight of most things around her. A large and deep chest are only the beginning of her long bodice. It is more firmly accented by stocky, firmly built and strong muscles under her shadowy fur. Slender pillars grace her stocky body, a bright contrast to her youth, they are no longer long and lanky but long and lithe. She had grown into her looks well. This tail sways at an average length, covered in fine hairs that are soft and thick to the touch.
Personality: A strong but kind spirited femme, she stands tall with pride as she watches over her warriors, hardy and strong; Elders, proud and dignified, well earning their age; Queens, raising further warriors to the clan, kind yet firm to the kits; Apprentices, pirited and eager; and her Medicine cats, healing the members of her clan every sunhigh to the next, never wavering in the attempt to heal the clan with the power of Starclan and the strong smelling herbs that line their caves. Kind but not always gentle words or paws guide the cats of her clan, never turning from her path of duty. She will never hesitate to be firm when rules are disobeyed, but she is fair. Trickstar is true to her name; a trickster. In times when all is calm, she will often pull random but harmless pranks, eager for fun and laughter. In battle or raids, she will use her cunning and tricksters heart to weave her way around her enimies until they've turned tail. As graceful and funny as a fox, yet twice more cunning and lethal. Trickstar is very easily agitated, having a short fuse. Try as she might, she just canna seem to lengthen it, though sometimes it helps in battle. Loyal and trustworthy, she is a true leader and would risk her life over again for her clan in any way possible.
History: Blinking open lime orbs, the tiny kit wailed. She was hungry, and cold! Her crib for the past months of her life had been comforting, gentle, warm... She kneaded tiny paws against fur beside her, pads still baby pink and softer than a kitten in green-leaf. She felt a large head nudge her to a belly, warm and enticing, bringing on a soft smell of fresh milk. Smiling she jumped forward on wobbly pillars, sucking greedily at the milk. The scent on her nose smelled of the forest and slightly minty. She gazed up at the cat afore her and smiled. This must be my mum, eh?
Trickkit jumped out of the nursery, eager to feel the warm rays of sun hit her back and glint on her cold and shadowy fur. She purred audibly and streched forward, feeling muscles ripple under her rapidly growing bodice. Her sister came up beside her, a playful glint in her orbs.
Stop showing off or you'll be late for your own apprenticeship!
She called, laughing gently and throwing a wad of moss at Trickkits' head. She dodged it nimbly and crouched low, springing backwards at almost a flip and catching the moss in her sharp ivories before turning in mid-air and landing with a slight thump. Her sister looked awed before she scampered off, shouting,
I dont know how you can do that!
She just smiled, dropping the wad of moss. Her orbs were shining as she ran around camp, exploring everything. She came to the medicine cats' den and saw the resident medicine cat there. She mewed a greeting before leaping away, hearing the tiny squeeks and chirps of a burrowing mouse. Trickkits' whiskers twitched in delight, she crouched low in a topsy-turvy hunters crouch. She jumped with a mew and landed on empty air. She growled and followed her prey, darting in and out of the bushes. Trickkit heard someone call out from the celaring but she raced on, eager to catch the mouse. She almost had it! Leaping into the air, Trickkit smashed into the side of the highrock and rubbed her head with a pained meow. She glanced up to a lithe cat staring down warmly at the kitten.
Finally showed up for your ceremony, eh?
Trickpaw rushed through the undergrowth, weight on her haunches and movements soft and deliberate. She watched a thrush through lime orbs, the thrush unknoweningly being stalked by her. She mewed gently before leaping through the bushes, barely making a sound. The poor thing didn't know what was coming until too late, when she quickly flung down the bird, snapping its' neck.
Thank you for the life of this prey, unknowingly given to feed my clan.
Trickpaws' voice was solemn as she went on, holding the still-warm body of the bird, feeling life rush out into the forest.
I shall take no more than what I need, and I shall give all that I can. Starclan
The last word was murmered gently, a thanks to her warrior ancestors.
Do you, Trickfur, promise to uphold the warrior code and to protect and defend this clan, even at the cost of your life?
She nodded; sweat was rolling down her thick peltage and making her shiver in the cold winds of winter. But Trickfur knew she was shivering in more than just cold, excitement coursed up her body, running in hr veins like a rogue tornado.
I speak now the name of Thunderclans' new deputy, I say these before the body of our fallen deputy.
She glimpsed a glimmer of sadness well in her leaders orbs. Quickly she turned away, hiding the tears before going on.
So that he may hear and approve of my choice. Trickfur will be the new deputy of Thunderclan.
Cheers erputed around her, making her pelt glow with pride. She felt more at home than ever, staring down at her clan atop highrock.
Trickfur placed a warm pad against her leaders forehead, which was glimmering with fever. She felt heat come off in waves before her, making the air foul with the stench of sickness. Trickfurs' leaders' breathing was shallow, and in gasps. She called again for the medicine cat, but he too was falling under the spell of greencough. Turning back to her leader, she froze. Her orbs were glazed over with the cold gaze of death.
No, please, don't go, please, I'm not ready for you to go!
Her pleading ended as a pelt brushed her side. Her former leader was looking at her calmly, and warmer than the waves of heat that stopped flooding out of her empty bodice minutes ago. She stifiled a tear and looked at her, wondering.
Do not fear for me. I am safe in the hands of Starclan. Watch over our clan well, young Trickstar...