Post by Maxxy on Oct 24, 2008 13:00:12 GMT -5
Name:
Sweetfeather
Gender:
Femme
Color:
Well, Sweetfeather is a dark red feline with a classic tabby markings. Her long haired coat has an unusual pattern. She has a white flower mark on her back, and the tip of her tail is white. Her paws are of darker red than what is on her sides, or that of what surrounds her flower mark. Her paws are of normal size and her claws are black. Sweetfeathers nose is a light pink, and her eyes are a dark forest green. They are deep and meaningful and full of spirit. Her tail is as long as her body, and is usually fluffy. Her long coat is well insulated, and keeps the cool in and the warm out in Green-leaf, and the warm in and the cool out in leaf-bare. Her ears are large and have a sharp point, to make sure everything comes to them. Her face has a tryangular shape to it and is very sharp looking, but soft at the same time.
Personality:
Sweetfeather has a great disposition in the clan, and she is well liked. Sweetfeather loves most cats like kin, and will treat everyone with respect, even the kits. Her sweet and loving disposition covers the actual fury that could be unleashed. Sweetfeather hates to fight, and would rather settle conflict with talk and resedue, but when fight comes, she is not the one to face. Being rased by foxes, she had learned many of the fox types of fighting and they come in handy. She is an amazing fighter, and will send a cat wishing he had gone to starclan, but she will usually stay clear of conflict.
Sweetfeather does not talk, for fear of actually barking. She talks with her eyes, and the cats who are close to her can understand her, but it is not impossible to learn her ways of speech. Sweetfeather purrs regularly, or some may say non-stop. She would be a great mother one day, and a loving mate.
History:
When Sweetfeather was a kit, her mother had seven kits to take care of. Sweetfeather was usually ignored and batted away, since she was the smallest. One day, when her brothers and sisters didnt let her nurse she slipped out of the back of the nursery and left the saftey of the clan. She wandered out of the territory and into a fox den. Two fox pups were there and barked alarmingly but to their surprise, Sweetkit didnt back down. When the mother entered the den, she saw Sweetkit curled up, soaking wet and shivering in a ball of fur, sleeping. The mother fox was an elder to her kind and had learned the ways of speaking cat.
Sweetkit was accepted into the fox family and was given a fox name, Flower Petal. The fox mother taught flower petal how to speak fox and raised her like a fox pup. Flower petal began to see the ways of the fox, and the ways of the clan began to slip from her mind. She spoke fox in full ways and couldnt remember what cats were, let alone how they talked.
When Flower Petal turned around seven moons old, the mother fox had begun taking her and her brothers on hunting trips, and taught her how to fight. Many times Flower had lost to her brothers when play fighting them, but after many moons of practice, she was able to take down her older and bigger brothers. Flower Petal was a full member of the Fox clan and she felt like she was home, but things were soon to change.
When Sweetfeather was sixteen moons old, her mother(Amber) told her she was a cat. She had the name Sweetkit when comming to the den, and Amber told her of the name that she would carry from now on. Sweetfeather. The blow had been hard, and she finally understood why her brothers were so much bigger than her, and why they looked different. Amber had taken her to the edge of the clan's boarders and she wandered around, and suddenly remembered her actual place as a cat. She remembered leaving and wondered why no cat had ever come to save her. Angered she went back to find her mother, but Amber was gone. Alone, Sweetfeather was forced to join the clans. She came into the camp, smelling of fox, and set the camp on alert. The leader came down and knew not of her name, nor why she smelled of fox.
When sweetfeather tried to speak, she barked, and it scared most of the clan. She then tried talking with her eyes, and the leader understood. Sweetfeather had been accepted into the clan, but never welcomed until she finaly smelled of the clan instead of full fox. But, sweetfeather never shed the entirety of ther fox scent, but she has a place within the clan. She doesnt visit her mother anymore, but she knows that her mother meant well. Now she lives in Thunderclan, a full member, with a fox scent, and a bark for speech.
