OOC: Ah, okay. Guess I'm stuck in fanfiction mode, haha. xD
And Grimgrin is with Lostkit, and they actually found Palestorm while she was out hunting, and she's leading them to a hollow tree she found because there was a hibernating bear in the other one. :3
Her amber eyes widened and she said nothing, preoccupied with dabbing her paw into the entrance to remove the snow. She twitched her ears to let him know she'd heard though. A rouge clan! Well, at least he wasn't banished for murder or anything. Then Palestorm blinked, realizing he could take her silence as hostility or disapproval. "Sorry, It's just that...I've never talked to a cat from a rouge clan before." She shook her head, as if trying to ward off a troublesome fly. The tom didn't seem dangerous. Finally, the entrance was clear enough for the cats to squeeze through. She smiled. "Come on!"
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Palestorm dropped a small mouse that she had found in the tree and killed heartbeats before in front of the two cats as a peace offering. She was unsure when they last ate, and it would do no one any good if hunger turned to grouchyness. "So it does," she mewed, resting on the dead leaves and watching them intently. "But I suppose clans have stigmas too, right? I'm sure some cats call us pushy and aggressive, or high-and-mighty." She began grooming the snow from between her toes.
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Palestorm nodded proudly, subconsciously puffing out her chest. "I've been a warrior for three moons now. It's great! I have this friend named Ashfeather--he's a warrior too, but he just became one and it's fun to teach him things." Her whiskers twitched. "What was--" but her meow was cut off by a thin wailing in the distance. She perked her ears. "Did you hear that? I think there's another cat out there!"
18/20
Palestorm jumped to her paws and peered out of the entrance, ignoring the snow that got into her eyes and nose. "It sounded like a cat in distress." She looked back at the defensive tom. "Should we go investigate?"
19/20
Palestorm eyed the kit a little worriedly, before squeezing out of the entrance for a second time that day.
The ground had gotten thicker still, yet the snow seemed to be letting up, which was good. Which way...?
Thinking she had heard the noise coming from the east, she set off that way, glancing behind her to ensure Grimgrin was still with her. It was soon clear that they would be unable to find the cat without hearing more. "Hey!" She yowled, scanning the horizon as she did. "If you can hear me, say something so we can find you!"
OOC: THis is looking for Skypaw, by the way. :3 I have to go, but I'll be back in ten minutes.
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OOC: Back! Sounds like Jackie's going to help Skypaw now though so...I'm not quite sure where to take this. xD
OOC: Welp, let's see if this works.
IC: Hearing a responding yowl in the distance, Palestorm was sure they were headed in the right direction. Then she picked up on a noise that made the fur on her haunches rise. A dog!
She streaked off though the snow as fast as she could, calling over her shoulder for Grimgrin to follow her, which was probably unnecessary. She broke through the trees and into an open clearing. As her eyes adjusted to the change in scenery, she spotted the menacing creature. Adrenaline shot through her body as she crouched low on the ground, ears flattened, and hissed.
Hearing the dog speak in cat turned Palestorm's fear and hostility to confusion. Every instinct in her was screaming not to trust the animal, but from her vantage point Palestorm could see the snowdrift where she assumed the distressed cat was, and she figured the cat would need help. Cautiously, she began approaching the dog. "Hello," she mewed slowly, as if talking to a very young kit. "Can I see your friend there?"
"We're not bad. If you don't scratch my nose, I won't scratch yours," she mewed evenly, though every muscle in her was set to run if she needed to. The first sight of the cat, she knew it was bad. "Grimgrin, can you come help me?"
OOC: I gotta go again, not sure if I'll be back soon this time. Feel free to ignore Palestorm, or play her, or whatever you guys gotta do to continue. I may jump in again when I get back.
I already have access to the advanced topics; this is for personal use. ^^
Character Name: Palestorm
Character Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Alliance: ThunderClan (LeafClan, when I'm not playing canon)
Rank: Warrior
Appearance:
Palestorm is a strong cat despite her average body size that borders on lean. She's a cream tabby with fur slightly longer than what's normal for a short-haired cat, and it's very soft. Her amber eyes are round but are more pointed along the outer edges, and she has white on her chest, paws, muzzle, and around her eyes. Her pretty face is wide but round, and her fuzzy ears are perked. She has a fuzzier tail with the tabby stripes less apparent on it. The she-cat also has long whiskers ideal for hunting expeditions.
