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Cat's Name: Tempeststorm
Cat's Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>Tempeststorm is a rather small she-cat, even keeping in the consideration that she is from WindClan. Her paws are small and rounded, perfect for moving in places where keeping your footing is limmited and necessary. Her face is slightly angular, as well as her ears, which are tapered to a gentel point. Her coloing is the basic for most calicos'. Its the same black, white and honey gold color palet, Her face is mostly white, with black and brown framing the snowy white color. Her back and sides are covering in the intricate patterns that come with being a calico. Her eyes are a light, new grass green, that seem to be able to weasle even the smallest bit of information from the toughest cats, in the right situation.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Tempeststorm isn't the shy type. Though. She can act it if the situation calls for it. Normally, she seems quite blunt and uncaring. She tells things like they are. Anything less than that she considers a waste of her time. But. In truth. She is a sweet kitty, whom, fears what others think of her. So. She hides it behind her 'outer personality'. </blockquote>History: <blockquote>Tempeststorm doesn't have much of a hisory, or. Atleast one she doen't consider wasting her time telling. But. She decided, that his time. She might retell her life so far.

Kithood-
Tempest was born in WindClan to a queen named Silvertail and a warrior named Blackfur. She had two older siblings and one younger, named Graykit and Shadowkit and Moonkit. Graykit and Shadowkit did not survive leafbare. Snowkit was the runt of the litter, and was born with breathing problems that made the odds of her surviving nearly impossibe. However, she pulled through the difficult leafbare and was made an apprentice at the age of six moons, although she was much smaller than the other apprentices her age.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote>Tempeststorm crept through the undergrowth, her belly brushing against the dead foliage under her paws, making a slight rustling sound. Her eyes glowed with what little light that had managed to wiggle its way down into the small, forested area on the moore. She parted her jaws and scented the air. Mouse. She moved alil faster. Suddenly she jumped forward, pouncing, She took the helpless creature and tossed it in the air, enjoying its crys. Finally she felt bored with her toy and killed the tiny thing, snapping its spine easily. </blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote>Please excuse some of the names in the history~ I looked at the name list, but. I never thought to check for names for her history~. Also. The link to her picture is here - http://i287.photobucket.com/al…winjodi/Animals/tippy.jpg</blockquote>

Tempeststorm poked her head rom he warriors den, her pointed ears swiveling forward to catch the conversation. Grimmacing, she squeezed from the den, shaking and scrap moss from her fur. s she approached the small group, she mewed in a semi-friendly tone, "Hey there~." She was hardly ever an outwardly nice cat. Most of the time, she was a 'tell it like it is' cat, who, at a young age, decided it was a waste of time to sugarcoat every little thing.

Tempeststorm looked over at Lostdream, startled. "Did I say something wrong?" she asked, her tail tip twitching, ears flicking back and forth.

Tempeststorm dipped in her head in greeting, "Hey Gravelfox." she mewed. "I have no idea, whatsoever. I just said hello. And he exploded." her leaf-green eyes were wide in wonder, her tail twitching still. "Maybe smeone else said something awhile ago?" she asked.

