Posts by Char1e

Cat's Name: Willowpool
Cat's Age: Twelve Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Loner
Position: Loner
Appearance: <blockquote>She has long-haired brown and black striped tabby fur, with white front paws, back legs, and belly. She also has a white muzzle and chest. She has a black and gray fluffy tail. She has green eyes, but they are cloudy because of her blindness.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Because of her blindness, she has very good hearing and smell. Willowpool is proud of her good senses but withholds from bragging. She is nervous around many other cats, and would prefer to have the entire forest to herself. Willowpool has the ability to reach into other cats minds and read their emotions. She is very quiet, but will speak up for herself if the need arises. Willowpool enjoys traveling and looking for herbs to use.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Willowpool's mother's name was Rainstalker, and her father's name was Halter. Rainstalker was a rouge who was banished from her clan for killing an apprentice while battle training. After she was banished, she fled to the area near a Twoleg nest, and met Halter. He was a kittypet, but was always restless around Twolegs. She and him ran away and soon found a clearing where she had Willowpaw and Volepaw. Halter and Rainstalker trained them as apprentices. She even taught them what herbs to use for what, even though Volepaw didn't care about it. Willowpaw was facinated with herbs. Rainstalker wished for her children to have the same rituals as clan cats. As Willowpaw got near to her full name, her eyesight started to fail. One moon before she was to become a warrior, she was walking back to the clearing after a hunt in the pouring rain. She neared the pool she called Fern Pool, she named it because of the ferns circling the water. Suddenly, a cat jumped on her, and hissed in her ear, "Got you!" Willowpaw thrashed and bucked to get the cat of her. When her attacker fell off, she pounced on them and landed blow after blow to their now shredded pelt. She stopped, breathing hard. Panting, she dug her nose into their fur, trying to distinguish their sent. She gasped. It was her brother, Volepaw. She nudged him trying to arouse him. But he was dead. Willowpaw yowled in grief and sprang away from him and ran away, stumbling on the occasional hole and stick. She smelled rabbit, and soon found an empty rabbit burrow where she sheltered for the night. The memory played over in her mind. Willowpaw decided to give herself her own warrior name. She chose Willowpool, remembering the pool where she killed her brother.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Willowpool sprang from the bush and onto the unsuspecting mouse in front of her. After a quick bite to the neck, she picked up the mouse from the dirt and carried it over to a low bush. The bush smelled faintly of cats. Cats, what are cats doing here, Willowpool wondered. As she sat down to enjoy her mouse, she noticed the smell did not smell like her mother of father. Or brother, she thought sadly. She stopped eating as a wave of greif fell over her. Willowpool shook off the feeling and finished up her prey.</blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>She is blind.</blockquote>

Willowpool licked the dirt out of her sore paw. She had gotten a thorn in it. Hissing with pain, she placed her paw back on the ground. I wonder if there is some herbs around here. The loner tested the air for a trace of the familiar herb scent. There it is! Willowpool padded toward the smell, tripping over the occasional branch. The loner crept through soft grass until she came up to what seemed like a cave. She sniffed. The herbs are in there!! Her whiskers detected an opening leading into the cool darkness. Mother told me about these! Its called a medicine cat's den. Willowpool warily padded through the opening. She followed the scent until the smell of herbs were overpowering. They were right in front of her now. She bent her head down in order to find the herb that would help her sore paw.

I'm confused. Can you make a cat already in Starclan? Or do you have to die?

Can you just make a cat already in Starclan? Or do you have to die?

Cat's Name: Rainstalker
Cat's Age: 20 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: Origially Riverclan. Now Starclan
Position: Rouge
Appearance: <blockquote>Rainstalker is mostly gray with black streaked on her back. She has a white muzzle, chest, front paws, and back legs. She has a light peach stripe on her forehead, leading down to her muzzle. Rainstalker has a light gray tail with a dark gray stripe across it. She has a scar on her shoulder. She is very graceful, and has light green eyes. Rainstalker is quite small, but she often uses it as an advantage in battling.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Rainstalker is often hostile to newcomers, but has a soft spot for kits. She disliked imperfect cats, like those who are lame or deaf of blind. She is always hostile to kittypets, often attacking them for no reason. Not very many cats like her, they will have to get very close to her to discover her warm side. She is harsh with her training, sometimes injuring her apprentices during battle training. Rainstalker is very proud of the scar on her shoulder.

</blockquote>History: <blockquote>When Rainstalker was an apprentice, three hostile kittypets attacked and killed her mother when hunting. Her father, distraught, ran away, and was never seen again. Then Rainstalker strived to attack every kittypet she encountered. One day she got a blind cat for her apprentice. She was furious. They went out for battle training one day, and she had the apprentice attack herself. When he did, she unleashed all her fury out on him, and killed him. Rainstalker was to shocked to think right. So she just ran away. She kept running until she came to the Twoleg Place, and there she met the kittypet Halter. The new rouge was hostile at first with him, but soon grew to like him. One day, Halter and Rainstalker ran away from the Twoleg Place and found a little clearing all to themselves. There she had Willowkit and Volekit. She persuaded Halter to train them as apprentices and soon give them warrior names. So Willowkit and Volekit became Willowpaw and Volepaw. As their "warrior ceremony" approached, Willowpaw's eyesight started to fail and eventually she was blind. Rainstalker was distraught. All she had wanted was to have two, healthy, perfect kits. One day, Willowpaw and Volepaw didn't return from hunting practice. Halter went out to search for them, and found Volepaw's body lying by what Willowpaw called Fernpool. Grief-stricken, she did not move from the clearing for days. Finally, she decided to go out and hunt. Rainstalker was stalking a mouse, so focused on her prey that she didn't hear or smell the badger that was creeping up on her. It loomed behind her and killed her with one swat of the paw.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Ok, thanks!

