Posts by halftail

Cat's Name: Smoothstep
Cat's Age: 45 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Unusually tall, Smoothstep stands over many of his clan-mates, with strong lean legs. His face is broad, not a face one could call handsome, but his bright oval green eyes somewhat make up for that. His fur is nicely kept, short and a silver color, black specks along his sides and tail. A twisted scar runs across the side of his face, running from his torn right ear down to the side of his neck. </blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Like his name would suggest, Smoothstep is just as smooth and graceful with his words as he is with his paws. Yet it's his large expressive eyes that tell more then he could ever say. His self-sufficient and arrogant manner (plus his strange views of the world), usually aggravate those he talks to, however, he has unwavering trust and loyalty to all his clan mates. This sometimes results in him reckless jumping in to protect or help them. Some see this and label him as stupid, this is not true however, he is only dense (and super forgetful). and what he doesn't have in brain's he makes up for with courage and spirit.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>I was born in Windclan, my mother (Ravenwing), and my father (Jetblack) two strong and dependent warriors, that many looked up to. I was one of those many and as a kit I tried my best to teach myself all I needed to know to become a warrior. I had hoped then that if I trained hard enough as a kit they'd let me become a warrior early. But my kit ways had only seemed to amuse those around me. I like every other kit had to wait to become a warrior, but the waiting taught me patience (a little, but better then none).

When I became an apprentice and earned my new name Smoothpaw, I had felt so good! Nothing could make me feel bad after that. I strutted around like a rooster for moons. I guess that's were my arrogance comes from, and from the fact that I could out hunt my own mentor.

The time for me to become a warrior came all to quickly, apprentice life was the best, I remember almost telling the leader I hadn't wanted the position as warrior yet. But I had held my tongue. However some days I wish I had said it, some days I remember that terrible day and I wished I had never become a warrior.
Only a few sunrises after I had become a warrior I had went out hunting alone. I had wanted to impress the clan with my superior hunting skills. But I had forgotten the warning about the fox that had been seen, that had not yet been chased off. So as I hunted threw Windclan, I was surprised when a fox attacked me. I had known I was going to die, I had known that I alone couldn't take on the fox. But I fought anyways, every tooth and claw! But it wasn't enough. The foxes claws had raked down the side of face down to my neck (the same scar from the description). I was rendered unconscious. Surprisingly however I had not been killed. I woke several days later in the medicine cats den to discover that my mother and father had saved me. My mother had died. But my father was able to chase the fox away and drag me back to camp before he went for my mother. When he came back he died only hours later.

The weight of there lose devastated me and ever since I have frowned upon the day I became a warrior, angry at myself that I had not sad anything. But life goes on and so did I. However the fox left me with a scar, one that always reminds me. As does the damage it did to my voice. </blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Strutting around like a rooster, silver fur flashed threw the tall grass. A single black speckled tail rising high above the sea of brown, Smoothstep couldn't have been more happy with himself. He had caught three rabbits and two mice and it was only a little past sun-high. Pushing his way out of the thick tall grass, he breathed deeply, giving a toothy grin. He'd hunt once more before talking his catch back to the clan. With that happy thought in mind he started forward only to be brought down from behind.

Fox!

Yowling furiously, the tom withered, hissing in pain when teeth meet his scruff. Managing to roll free, the tom spun on his attacker, staring up into the beady black eyes of the fox. It's red fur, bristled and it's teeth glistening as it snarled. He couldn't win this battle, and there was no where he could run! The only tree's where behind the fox!

How could he have forgotten the warring of a fox! He was so stupid!

The fox lunged, jaws open. Smoothstep danced back striking out with his claws, the fox jerked back with a growl but was leaping forward once again almost instantly. Jumping to the side, he leaped at it, bitting into it's leg, his back legs kicking and scratching at the foxes side. Claws met the toms back and he was jerked from the fox, teeth digging into his scruff once more, the fox viscously shook his head. Hissing and spitting, the young warrior struggled, raking his claws along the Fox's muzzle.

