*deep breath* And that's that!
Posts by Desertstorm1
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Character Name:
WhitepawGender:
She-catClan/Group{if any}:
ShadowClanRank{if any}:
ApprenticeAppearance:
A snowy white she-cat with one blue eye and one green eye. She is somewhat small for her age, and rather fluffy.Personality:
Whitepaw gets excited very easily, and is enthusiastic about everything. Although it takes a lot, she's the type of cat who will give the silent treatment to any who annoy her.History:
Her mother was a regular warrior of ShadowClan, and her father died before she knew him. She has no siblings. -
Ravenpaw sat silently, her blue eyes soft and wide. She was called Ravenpaw, but her fur was nothing like that. Instead, it was a pure white with only a few spots of black, almost the shape of wings.
Seeing Echopaw, the friendly she-cat bounded up to sit beside her fellow apprentice. "Hi Echopaw!" She called.
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Ravenpaw smiled softly. "Why ya all alone?" She asked curiously.
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Kat? Katnipp? Right Kat?
You know me still?
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Ravenpaw blinked, but not in repulsion. She was just confused. After all, that was no reason for anybody to ignore her. "Well that's silly." She remarked, then went quiet for a second.
"Hey, wanna go hunting? I really need more help."
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On my previous two accounts, I was either Desertstorm or dez, yeah. o3o
I keep leaving, then coming back... So I'm on my third account. BUT YOU KNOW ME!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3
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Tracking.
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Ravenpaw smiled happily then sprinted out of camp, sending up a wave of snow as she skidded to a stop. Instantly, she started sniffing for prey.
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Whitepaw limped into the medicine cat den, a thorn in her side and another in her hind right paw. Several scratches littered her small frame, obviously from branches whipping at her body.
"Hello?" The she-ct called, sitting down and twisting the lick the blood from her white side. The motion caused a severe bout of pain, and the apprentice cringed obviously. It shot her back to the moment when she had first gotten the wound, running through a bush in chase of a bird. The snow had first washed the wound, but the quickly came back to stain her fluffy fur.
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Ravenpaw stared in awe. "That was really good!" She said in amazement, her eyes wide.
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Just click on the pictures to go to their bios. Can't click, there's no bio!
No bio; no pic. Grey tabby with white. Arrogant, warring. Loves fights. Life a struggle for dominance.
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[fancypost bgcolor=; border-radius: 50px; borderwidth=0px; text-shadow: 2px 2px 5px #8bd6d2; text-align: left]t i c k i n g k i t - tickingt i m e[/fancypost][fancypost bgcolor=; borderwidth=0px; overflow: auto; padding: 5px; height: 273px; width: 230px][size=7pt]name: tickingkit - tickingtime
gender: femme
general personality: gentle, steady, calm, and straightforward.
general appearance: lilac calico with white and light yellow eyes.
detailed personality:
There really is a certain steadiness about Ticking, like a soft click of the seconds ticking away. It's always there, in the background. You don't really notice it unless you look for it. Everything this calm kitten does seems to be premeditated, a slight move in a chess game that lasts her entire life. Not that she's a plotting sort of cat. In fact, Ticking believes in fate with great strength. At the same time, she also believes that she is in control of her life.
It's that quiet faith that makes her seem so calm and relaxed. She takes in all that's around her, learns with a swift ease, and accepts the bad times with grace. Nothing really seems to surprise or upset her, but of course it does on the inside.
detailed appearance:
Her body is small and graceful, with subtle splashes of color. The muted colors are hardly more than a purplish grey color, with a few spots of orangish grey color. However, they seem to reinforce her steady, quiet nature. The only spots on her body that aren't covered with these soft colors are her paws, chest, muzzle, and eyes. Instead of being a pale purplish or orangish grey, her eyes are a pale yellow and her paws, chest, and muzzle are white. Everything about her is just so pale.
plots:
I don't really have any right now... I might later, though.
username: Desertstorm1
display: dezzie
activity: 7-8/10
muse: high
why i deserve a kitten: Not really sure, actually. I've kind of fallen in love with her as I'm writing this. I really want a StormClan cat, too, and this is the time to do it.
other: fab app ofc[/size][size=6pt]
There's a sad sort of clanking
From the clock in the hall
And the bells in the steeple too.