Cat's Name: Frostwave
Cat's Age: 24 Moons
Gender: She-Cat
Alliance: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: <blockquote>A slender figure, covered in ebony flame, is the first thing other see, when other glimpse this dark she-cat. Eyes, a bright, iceblue, beam in the dark, moonlit nights. She is smaller than most she-cats, leaving her a head shorter than most of the normal, sized tom-cat, With the wide-set ears of a mongrel she had a somewhat charming appearance, yet behind that wide-eyed bouncy exterior a calculating, restless mind resides. Her paws are normal sized for a cat of her stature. In otherwords. Small and delicate. Dispite how small she is. Her legs are quite long, and her tail, long like a black snake. Her eyes are slightly more angled, giving her a more elegant look to her. They, are also, a vivid blue color. Almost like the ocean, in a calm, shallow spot. Or the sky on a clear, cloudless day.</blockquote>Personality: <blockquote>Frostwaves nature is diplomatic and charming. Frostwave has an idealistic and generally peace loving nature. She is easygoing and sociable, in general. On the other side of the scale, she is known to be indecisive and changeable, gullible and easily affected.
Frostwave is gifted with a strong sense of justice and fair play, and has fine analytical abilities. She is known to be objective and impartial in making judgment calls. She does not suffer fools gladly and anyone who challenges her decisions or opinions is considered a fool. She is more interested in making friends than enemies, is willing to go along, to get along and therefore will usually do whatever it takes to maintain a relationship.
Frostwave is sensitive to others and understand the emotional needs of her associates. She is optimistic and cheerful, and has an ability to charm and delight her friends and acquaintances. Very sociable, she abhors cruel or vicious actions, and shys away from vulgar and offensive behavior. She dislikes scenes, and will often go out of her way to avoid conflict. She prefers to cooperate and compromise, and will give up, even when she feels she is in the right, rather than put up with the ordeal of an argument. Discord makes her totally insecure, and uncomfortable. She needs and want harmonys in her life, and will do whatever it takes to have it.
The more negative Frostwave character can be frivolous, flirty and quite shallow. In romance she can be indulgent to the point of hedonistic. Frostwave shadows can be changeable and indecisive; impatient of routine; boringly conventional and timid; and easygoing to a point of annoyance to more energetic folk. Because she is slow to anger, she will shock everyone around her with her sudden outbursts of rage.</blockquote>History: <blockquote>Frostwave doesn't have much of an interesting history. But. Lets see what we can dig up shall we?

As a younger kit, Frostwave was always the quiet one. Aways the witness, never the culprit. She prefered to sit on the sidelines and watch all the other kits play, and bounce around. Frostwave, never had many friends because of that. While the other kits were out adventuring, or messing with the warriors or apprentices, Frostwave would be in the nursery, sleeping, or sitting just outside, playing by herself, or with one of the few kits who bothered to stick around and be her friend. At least for awhile anyways. She never really had any life-long friends. Merely acquaintances.</blockquote>Roleplay Sample: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>Comments/Other: <blockquote></blockquote>

Tempeststorm shook her head, "No I'm sorry I don't. I just now got over here, and he exploded." she gazed back at Ravenpelt, leafgreen eyes scincere. She turned back to Gravelfox, "You really should go get your paw looked at. It would be a shame if it got infected." her voice carrying the tone of a stern mother.

Tempestsorm laughed, her tail curling around her small paws, ears flicking in amusement, "Thats what your supposed to do on your own Little Duckling.~" she replied, eyes dancing with laughter.

I have a kitty whom needs a mate~

Tempeststorm- Currently 24moons
She needs a tom from WindClan
A tom that won't be phased by her seemingly uncaring and blunt outer personality, but can crack her shield and manage to get down to her heart, and unearth her sweeter, more shy side.
She is a small, calico she-cat with small, paws. Her eyes are a light, pale green of new leaves or fresh grass in the spring.
It might be best if she had a mate that was about her age, --about 20ish moons-- or older. ;x; She might scare or discourage some of the younger warriors.

If possible, I'd like for an experianced roleplayer to play her mate please~

Link to her bio...

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:3 He sounds perfect for Tempeststorm~

If you want, I can pull her from the thread she is in now, or you can join in f you like~ --Thread Name : We Don't Take No For a Anwser(open) -- Click Me~

Frostwave seemed to melt out from the shadows of the trees, her blue eyes sparkling, as she padded silently up to Blueblood. "Hello Little Duckling.~" She mewed, using a nickname she reserved only for close friends.

Frostwave laughed, "I would love to be in the nursery for a long while~. With all the sweet litte kits crawling all over you.~" her tail waved in amusement, ears flicking back and forth.

"Indeed~" She meowed, laying down on her belly, rolling onto her back and letting the sun that managed to wiggle its way down through the trees hit her stomache, purring as the warmth from the suns rays washed over her.