Personality(6 or more sentences):
Palestorm is a vivacious cat. She never entirely grew out of the curiosity that is typical of kittens and/or apprentices, though it has toned down since she has taken on the responsibilities of a warrior. Palestorm has a sharp tongue and a short temper, but she has a good heart and cares for other cats she gets to know. Despite her nosy ways, Palestorm is actually a rational cat that knows how to deal with mundane crises like border squabbles without causing bloodshed, unless bloodshed is necessary. She's a loyal cat and self-assured cat, always confident in her decisions and the decisions of those she trusts. Though she tends to trust sincere-sounding cats too easily, rarely stopping to consider ulterior motives.
---Likes : Rabbits, patrol, hunting, and early mornings (especially when there's dew on the plants in the camp; "It's so beautiful!")
--- Dislikes: Beetles, scorching hot newleaf or greenleaf days, the taste of marigold, and swimming.
---Strengths: Fighting, hunting, her hearing, and her thoughtfulness.
---Weaknesses: Expressing her own feelings, knowing when to stop asking questions, her lack of patience, and her tendency to be easily trusting.
]History:
Palestorm was born into ThunderClan. Her parents are Smallfoot (father) and Rowanheart (mother). She was an only kit, and lived a rather average kithood. Secretly, she had wanted to be a medicine cat apprentice, but this turned out to be a passing wish, and as she went further into her warrior training with Tinyhawk the thought was forgotten. It was also during this training that she met one of her closest friends, Ashfeather. They disliked each other at first, Palestorm impatient with his cowardly ways and Ashfeather afraid of the she-cat. One day, though, he decided not to put up with her tauntings anymore and attacked her. Both cats fought hard, mentors desperately trying to separate the two. When they were finally, the two began laughing. She was less accepting of Ashfeather's friendship to the loner Bird (later Birdsong), but she eventually grew to like the young silver tabby. She was named a warrior at 12 moon old and is still a fairly new warrior. She's catching on to everything quickly, though, and revels in her position as protector of the clan.
(In LeafClan, she was a former kittypet who was abandoned when her owner got too poor to feed her)
Roleplay Sample:
“Gotcha!” Palestorm mewed in pride, snapping the mouse’s neck quickly, with the flick of a white paw. Caught out in the blizzard, the golden she-cat had decided to make the best of things. She had hollowed out a small spot in the snow that protected her somewhat from the wind, though she still had to clear it out when the snow piled over it too heavily.
And now she had something to satisfy her hunger. There was a sort of guilt at eating when she was unsure of her clanmates’ condition, but it wasn’t clear how long she’d be stuck in the cold. “Might as well keep my energy up in any way I can,” she mewed out loud out loud to no one in particular.
The pitiful mouse was devoured quickly, strangely satisfying despite the leanness of the meat. Palestorm buried the carcass in a mixture of dirt and snow, and got to her paws. The small snow den was nice, but the white sky showed no hint of relenting, and she needed a better shelter if she was to weather out this storm. She squinted her amber eyes against the harsh wind and surveyed her surroundings. Nothing but white assaulted her eyes, and she found herself getting impatient with the color.
The lack of a solid destination had never stopped vivacious Palestorm before, and it certainly wasn’t going to now. Almost with an air of defiance, the she-cat padded away from her temporary safe haven in search of a more permanent shelter. As she traveled through the unending white, her thoughts turned to her companions back at camp, as well as those that may likewise have been trapped out in the snowstorm. I hope they’re managing okay.
(This is an intro sample; subsequent posts are usually only a paragraph or two.)
Comments: Same for Ashfeather on LeafClan stuff.
QuoteGrimgrin came as fast as he could. The snow made it hard for him to stop. He toppled over his front paws, spinning and hissing at the dog. He grabbed the disoriented cat by its scruff and tried to pull it with him.
"What do we do!?" He yelled at Palestorm. "Attack or get this cat out of here?!"