He was flying, then falling. Landing on the ground with a hard thud, his breath left him. And as he struggled to regain his paws, the fox advanced, it's claws swiping quickly down his face. Smoothstep jerked away, the foxes claws narrowly missing his eye. Falling once more, pain burned threw his face and his vision became dotted in black.

The last thing he saw was the foxes glistening teeth.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Because of the wound he recived from the fox his voice is kind of small, and he doesn't talk much because it pains him.</blockquote>

Cat's Name: Freepaw
Cat's Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ShadowClan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance: <blockquote>She was gifted with an elegantly slim graceful and muscular build. She as a long narrow head and a straight profile, her eyes a brilliant amber are almond shaped, and her ears are large. Unlike the rest of her fur, the fur on her long tail is long, and her paws are webbed, like many Shadowclan cats. Her fur is cream colored, brown trickling on her tail and face.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Though her appearance seems perfect her attitude is not. Cursed with a strong impulsiveness, that more then not, leads the young cat into trouble, Freepaw can be a handful. Her spontaneous and free-willed ways are the bane of her existence, yet also the gift of her life. She's a cat who's proud of who she is and not afraid to say whats on her mind. But aside from being sharp-tongued she's also hot-tempered. Walking around without control, it's easy to set fire to her temper but hard to put it away. Goes to show she's without patience or care for most things, however, she is ardent to her clan leader and deputy if not the rest of her clan mates.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>I'm a pure blooded Shadowclan cat and I'm proud of it! I was born here eight moons ago, and in that time all I've seem to have done is get in trouble! I can't help it that I have strange impulse to do bad things, it may be my fault for acting on them, but I can't help that either, them seem like good ideas before I get in trouble! Anyways me and my sister Wisepaw, more like Coldpaw, were born to two Shadowclan warriors, our mother Shadefoot, and our father Deathgaze. But I don't care much for them! We never saw our father much as kits cause he never came to visit us, me and Wisepaw only found out who he was cause our mother told us! The only favor she ever did for us, other then feed us! She acted like she didn't care for us at all as kits or now as apprentices. but that's okay I don't need her.

When my and Wisepaw became apprentices (one the same day) it was the best! Getting our new names and stuff, I can't wait to start training!</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Okay I changed the name

Cat's Name: Wisepaw
Cat's Age: 8 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ShadowClan
Position: Apprentice
Appearance: <blockquote>Unlike her beautiful sister, Freepaw, Wisepaw is quite plain. She's large and muscular (bulky even), her chest and shoulders are broad, with a very supporting neck and wedge-shape head. Her fur is fine and short a dark shade of gray, that's not quite black, ticked white. Her underside, including her chest, chin and paws are white also (a small white stripe between her eyes).</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Just like in there looks, they have many differences in there personality as well. Unlike her Impulsive sister, Wisepaw is Wise, like her name states. Observant, this cat is more keen to her surroundings and the others in it then most, however she has little patience for anyone (other then her sister). Her cold and frigid heart is closed off to all (except her sister), however, she puts up a false peppy attitude when others are around. Just like her sister, however, she can be sharp-tongued when provoked as well as hot tempered. But she unlike her sister, has a great deal of patience and control over herself. Though her sister is ardent to there clan leader and deputy, Wisepaw feels no such loyalty to anyone (except her sister... again).</blockquote>History: <blockquote>She was born here in Shadowclan, her father a distant stranger, her mother only there to feed her and her beloved sister. They were nothing to there mother and she is nothing to them, Wisepaw wasn't sure about her sister, Freepaw. She gets into so much trouble, Wisepaw sometimes think she does it to get attention from their parents. But she won't talk about them if Wisepaw ever bring them up, and thats okay cause she hate talking about then. But days as a kit were boring, they keep us confided to camp, as if she need confinement! She knew how to fight at an early age and she was never afraid to use her claws or teeth on her own clan mates to practice. She watched the warriors keenly, she memorized all she could from them. However the she could never seem to stomach the company of the other cats, never understood why, but she doesn't.

