Posts by wildhorses12

Character Name: Sparrowtail
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: [img width=596 height=416]http://i52.tinypic.com/2n6t3kl.jpg[/img]
Personality: Sparrowtail is very nice, gentle cat and she pratically loves everyone. She is very loyal to both her friends and her clan. She can get pretty aggressive in battle, but off the battlefield, her hostility rarely shows.
History: Sparrowtail was born and raised in Thunderclan and recently recieved her warrior name.

Character Name: Bearclaw
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Bloodclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Personality: Bearclaw has been outwardly aggressive ever since he was born. He finds joy in being hostile to others, but he has strangley never lied or turned back on his promises. He is manipulative and is sarcastic a lot of the time.
History: Bearclaw was born the strongest of his litter and he was also the strongest apprentice of his generation. He trained well with a fast pace and killed his first cat at seven months. Now, at eleven months already, he has earned his warrior name. He never talks to his parents and he doesn't plan to anytime soon

Character Name: Darkfoot
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Bloodclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: [img width=596 height=398]http://i53.tinypic.com/xcop55.jpg[/img]
Personality: Darkfoot has never talked much, but when he does, its something that chills you to your bones. He is highly aggressive in every situation and has never really liked being told what to do. He killed his first cat early, like his close friend Bearclaw. They are really close friends within the clan and never disrespect each other.
History: Darkfoot was a litter all to himself from a birthing problem by his mother. He grew up a lot faster than Bearclaw, but just wasn't as strong. He proved himself to his mentor by killing a cat at eight months and deserving his warrior name, which he wears proudly.

Character Name: Ravenstripe
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Shadowclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Personality: Ravenstripe is a friendly tom who feels left out among the clan. Born and raised with kindness, that is all he grew up to know. He has grown not to be sensitive when it comes to being pushed around by some of the other clan members, but he isn't made of steel, so it sometimes gets to him.
History: Ravenstripe was born into Shadowclan and raised well. He was taught by a wonderful mentor, who proved that he was worthy of his warrior name, which he gladly recieved and wears with pride.

Character Name: Wildstripe
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Snowclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: [img width=596 height=398]http://i52.tinypic.com/sbr0ol.jpg[/img]
Personality: Wildstripe is a very loyal, bold, hardworking warrior. He never goes back on his word and stays optimistic. He is respectful to his clanmates and is never hostile to any of them.
History: Born and raised in Snowclan, he grew up mentored well and deserving his warrior name.

Character Name: Whitefrost
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: Snowclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance: [img width=596 height=357]http://i55.tinypic.com/axn3ap.jpg[/img]
Personality: Whitefrost is just like her close friend Wildstripe, except more talkative. She never really liked all the silent nonverbal messages he was able to give, because she would rather say what was on her mind. She is a very bubbly cat who finds the humor in every situation and stays optimistic as much as she can.
History: Whitefrost was born in a litter of three, and she always the loud one. Her mother had worried at first but grew to understand her daughter. Whitefrost earned her warrior name and sees it as a promise to good things in her future.

Character Name: Blackstorm
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Darkclan
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Personality: Blackstorm is a very loyal cat who always tries to be on everyones good side. He is hardworking and respectful to everyone. He is friendly to everyone as long as they are friendly with him.
History: Blackstorm grew up in Darkclan and earned his warrior name just like all the other warriors before him.

Thank you! ^^ I make the pictures myself

He is a beautiful Blue Russian :)

Crowheart waited patiently alongside Fangpaw as the mouse scurried along, digging among the hay. It seemed like forever that the mouse stayed under the camoflauge of the hay. Then, just when Crowheart was about to leap and end their timewasting, the mouse stepped out, uncovering itself unknowingly in front of the apprentice.

Crowheart watched his apprentice carefully as he sprang, landed, and killed off the mouse. As Fangpaw dropped the mouse in front of him, he couldn't help but feel a sense of pride for this warrior-to-be. Even though he had messed up on his spring, and he had landed slightly off target, he was still an apprentice and he had killed the mouse. Some apprentices didn't kill it soon enough and it was able to get away.
The tom tilted his chin up, his ice blue gaze on the apprentice in front of him. He had done well, for his first time, and he was not about to rain on Fangpaw's parade with a thunderstorm of criticism.
"You did extremely well, Fangpaw. It was your first time, and you proved yourself worthy of your kill." The warrior pushed the mouse carcass over between his apprentices paws. "You may eat your meal. With a nod to Fangpaw, he added, "You killed it; you deserve it."