OOC: When I do this, it means she is thinking.

Willowpool spun around at the sound of the voice. She flattened herself to the ground in fear. "I- I was just...." Her voice trailed off. The damp scent of cobwebs floated thick in the air. This cat was injured! Injured or not, anger was flaring from this cat. She didn't have to see to realize the she-cat did not approve of her being there. What was I thinking? Waltzing into a medicine cats den. Willowpool wondered what she looked like. If I could see... "Who are you?" She called out toward the cat. Suddenly, as an idea appeared in her mind, she lowered her head. Many cats thought of her blindness as a defect. Maybe if the cat thought her strong and able, she would not attack. Summoning up her courage, she asked boldly, “Are you the medicine cat?”

Willowpool flinched at her harsh responce. She wondered why this hostile cat didn't attack her. How injured is she? I wish I could see her. "I needed herbs, and I followed their scent here." She managed to choke out. "I'll leave now." She felt fresh air near her and ran toward it. In her hurry she miscalculated and slammed her head into the cave wall around the entrance. Dazed she stepped back a little and then barged forward through the entrance. She headed for the tall grass surounding the camp, but found no comfort under her sore paw. Before she knew it, she was in the middle of the Windclan camp, her blind eyes wide in fear.

My blind loner Willowpool is looking for mate. Most preferably, a Clan cat. I want either her to join the clan with him, or him run away with her. She is twelve moons old. Here is her bio: ?topic=32932

Is Moonlight a male or female?

OOC: There wasn't a real dream from Starclan or anything, just so you know.

Willowpool walked along, lost in her thoughts. That last night she had a dream about her mother. In the dream, she was padding toward some sort of structure. When she was almost their, her mother, Rainstalker, jumped out from a bush and attacked her. After she landed a blow on her ear, she hissed, "This is what happens to unperfect cats!" Then she woke up. So here Willowpool was, stumbling along. She didn't know where she was, but she didn't care. Suddenly, she smelled the air, and there was cats in the scent! Lots of them! She sniffed again, trying to tell if any of the scents were fresh.

OOC: Do you need another cat? I don't have a Riverclan cat, but I have a loner.

"Well, Loners don't really follow the warrior code, but since my mother used to be a clan cat, I try to."

When Willowpool heard the yowl of alarm, she braced herself for the claws to score across her. Then she heard the other cat speak, a she-cat. At least not all Clan she-cats are hostile. When her savior suggested that the cat that was going to attack her, Boltpaw, escort her away, she growled, "I don't need help!" She dipped her head down as she said this, hoping the cat didn't notice that she was blind. "Where am I? What is this place?"

How old are both your cats? how many moons?

Willowpool flinched when the apprentice, Boltpaw thudded down next to her. The shove he gave her sent Willowpool sprawled out on her stomach. She stood up, trying to reasume her dignity and was about to pad away toward the entrance. Alarm rippled through her. Where is the entrance? Willowpool purposely stumbled, hoping that either Boltpaw or the other she-cat would come to help her, and lead her to the entrance.

She growled at the Boltpaw's impatience. It's not like I should be here anyway. She walked, head down, forward. Soon, she was out of the camp. She was surprised that she was wishing to go back to the camp. Even though she could not actually see the camp, she found herself wishing that she had a place to call home, and a clan to be a part of. She stopped. The thorn in her paw was throbbing. She gave herself a reason to go back. She turned around and started padding back for the camp. When she entered it she called, "Boltpaw?"

What clans are they in?

I will chose when Jet says what clan Ravenheart is in.

How about Bumbleheart, Briarstorm, and Blossomfeather? I think they sound cool. And what's with all the B's

Rainstalker scored the ground with her claws as she realized that she was dead. No! I can't be dead! My mate needs me! I can't leave Halter! And Willowpaw needs me! She sagged at the thought of her blind daughter. Rainstalker's son, Volepaw, was found, drenched in blood, covered in Willowpaw's scent. Soon after, Rainstalker realized her murderous daughter had vanished. She was distraught. One day, when she went hunting, she was hunting a mouse, a badger snuck up behind her and killed her. Rainstalker padded along what she now knew as Silverpelt, lost in her thoughts. She heard cats, and went toward them until she was close enough to eavesdrop. She listen to their conversation for a little bit, getting angrier with every word. Finally, she couldn't take it. She padded out of her hiding place, pale green eyes narrowed in fury. "What was that about worthless, crow-food eating rouges?"