Boring kit life past quickly for her, for which she was glad, now as an apprentice she could get out of camp and be alone.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

That's one crazy situation, I'd say I know what you're going through but I don't cause I don't date. But I do have advice, because I have had a friend turn on me before.

Dealing with the boy, I'd get up in his face and tell him whats what or public humiliate him somehow. Pull some kinda prank (if you don't mind getting into trouble). Like I said never had any experience in that area, but I hope the idea's are helpful.

As for the girl, beat the crap out of her. That's all I can say on that, cause that's all I'd do. ;)

Hope I helped and I hope the situation clears soon for you. :)

Okay my soon to be cat Wisepaw of Shadowclan is really complex, and I thought it would be fun to get her a friend (later on he'd become her mate) because she's got that "I hate every one but my sister attitude!"
I got many plans for her and her sister Freepaw. But with Wisepaw I'm not sure if she's going to stay with the clan long because she doesn't really like anyone there. So if someone has a loner, that would be fine.
The only two conditions here are that they have to either Shadowclan, or a loner, and they better be pretty tough or persistent if there gonna win her heart. ;)
Muhahaha hope you like a challenge!
*Coughs* Sorry about that, anyways, here's some info about my Wisepaw.

[size=3]Wisepaw:[/size]
Personality- She's very wise and observant, with a great deal of patience. She's cold to others (except her sister) but she acts peppy to her other clan mates (not to other clans however), so they will think her nice. She is loyal to only her sister. When provoked she is sharp-tongued and hot-tempered.
Description- She's real quite plain. Large, muscular (bulky even), her chest and shoulders are wide. Her fur is fine and short a dark shade of gray, that's not quite black, ticked white. Her underside, including her chest, chin and paws are white also (a small white stripe between her eyes).
History- Not really sure if this is important but heres a small summary of it any way. Her mother was cold and distant to her and her sister, and they only knew who there father was because there mother told them one day. She doesn't like either of her parents (she don't seem to like any one!), loves only her sister (for now ;D)

Well that was only a small summary of my little Wisepaw, if you want the whole effect of her coolness you'll have to go and read her amazing bio. ;)

OOC:
Squeezing in

IC:
Racing across the flat moorland, wind stinging his oval green eyes, flattening his silver fur. Ears flattened, teeth bared, Smoothstep bound into the battle scene with a fierce battle cry, ramming into the side of the male loner.

How dare someone attack his clan-mates!

Thoughts clouded with fury, the Windclan tom lashed out recklessly with his claws.

Sorry about that
I fixed it
And no this isn't my first bio

I wasn't sure where exactly to put this, but finally I decided to put it here because it doesn't seem to fit anywhere else. So here it goes!
I already have a cool future ahead for Freepaw's sister Wisepaw, but now it's time for Freepaw, my true Shadowclaw cat! But hers is much more exciting then her sisters. What I want to happen is for Freepaw to be out hunting alone and come upon a band of rouges, loners (any cat that isn't a clan cat). They capture her and take her to there lair, she's kept in good health (not that she cares she still made as heck). Anyway, she'd fall in love with one of her captors (wow that's crazy!). But it's not to last, she's saved by a large group of Shadowclan cats and whisked away to her home. However all she can think about is the cat she fell in love with.
That's what I want to happen, but her sister will tell her it's not real love, but Freepaw knows that it might not have been at first, but it is now.
Yeah I know she'll try sneaking out to see him, try and find him. But I'm not sure how that'll work out.