Lionsong nodded towards the warriors den. "He can have my nest. I can practically sleep anywhere." The tom chuckled and and looked over at Firefur. "Honestly, I don't mind if you have it. It's pretty new, but still-"
The warrior was cut off when he heard his name being called. He turned to see his good friend Sparrowtail padding over to them. The tortoiseshell she-cat had been an apprentice the last time they had talked, but he had been to her warrior ceremony.
"Hello there, Sparrowtail," said Lionsong warmly, greeting the she-cat with the flick of his tail.
"Hello, Lionsong," replied Sparrowtail with a soft meow. Her emerald eyes scanned the other four cats and she purred softly. "It's nice to see everyone out today. Especially the Hawk brothers." She smiled and lowered her haunches to the ground, curling her dark tail around her paws. He gaze landed on the other tom.
"Who might you be?"
"That is Firefur, Sparrowtail. He is a new warrior, like ourselves."
"Oh!" she said, smiling. "Well, it's an honor to meet you, Firefur."

Thanks!

Thank you ^^ It took forty-five minutes to do all seven cat bios XD

The black tom lowered his belly to the grassy ground and he tucked his paws under his chest, waiting patiently as his apprentice ate. Crowheart eyed Fangpaw as he ate, noticing how much he was getting into the meal. He knew that it was because of how well the mice ate here, their food supple never running low. The family that lived on the other side of the farm were the next generation from the people who had owned the farm, so they took care of the animals. There would always be mice around because of all the scraps left around. But where there was mice, there were rats. If Fangpaw had barely made it through the introduction to the Thunderpath, he wouldn't last a second with a cold-hearted rodent like a rat.
Crowheart looked over at the apprentice, enjoying the look on his face. He seemed to really be enjoying his meal.

The stiff feeling in his heart melted away as he kept looking ahead, seeing the main boulders of the Snakerocks's entrance up ahead. Lionsong's tail flicked, hinting to Blazingpaw that they were getting close.
"What kind of story." the warrior asked. It wasn't worded like a question at all, more like a statement.

Bluepaw's ears twitched at the arrival of a new voice. He whipped around and saw a she-cat bouncing in place. His yellow gaze took in her sleek figure and he turned around.
"I'm new!" said Bluepaw, flicking his tail excitedly.
Oh, boy! A new apprentice! I wonder if we can be friends?
The tom padded over to her and smiled. "I'm Bluepaw. It's nice to meet you, Tidepaw."

Bluepaw let her talk to others, but he figured they were busy. As a breeze picked up, his attention was fixed on a clump of weeds nearby swaying in the breeze. Cranking up his playfulness level, Bluepaw frolicked over to the moving weeds and croutched into a stalk, staring at the blades of grass. Reaching out, he quickly batted at the moving weeds and, just as a normal curious kitten would do, bounced backwards sideways, arching his back and puffing out his fur.

A Blue Russian tom saw two new warriors padding into the warrior's den. He stood from where he had been basking in the sun and loped over to where the two she-cats had entered the den. Padding in, he lowered his haunches and curled his sleek tail around his paws.
In a friendly manner, the tom said, "Hello. I'm Blackstorm. I'm a new warrior, too."

Blackstorm had been curled up outside the warrior's den, basking a little ray of sunshine and taking a nap. Now, fully awake, the Blue Russian stood and shook out his pelt before stretching his legs. The scents of new warriors hit him as he padded into the den. He caught sight of the two and padded over to them. He remembered them each from their warrior ceremony. He had been a new warrior too.
"Hello, Tigerheart. Hello, Sagewhisker," said Blackstorm as he lowered his haunches to the ground and curled his tail around his paws.

Both Lionsong and Sparrowtail turned to look over their shoulders as a new warrior approached. Sparrowtail, of course, was the first to greet the she-cat.
"Hello, there!" purred the tortoiseshell she-cat warmly as she greeted the new warrior. "What is your name?" Lionsong turned around to face the new warrior and relowered his haunches beside his friend. The sun brightened his pelt to make him look gold and Sparrowtail's emerald irises were glistening from the light.

The silver tabby tom basked in the sunlight outside of the warrior's den entrance, his eyes closed and his ears twitching as they listened to all the different sounds around him. He was soaking up the warmth from the sun and enjoying every minute of it. His friend, Whitefrost, was doing the same. She was restlessly lying beside the tom, cleaning the dust off of her fluffy white fur.
"Wildstripe?"
The tom pryed one eye open to glare at his friend who was disturbing his rest. Whitefrost looked over to recieve his nonverbal message of what-do-you-want. That was one of Wildstripe's qualities. He could basically talk to anyone without saying one word. He was readable like an open book, but only when he wanted the book to be open.
"Will there be any more new warriors? It seems as if the population of Snowclan has dwindled greatly."
A lift huff came from the tabby beside her, along with a reply.
"Patience."