Frostwave nodded in agreement, lookig up at her friend, twisting to where she didn't look upsidedown. "I agree. Its just too cold for comfort."

Frostwave rolled to her paws, "Yes~ Lets~" she mewed, paws itching in excitement of a hunt. She lifted her muzzle, scenting the air, searching for any hint of prey to be found is the marshy, pine forest

Tempeststorm laughed at Gravelfox, "Indeed you shall have to learn to swim on your own.~ But. then again. Aren't they supposed to know how to swim from birth?" She turnd her attention to Tanglestripe, the mischivious glint still in her grass-green eyes. "I have no idea what happened to Robinpaw. All I sad was hello. And he exploded." her tail waved in amusement, "I do say though. He has one heck of a temperment~" her voice was light and airy.

She smiled at Tanglestripe, then tried to turn her attention back to Ravenpelt. She wasn't successfull though. Her green gaze kept straying back to the large tom. She had seen him around camp, and had probably been on a patroll or two with him before aswell. But they had never really had a conversation that stretched beyond 'Hi,' and 'Bye.'

Tempeststorm's ears perked up giving her the look of an attentive guardian, her tail curled around her delicate paws. She sat strait up, not seeming to want to look like she was too small. Infact. Looking at the big picture. she was the smallest, next to the apprentice, Robinpaw, whom had just stormed off. And even then the young apprentice was nearly as big as she was.

Finally giving up on focusing on Ravenpelt, she turned her penatrating gaze back on Tanglestripe, tipping her head to the side slightly. "So." she mewed, "How was your day?" she tried to start a conversation with him. Unfortunatly, this wasn't one of strong points. She normally just waited for the other to start so she could finish.

Tempeststorm's ears turned ike little radars towards Robinpaw. Tail fluffing out, she shot to her paws, darting over to the young apprentice. Hissing she looked him over and grabbed his scruff gently, trying to haul the young cat the rest of the way to the medicine den. But. seeing as the tom was just as big as her, she was presented with a delima.

[[:3 This thread. Is getting interesting~~~]]

Tempeststorm offered to let the apprentice lean on her, her eyes holding only a tint of fear, all else was pure calmness. Her tail was still fluffed up in anxiety, the fur along her spine bristled with stress. "How did this happen?" she asked the apprentice, her voice commanding like a mentor, or a fearful mother.

[[xDD Seems to happen to me alot. ^^~ Call me Flowa or Onyx~--._. or any variations of those you can come up with-- If you would like~ Ne?~]]

Frostwave purred quietly in admiration, "Nice catch~" she mewed quietly, her ears perking as she scented a raven nearby. Flicking her tail to indicate where the bird was, she crouched down. Creeping forward untill she was but pawsteps from the feathered creature. She hurled herself at the bird, killing it quickly before it could send an alarm call, purring in satasfaction.

Frostwave stared at the spiraling flakes being kicked up by the light wind, enchanted. As soon as the brilliant white crystals settled. She lifted her head, listening and scenting for more prey. Her ears pricked, she turned her head to each side, blue eyes taking on a wary, watching look. "Its to quiet..." she whispered, tail tip twitching.

Tempeststorm sat a bit away from where Robinpaw had been, stretching to reach the blood he had left on her fur. She flicked her ears as Gravelfox left. She grinned brightly, "We all know who he's going to get.~" She chimed, forcing her voice to sound cheery. But it was easily seen through, like a thin fog. It held a flat, note, giving her away. She winced, and tried to start a conversation with Tanglestripe, trying to hide her embarassment.

Tempeststorm looked around the clearing, trying to find something to occupy her eyes. But, she decided to give up looking around, and trained her gaze on the tom, her tail curled about her paws. "I wonder what we might catch," she mewed, forcing that cheerful note back into her voice, trying to keep him from worrying about her.

She looked over at the kits Tanglestripe was looking. She smiled slightly, as she watched the little kits tumble and play. The little ones didn't seem to have a worry in the world. Most of her friends, by now, had mates and either were expecting kits, or had their own within the playing group. Her gaze was wistful as she looked on.