But... She'll be just as difficult to win over as her sister hahahahahahaha
*Sighs* Don't you just hate it when little red voice come out of know where?
*Cough* Anyways, the only real condition here is that you can't be in any clan. Now here's some info on my cute babe Freepaw

[size=3]Freepaw:[/size]
Personality- Cursed with a strong impulsiveness, that more then not, leaders her into trouble, Freepaw can be a handful. She's spontaneous and free-willed, a cat who's proud of who she is and not afraid to say whats on her mind. Aside from being sharp-tongued she's also hot-tempered, walking around without control, it's easy to set fire to her temper but hard to put it away. She's without patience.
Description- Slim, elegant yet muscular build. Almond shaped amber eyes. Short fur (the fur on her tail is long). Her fur is cream colored, brown ticked on her tail and face.
History- Born in Shadowclan, her father a stranger, her mother cold. She and her sister had only each other and they shut out most of the world around them.

Haha! That's only a taste of my Shadowclan babe, if you want more you gotta read her bio ;)

My favorite was Tallstar lol
Windclan rules!
But I voted for Bluestar she's my next favorite :)

Cat's Name: Terror
Cat's Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Terror is a strong and powerfully built cat, with strong hindquarters and large, well rounded paws. His stocky build sets him apart from his brothers and sister who are all slimier and shorter. His large wide eyes, are yellow, a scar running over his left eye. His fur is long and thick, silver in color with black ticking, his small torn ears are white.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>From the moment of his birth this cat has been nothing but cold-blooded and demented, not bothering to hid it from those around him; Terror loves scaring and tormenting others, even those in his own family! Not having any patience or control of any sort in his nature he tends to be quite unpredictable, and dangerous to those around him. His vindictive ways combined with his easily triggered temper is a sight commonly seen, since many things tend to push this cat over the edge. Without much thought to his actions, Terror jumps into most things rashly (all brawns, no brains), however his "friends" think quite allot up there. Love, a happy peacemaker, and Murder, a plan-making killer. However, despite his craziness and his tendency to talk to himself, he is madly in love and devoted to Kill (his sister 0.0).</blockquote>History: <blockquote>He along with he's brothers and sister were born in the cold months of winter, their mother (Dashheart), had been left to defend herself by their father, a loner they have never met and must likely wouldn't. However they survived, all accept their mother that is. Seeing her too soft hearted, Terror and his brother Fatal killed her, it was for her own good, she would never have survived much longer anyway. It was a kind thing they did for her. Terror and her family stayed together, training, playing, hunting. Killing others. It seemed they all had that in common, killing others. They loved it, craved it. Except they all seemed bound to each other, and so they left one another alive, yet always there was a suspicion that the other would turn on them. All except Kill. Terror loved her, something he had never thought capable. She is the only reason he stays with the family, because she refuses to leave. She is their leader, and Terror would do anything for her. However no one must know of his love for her, Murder says they won't accept it.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>His "firends" Love and Murder are his split personalities.</blockquote>

Sorry I should I have been more specific
Love and Murder are his split personalities, this cat is totally whacked