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Thunderclan
Other:
Sweetfeather
Gender:
Femme
Color:
Well, Sweetfeather is a dark red feline with a classic tabby markings. Her long haired coat has an unusual pattern. She has a white flower mark on her back, and the tip of her tail is white. Her paws are of darker red than what is on her sides, or that of what surrounds her flower mark. Her paws are of normal size and her claws are black. Sweetfeathers nose is a light pink, and her eyes are a dark forest green. They are deep and meaningful and full of spirit. Her tail is as long as her body, and is usually fluffy. Her long coat is well insulated, and keeps the cool in and the warm out in Green-leaf, and the warm in and the cool out in leaf-bare. Her ears are large and have a sharp point, to make sure everything comes to them. Her face has a tryangular shape to it and is very sharp looking, but soft at the same time.
Personality:
Sweetfeather has a great disposition in the clan, and she is well liked. Sweetfeather loves most cats like kin, and will treat everyone with respect, even the kits. Her sweet and loving disposition covers the actual fury that could be unleashed. Sweetfeather hates to fight, and would rather settle conflict with talk and resedue, but when fight comes, she is not the one to face. Being rased by foxes, she had learned many of the fox types of fighting and they come in handy. She is an amazing fighter, and will send a cat wishing he had gone to starclan, but she will usually stay clear of conflict.
Sweetfeather does not talk, for fear of actually barking. She talks with her eyes, and the cats who are close to her can understand her, but it is not impossible to learn her ways of speech. Sweetfeather purrs regularly, or some may say non-stop. She would be a great mother one day, and a loving mate.
History:
When Sweetfeather was a kit, her mother had seven kits to take care of. Sweetfeather was usually ignored and batted away, since she was the smallest. One day, when her brothers and sisters didnt let her nurse she slipped out of the back of the nursery and left the saftey of the clan. She wandered out of the territory and into a fox den. Two fox pups were there and barked alarmingly but to their surprise, Sweetkit didnt back down. When the mother entered the den, she saw Sweetkit curled up, soaking wet and shivering in a ball of fur, sleeping. The mother fox was an elder to her kind and had learned the ways of speaking cat.
Sweetkit was accepted into the fox family and was given a fox name, Flower Petal. The fox mother taught flower petal how to speak fox and raised her like a fox pup. Flower petal began to see the ways of the fox, and the ways of the clan began to slip from her mind. She spoke fox in full ways and couldnt remember what cats were, let alone how they talked.
When Flower Petal turned around seven moons old, the mother fox had begun taking her and her brothers on hunting trips, and taught her how to fight. Many times Flower had lost to her brothers when play fighting them, but after many moons of practice, she was able to take down her older and bigger brothers. Flower Petal was a full member of the Fox clan and she felt like she was home, but things were soon to change.
When Sweetfeather was sixteen moons old, her mother(Amber) told her she was a cat. She had the name Sweetkit when comming to the den, and Amber told her of the name that she would carry from now on. Sweetfeather. The blow had been hard, and she finally understood why her brothers were so much bigger than her, and why they looked different. Amber had taken her to the edge of the clan's boarders and she wandered around, and suddenly remembered her actual place as a cat. She remembered leaving and wondered why no cat had ever come to save her. Angered she went back to find her mother, but Amber was gone. Alone, Sweetfeather was forced to join the clans. She came into the camp, smelling of fox, and set the camp on alert. The leader came down and knew not of her name, nor why she smelled of fox.
When sweetfeather tried to speak, she barked, and it scared most of the clan. She then tried talking with her eyes, and the leader understood. Sweetfeather had been accepted into the clan, but never welcomed until she finaly smelled of the clan instead of full fox. But, sweetfeather never shed the entirety of ther fox scent, but she has a place within the clan. She doesnt visit her mother anymore, but she knows that her mother meant well. Now she lives in Thunderclan, a full member, with a fox scent, and a bark for speech.
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Thunderclan