"We run!" she yowled, eyes wide, and turned tail to flee back to the tree, glancing behind her to see if Grimgrin was following her, or if he needed ehr help with the smaller cat.
OOC: Eew, one-liners. I may be on and off, we're cooking.
She hurriedly apologized, went back to help the tom, and they pelted through the forest as fast as their paws could carry them. When they reached the tree shelter, Palestorm let go so the tom could squeeze in with the limp newcomer. She followed right after.
OOC: Blah, my writing quality will get better. My mind's still on cooking. I hope you don't mind my use of "they". Hope you had a nice nap! :P
"Watch it, mouse-brain," Palestorm mewed dryly, though not unkindly. She gave the kit a quick lick before padding over to survey their new companion. She didn't appear to be in good shape, and she was unmoving. "We should warm her up."
She curled around the small cat in an attempt to share her body heat, but was unsure of how else to help. Normally, she would lick her fur to help bring some heat back to her body, but in this weather would that really help, or would it make the whole thing worse? Her stomach growled, but she pushed her hunger aside, focused on the black cat. "Why don't we just curl around her for a while?" she suggested, a confidence in her voice that she did not truly feel. "When she warms up, maybe we can go hunting."
OOC: Me too. SLEEP FTW! 8)
"A cat pile indeed. I'm sorry, I know you can help." The cream tabby mewed, amused. "Who knows, maybe we can show you a bit about hunting. You wouldn't be able to catch the big ones," she added quickly, "but they probably won't be out anyway." She turned to Grimgrin. "If we're lucky, we'll catch some decent prey."
Her eyes traveled back to the unconscious cat. It seemed her breath was lengthening some, and she hoped that was good.
"We'll see," she purred, flicking the kit on the ear. "But leave the rabbits to us. They're nearly as big as you--if not bigger! Most of the prey will be hiding in warm dens, though--like we are."
Palestorm glanced at the weather outside, sending a silent prayer to Starclan, asking for some lighter snowfall so they could hunt better. The snow did seem to lighten, perhaps just a but, but maybe it was her imagination. She turned to Grimgrin, unquechable curiosity flaring up again. "So, what was it like, living in a rouge clan?" She meowed, then realizing she may be crossing a line by posing the question, added hastily, "I mean, if you don't mind me asking."
OOC: Me too. :)
Palestorm blinked, hearing a soft moan emanating from underneath the cat pile. "Hey," she murmured to the black she-cat. "You awake?"
Palestorm stared at him intently as he answered her question. When he was done, she blinked, eyes wide. "It must be horrible to lose an apprentice." She'd never had one of her own, but she had seen the strong bond between mentor and apprentice. She brushed her tail comfortingly across his shoulder, though she wasn't sure how effective the gesture would be, seeing as her tail was soaked from the snow she had forgotten to clean off of it. "Sounds like you got out of there just in time though." She shivered. "Clan battles are hard, but I can't even think about what I would do if ThunderClan cats turned against each other."
OOC: Ha, that's cool. xD What did everyone have for dinner? I ate pork burritos. They almost killed us. :B
OOC: Hey, that's what almost killed us! Have you ever smoked (cooked) that stuff? It's like breathing in liquid death. xD
IC: "Sorry. I hope you're right," she murmured, taking comfort in his words, surprised that the thought had upset her so much. She too looked down at the cat between them as she spoke. "Good, you're awake." Her ears twitched. "To be honest, I have no idea where we're at, except that we're inside a hollow tree."
She studied the she-cat closely, then blinked in surprise. "Wait a minute...Skypaw, is that you?!"
OOC (again): Hey, they're both from ThunderClan, so...If you'd rather them not know each other, tell me. I'm still new to this website's RP. :)
OOC: YAAAY N00B POWER! Good. Never do it. EVER. :P
IC: Palestorm purred, nuzzling the kit back. "We weren't just going to leave her with that nasty dog, now were we?"
She glanced at the weather outside as her stomach growled quietly. "When she's more awake, we should see if we can find food." Shifting in a more comfortable position, Palestorm tucked her paws under her chest, and turned to the black tom. "He really likes you." She dropped her voice. "Are you going to keep him?"
