Post by frostkit on Sept 18, 2008 15:12:51 GMT -5
Name: Frostkit
Age (in moons): 3 moons
Rank: Kit
Clan: Thunderclan
Pelt Color: She has a perfect and sleek pelt. It is rather unusual for a Thunderclan cat. It is silvery black, with tinges and blotches of white here and there. Her tail has giant splashes of orange and red, and it is tipped with only the slighest hint of gray. Her paws turn white at the wrists, and her small thron sharp claws look unusually bleak against the colorful paws. The inside of her ears is very light pink, as is her nose. Her whiskers are long, elligent, and pure crisp white. Her ears her tipped with bright orange and lined with hazel brown stripes. Her muscles show deeply under her pelt, flexing and stretching the beautiful silver fur.
Eye Color: Her eye color is as blue as the river by Riverclan's Territory. Her birthmother used to say that she could see tiny golden fish swimming in the crisp blue sea that was her eyes. The "golden fish" happened to be little unusual specks if gold, circling the blue. Around the blue pupil, a curious green ring surrounds the sea and fish. Gray circle-like sploshes look like bubbles from the blue ocean sea.
Personality: She has tendancy to daze off, just begin gazing at random shadows, imagining prey or cats. She talks in her sleep sometimes, yelling out names. She only once pounced on another kit, thinking she was stalking prey. She is rather lightheaded and silly at times, but she knows when the playing needs to come to an end. She is a bouncy, playful kit, who wants to be just like her leader when she grows up. Just like every other kit, she enjoys imagining she is a warrior, and loves asking questions. "What is it like? Is it fun? What do you do? What's so different about being a warrior? What's the den like?" and so on. She can be a nusence, and very annoying towards the elders sometimes. She's quick to answer questions, and doesn't always trust her wit. She realizes that someday, when she becomes a warrior, she'll have to give up her snappy attitude and become more stern and intense. She knows it. Really. Just...not now.
History (Her mother): Her mother, Leafeblossom, was a beautiful tabby she-cat, with the same eye-color as her daughter. Thunderclan despised her once she became mates with a silver-black rouge, but she seldom cared. She loved this tom and swore she would never give him up. She died giving birth to her first kit, Frostkit, but her last words were, "Thunderclan won't turn you down...I love you, my sweet kit...."
History (Her father): Her father, Wolf, was a rouge at heart. He was born a rouge. His mother had left him in the middle of Thunderclan camp. He didn't want to be a clan cat, so he dcided on surviving on his own. One day, while stalking a large crow, he came face to face with the most beautiful tabby she-cat he had ever seen. For some reason, he felt very reluctant to attack. Backing up, he saw the she-cats eyes, and new he had to have her. A moon later, after they had been well over mated, the she-cat died, giving birth to there first kit, Frostkit. Her last words echoed in his mind as he licked Frostkit. He decided on naming her Frostkit, because of the nusual frosty glare in her fur. He threw her into Thunderclan camp, and ran. No cat speaks of the tom anymore, and no one knows where he went, or where he may be now.
Pic (well, sorta): i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff66/musicgirl48309/cats/LuckySilverHookerblack.jpg Uh. Kinda like this. The one under the black cat, I mean. But...if you don't think it matches..Use your imaaagiinaaaaation!
Post color: This one
~~~This is my first BIO ever written, and I take critisizm. Hope you like it!~~~
Age (in moons): 3 moons
Rank: Kit
Clan: Thunderclan
Pelt Color: She has a perfect and sleek pelt. It is rather unusual for a Thunderclan cat. It is silvery black, with tinges and blotches of white here and there. Her tail has giant splashes of orange and red, and it is tipped with only the slighest hint of gray. Her paws turn white at the wrists, and her small thron sharp claws look unusually bleak against the colorful paws. The inside of her ears is very light pink, as is her nose. Her whiskers are long, elligent, and pure crisp white. Her ears her tipped with bright orange and lined with hazel brown stripes. Her muscles show deeply under her pelt, flexing and stretching the beautiful silver fur.
Eye Color: Her eye color is as blue as the river by Riverclan's Territory. Her birthmother used to say that she could see tiny golden fish swimming in the crisp blue sea that was her eyes. The "golden fish" happened to be little unusual specks if gold, circling the blue. Around the blue pupil, a curious green ring surrounds the sea and fish. Gray circle-like sploshes look like bubbles from the blue ocean sea.
Personality: She has tendancy to daze off, just begin gazing at random shadows, imagining prey or cats. She talks in her sleep sometimes, yelling out names. She only once pounced on another kit, thinking she was stalking prey. She is rather lightheaded and silly at times, but she knows when the playing needs to come to an end. She is a bouncy, playful kit, who wants to be just like her leader when she grows up. Just like every other kit, she enjoys imagining she is a warrior, and loves asking questions. "What is it like? Is it fun? What do you do? What's so different about being a warrior? What's the den like?" and so on. She can be a nusence, and very annoying towards the elders sometimes. She's quick to answer questions, and doesn't always trust her wit. She realizes that someday, when she becomes a warrior, she'll have to give up her snappy attitude and become more stern and intense. She knows it. Really. Just...not now.
History (Her mother): Her mother, Leafeblossom, was a beautiful tabby she-cat, with the same eye-color as her daughter. Thunderclan despised her once she became mates with a silver-black rouge, but she seldom cared. She loved this tom and swore she would never give him up. She died giving birth to her first kit, Frostkit, but her last words were, "Thunderclan won't turn you down...I love you, my sweet kit...."
History (Her father): Her father, Wolf, was a rouge at heart. He was born a rouge. His mother had left him in the middle of Thunderclan camp. He didn't want to be a clan cat, so he dcided on surviving on his own. One day, while stalking a large crow, he came face to face with the most beautiful tabby she-cat he had ever seen. For some reason, he felt very reluctant to attack. Backing up, he saw the she-cats eyes, and new he had to have her. A moon later, after they had been well over mated, the she-cat died, giving birth to there first kit, Frostkit. Her last words echoed in his mind as he licked Frostkit. He decided on naming her Frostkit, because of the nusual frosty glare in her fur. He threw her into Thunderclan camp, and ran. No cat speaks of the tom anymore, and no one knows where he went, or where he may be now.
Pic (well, sorta): i243.photobucket.com/albums/ff66/musicgirl48309/cats/LuckySilverHookerblack.jpg Uh. Kinda like this. The one under the black cat, I mean. But...if you don't think it matches..Use your imaaagiinaaaaation!
Post color: This one
~~~This is my first BIO ever written, and I take critisizm. Hope you like it!~~~
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. So...uh...I guess I'll search photobucket, or ask a friend to help meh. Thankiez for the critisizm though. It is well appreciated!