Cat's Name: Fatal
Cat's Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Small in size and slim in build, Fatal is shorter then the rest of his kin, but this doesn't stop him from being the fastest of the four however. With a head that is taller then wide, erect ears, and a long slender neck. The back of his ears have ocelli, a central light band bordered by black; His short tail has black rings with a solid black tip. Black "tear-streak" markings run from the corner of his eyes down to the sides of his nose and whiskers. The rest of his fur is a warm brown and tan, with black and dark brown spots; His muzzle is white and his nose his pink (out-lined in black). His boomerang shaped eyes are a light brown. Two vicious scars running along his left flank.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Like his brother before him, Fatal, is quite demented. Murmuring to himself, having sudden outburst's of rage, he too has no control over himself it seems. But however demented he is, he does not lack in intellect; This scheming tom seems to have many great plans for himself and his family. But aside from that, he has a deep sense of love toward his kin, an unwavering bond that on occasion shakes him into sanity. He tends to be receptive, giving him wider rangers of thought, unlike his narrow-minded brother Savage. There are times when he can be a total push over, but this is only when he is lost in his thoughts. And dispite his demented ways he has a soft spot for kits.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>He was born in winter, a cold and isolated place in the middle of nowhere. But they survived, growing strong quickly; However seeing his mothers soft-heart Fatal and Terror killed her. They did it out of love, knowing her soft-hearted ways would one day get her killed. After wards the four stayed together, there leader was there youngest sister, Kill. She wanted them to stay together, "a family is only strong when they are one," she had said. He understood, he himself believed that and secretly he plotted a way to get him and his family into a larger position of power. A few moons after they moved to a new home, they were attacked by a badger, one that managed to rake it's claws down Fatals side (the same scars in the description). Ever since he has hated Badgers.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Cat's Name: Savage
Cat's Age: 14 moons
Gender: Tom
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>His body, thought short, is solid and muscular with a broad chest. His face, scared to the point were he is no longer handsome or even pretty to look at. He inherited there mothers medium long white fur; But he also inherited one of her blue eyes, his right eye is blind. His left eye is the same golden color his fathers eyes are. His nose is a bright pink.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Being narrow-minded is one of the many fall backs with this tom, along with his lack of brains. However unlike his younger brothers, Fatal and Terror, he has sanity and strength. But he does have the same uncontrollable temper his brothers have and loves taking it out on poor unsuspecting clan cats, who for some reason he resents. Savage doesn't seem to know right from wrong, or doesn't seem to care; His loathsome and immoral ways earn him many enemies (defiantly not alot of friends). He has a deep suspicion of every one around him, and often accuses his family of betraying him, yet he also feels a deep bond of love for them; For that reason he stays with them.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>He was born with his siblings in the cold months of winter, there mother a loving and caring rouge; His father a stranger. As he grew, however, he stopped caring or needing his mother. So when Fatal and Terror killed her he did not object, like they said it was for her own good. Having had a little more control of himself when he was younger and having a great love for mischief he would wonder the clan territories. It was there he met a young Windclan apprentice (Tornpaw), he fell in love with her, and she lead him to believe the same. However, on the day they were to run away together he stumbled upon her with another loner watching as she pledged her love to him also. In a rage he killed his love and the loner. Ever since then he has cursed the name of all other she-cats (except his sister).</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Name: Halftail
Activity Level: High
Character Wanted: Kit four
Desired Name of The Character: Redkit/Redpaw/Redpool

So do I have to go and make a bio for her/him?

oh okay cool
have they been born yet?

Cat's Name: Kill
Cat's Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>Kill is a small cat, yet muscular and agile; Her head is round and wide with a medium short blunt tapered muzzle. Her eyes, which are a bright green, are oval and set wide and her ears are broad and like her eyes set wide. Her appearance is to ruff to be called beautiful, but she's not far from it. Her coat is short and tight to the body, black in color.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Unlike the rest of her family, Kill knows patience and compassion, however, she doesn't bestow them upon strangers. She is unusually open-mined, and totally in control of herself (this sometimes makes her seem cold and refined), she is a born leader. All of who she is is wrapped up in her honor and pride, which is very easily injured. She has only one trait similar to her brothers and that is her anger, when unleashed it could put theres to shame; However it is hard to accomplish such a task as unleashing her anger. She has a sense of duty in keeping her family together and seeing that they rise to power, she also feels it a duty to keep them from each others throats. She has an unwavering loyalty to her family and a deep love for them also.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>She was born in the cold months of winter, her siblings and her left alone with there mother by there father. They grew up quickly, Kill never having liked her mother from the start. To soft for such a cruel world. When Fatal and Terror killed her, she didn't have anything to say. She felt bound to keep the small family together when they came of age to go there separate ways and so using her great leader abilities she persuaded them to stay. Over many moons now a deep bound as connected them alone with a deep suspicion.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

As the loners claws raked across his face Smoothstep jerked back with a hiss before once again ramming into the loner, trying to push him from the territory.

What were these loners crazy? Why didn't they run, they were outnumbered.

"Get out of here!" he hissed.

Sorry Applechessecake, I already accept O.J's cat. But thanks anyways :)