Posts by Supernova750

Wintersoul slipped into the warriors' den, stretching her sore muscles after the long vigil. She gazed around at all the warriors and wished that some of her friends had survived the battle that had taken the sight from her right eye.

Wintersoul turned and spotted Dawnheart and Cloudpaw, "Hi! My eyes seen better days!"

How do I make a cat?

[br]I am a small build and sleek-furred she-cat with serene eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I am deathly afraid of water and will never enter any water, but I love family and care very much for young kits.
[br]When I was a kit our mother fell in love with a rogue tom and started seeing him in secret. Our father left to hunt him down. He did, and killed the rogue. Our mother never forgave him for this and she never came back to our Clan. I never saw her again. I was told that she had been killed by a coyote, and I only learnt the truth later.

Wintersoul let out a snort of laughter, "As good as a vigil in the middle of leaf-bare can be!" She gazed around the clearing and hoped the deep snow drifts would all melt soon.

Sign up form. Must wait for my approval to begin role-playing.

Username;
Cats name;
Gender;
Clan;
Age/Rank;
Appearance;
Personality;
History;
Other(Optional);

This is mine.
Username; Supernova750
Cats name; Ivythorn
Gender; She-cat
Clan; ShadowClan
Age/Rank; New warrior
Appearance; Pale gray tabby with white spots and icy blue eyes
Personality; Gentle and loving among family/friends, VERY strong fighter, fierce fighter, quick to make decisions
History; Half-clan (RiverClan/ShadowClan) daughter of Hawkfrost and Tallpoppy. Seduced into Dark Forest training at the age of kit by her father and grandfather, doesn't know StarClan
Other(Optional); Wishes to one day become ShadowClan's leader but has a soft spot for her father's clan (RiverClan).

I did daughter of Hawkfrost so be imaginative! I don't care if you mess up timelines or if you want your character to be someone like Firestar's son/daughter or Spottedleaf's brother/sister etc.

Wintersoul glanced around, wanting to go find herself a nest and sleep for a moon but she nodded and padded over to Dawnheart, offering an uncertain smile.

"No, I'm okay!" Wintersoul mewed quickly, pushing away her tiredness and willing strength into her tired limbs. "Let's go. Coming Cloudpaw?"

Wintersoul smiled at Cloudpaw's eagerness and rolled her eyes in amusement. "Come on, let's go."

Wintersoul scented the air. Moments later she leaped into a thorn bush, wincing as the thorns yanked at her fur. Come on, I know you're in here. she thought as she saw a flash of gray-brown fur. Aha! Wintersoul darted out a paw, snapping the squirrel's neck quickly. She fought herself free of the thorn bush and back into the open with the fresh-kill dangling from her jaws.

Wintersoul quickly buried the squirrel, pride filling her at Dawnheart's praise. She scented the air and reveled in the scents of the ShadowClan forest. Then she remembered how the last time she had been in this spot she had been watching her brother, Bramblepaw and her sister, Applepaw get ripped to shreds by warriors from another clan. Wintersoul flattened her ears, trying to drown out their terrified yowls in her mind.

A brown and white she-cat watched the two cats from the bushes. She had an ugly scar running across her right eye but the left eye was sharp as a jay's eye. The she-cat carries the scent of ShadowClan mixed with the scent of rogues. She crouched in the bushes, debating whether to reveal herself or not.

The she-cat in the bushes watched as the kit ran to the tom's side despite her injury and hesitated for a moment before padding after her. "Sorry if I startled you." she muttered uncomfortably before the kit could say anything.

The she-cat gazed at the kit uncomfortably for a moment before meowing, "My name is Wintersoul. I'm a ShadowClan warrior that was driven out when I was blamed for a murder. I didn't do it!" she added quickly. The she-cat is very young, maybe 12 or so moons old.

Wintersoul turned to the strange weeping cat and wondered what to do. I'm not a medicine cat. she thought despairingly. If only Ivythorn were here. Just thinking of her dead sister made Wintersoul cringe with grief. She hadn't killed her sister.

Wintersoul dipped her head to the kit, avoiding her gaze and followed the she-cat into the den. "What's wrong with him?" she asked, flicking her tail at the tom. She wished silently that none of the cats could see the ugly scar running across her right eye.

Wintersoul shuffled her paws uncomfortably. If hurt to be among so many cats. It reminded her of ShadowClan. ShadowClan... That was her home, not the tiny den she had made among the tree roots.

Wintersoul nodded and settled down, resting her muzzle in her paws and letting herself drift. She thought drowsily of ShadowClan and thought she could nearly smell her sister's sweet scent, the scent of the herbs that she loved so much.

(so can I just join as a regular kit or do you already have to many kits?)

Name: Ivykit
Evil/Good: A bit of both due to training in the Dark Forest before she knew any better
Gender: She-cat
Siblings: none
Appearance: Brown tabby she-kit with white spots and a long scar running across her right eye due to a fall when she was sneaking out of camp one time.
Personality: Generally easy-going with her friends but with a fierce temper when angered. Daring and adventurous and her 'adventures' generally end with her getting into trouble.

OOC-Kk thanks!

IC; Wintersoul gazed around the clearing frantically. It was once more filled with fighting cats and blood. She looked down and saw the bodies of her littermates lying at her paws. She let out a terrified screech and when she looked up the last thing she saw was a heavy paw coming towards her face, claws unsheathed. She once again felt the pain of receiving her scar and let out a yowl of agony, crouching down and hiding her muzzle with her paws.