Character Name: Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill (Stream)
Character Age: 27 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Tribe of Burning Suns (made up)
Rank: Prey-hunter
Appearance (6 or more sentences): Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill has beautiful, long silver fur. Her eyes gleam ocean blue and her pupils are round and black as night. Dark grey stripes streak her sides and a single grey ring wraps around the end of her tail. Stream's whiskers are long and brush every leaf she passes by, as the same goes for her tail. Her paws are grey mittens that cover her brilliant white sharpened claws. Her body, as well as her legs, are skinny, but strong. Small white tufts of fur top off her ears that are average size, but catch every scuffle or movement of prey. Stream has white underneath her lower jaw that extends down and slowly gets darker until that fur matches the rest of her body at her chest.
Personality (6 or more sentences--these sentences form their own section and do NOT count towards the 4 groups below. Those are additional requirements): Stream is sweet and loves to take care of the sick or wounded, though she isn't the healer. She'll tell stories to the kits, so the Elders can rest or she'll change bedding, so the to-bes can play. She gives thanks to the Tribe of Endless Hunting every time she makes a kill and eats her prey until she's gnawing the bone. She does have a protective, stern side though. Her loyalty pushes this side further and makes it stronger. Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill will hunt when she is sick or tired to help support her tribe. She would give her life for the safety and peace inside The Tribe of Burning Suns.
---Likes (at least 3): Stream loves kits, though she could never have any of her own. She also loves to-be games and the taste of honey. Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill loves to make sure everyone is happy and talk.
--- Dislikes (at least 3): Even though she loves most things, Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill also has dislikes. She doesn't like fight, as well as arguing. Stream hates swimming though her name is Stream. She doesn't like rude or smart to-bes, but does her best to set them straight.
---Strengths (No MORE than 5): Stream is great at hunting. She is a fast runner and a good tree climber. Stream is wonderful at stealth and knows some healing.
---Weaknesses (At least 3): Battling and fighting is Stream's weakness, but even then she would fight for her tribe, if she had to. She isn't a very good swimmer or navigator, many times she will get lost if she wanders too far from camp. Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill has a small sight problem to where sometimes her vision is blurred or her brain won't register what's in front of her.
History (8 or more sentences): Stream that Flows Steadily Downhill was a single kit and had an abusive mother that wanted a strong tom instead of a small she-cat. Stream was born extremely early and small, though as time progressed she became taller. Her mother was banned from her tribe because of her abuse. After that, Stream devoted her life to the happiness and well being of others. She was a talented prey-hunter and found the love of her life, Valley that Sits Between Mountains. She always wanted to be a mother, but the Tribe of Endless Hunting did not bless her with the ability to bear offspring. Even so, Valley did not stop loving her and Stream did not stop loving him. For three moons in her life, Stream fostered two kits and called them her own because the mother had died at birth. She named one tom Bravery that Fights through Evil and the small she-cat Love that Warms Cold Heart. Valley acted as a father, but died in a harsh winter where he caught Green Cough. Stream was heartbroken, but kept on and still is loving and caring for others.
Roleplay Sample (Required for first advanced bio): Stream smiled as golden rays of sun hit her pelt in the morning. Her two foster kits were grown and slept in the Cave-Guard's den now. She missed they're warmth and the warmth of Valley beside her. She sighed and stood. Her pelt was ruffled from her sleep. Another nightmare had invaded her head. Valley coughing and spluttering with harsh spasms and then stopped, fell limp, his eyes dulled and his breathing stopped. Stream pushed the memory aside and stepped out into the cool leaf-fall morning. The camp was busy like always. Mentors keeping they're to-bes in line, Mothers looking desperately for their adventuring kits. Her friend, Meadow invited her to come share her prey. "Sure," Stream smiled and dug into the rabbit with great hunger. She felt Meadow licking her pelt smooth. "Another nightmare?" she asked concerned. Stream nodded. "They seem to be getting better," she mewed. "Don't worry though, it's all in my head now. I know he's safe with the Tribe of Endless Hunting."
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