And up in the nursery an absurd little bird
Is popping up to say cukoo!
Cukoo! Cukoo!
Regretfully they tell usBut firmly they compel us
To say goodbye to you.So long
Farewell
Aufwiedersehn
Goodnight
I hate to go and leave this pretty sight[/size]
Pit bull. Adopted from Frenchie. Male, and entirely a blank slate. I am assuming that he speaks cat and dog?
Appearance ideas: Black and white? Tan and white? Reverse brindle with white?
Femme, also adopted from Frenchie. Blank slate personality. Luna? Appearance: silver mackerel tabby. Dreamy blue eyes. -
Character Name:
RavenpawGender:
FemaleClan/Group{if any}:
SnowClanRank{if any}:
ApprenticeAppearance:
A white she-cat with black spotting. The pattern includes shapes remarkably close in shape to wings. Her eyes are a dark grey.Personality:
She's friendly, open, caring, and sweet. She tends to enjoy the company of others and is quite chittery.History:
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The apprentice managed a smile, though she was feeling rather... Oh, it was a hard feeling to describe. Was it shame? Or helplessness? Probably a mixture of both. Her nose curled softly, catching the smell of herbs both bitter and sweet. She'd tasted both before, and neither of them were overly delicious. Oh, don't be so down. It's a good thing Frogsplash found herbs!
Unlike her, who managed to hurt herself this badly trying to catch a bird. "Yeah..." She murmured, watching him quietly.
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Love them. <3 UsingUsingUsing.
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Ravenpaw smiled. "Thanks." She mewed back, searching for prey. After a second, she caught a quick scent, and darted into a bush, returning with a young bird in her jaws. A happy purr rose in her throat.
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My... Third... Account... I hereby claim this as mine. Again. But I won't really be making as many. Retrogression, folks. ;)
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[size=20pt]I'LL BE YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL[/size][font=georgia]Character Name:
Rainkit - RainpoolCharacter Age:
3 moonsGender:
FemaleAlliance:
ShadowClanRank:
Kit - Apprentice - Warrior - ? ? ?Appearance:
When looking at Rainkit, one thing comes to mind: spring. The kind of spring that still clings to winter, so soft and quiet, with little sprigs of grass peeping up through the small remaining clumps of snow. The sky slowly warms up, hinting at warm days and beautiful skies. However, a light mist looms over the entire scene, dampening everything. It mutes the sun, giving it a buttery look instead of it's usual warm, golden glow.Her fur is the sun, a buttery cream. Not much white, really, but a there are a few patches of lighter color. As for her eyes, they are the soft sky. A bright, yet muted, blue. They glimmer with laughter, or water when hurt, but for the most part, Rainkit's eyes are guarded.
Her body is always tense, edgy. It's as if she's certain that an enemy warrior will jump out at her. Due to her fear of an attack, Rainkit is unusually agile, yet also not very strong because of it. Being unusually sickly, she also spends most of her time with the Medicine Cat.
Personality:
Rainkit is as flighty and as unpredictable as the rain. You can try and guess when it will happen, but you can never be certain. One moment she's there, the next she's gone. Unusually flighty, she never stands still. She hates to talk, and tends to actually avoid all sort of contact with other living beings. There are only a few that she feels comfortable with, and even with those she only talks when talked to. Due to the fact that she's been in the Medicine Cat den for a month now, she has a great deal of knowledge about herbs and how to treat things. On the downside to that exact same thing, she knows pretty much nothing about regular life. She's one of those cats that don't dream about being the leader of the Clan.[i]---Likes:
Watching the sunset, being outside in the rain, and being outside of the camp.
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Thanks. I legally stole it from Cefrino. x3
I certainly won't do that. xD I wasn't planning on making a SnowClan cat, but I felt kinda bad because they asked me to join a SnowClan thread... And I only had a ShadowClan cat.