Speedstripe_ThunderClan_Redone

[•The Speedster•]

This is all Me;;

I'm known as Speedy, you can contact me via [e-mail]; myspace.com/speedstripe; PMs

Since Birth;;

Name Speedstripe
Gender she-cat
Age 48 moons (apr. 4 years)
Family Scar=father, Spear=mother, Violet=sister(dead rogues)

Loyalty Remains;;

Clan ThunderClan
Rank Warrior
Job Hunt and defend when needed

Now What;;

Personality She's very laid back, and loves to watch younger cats learn. She loves her clan, and definately wouldn't question her loyalty to it; but she would go against the warrior code if it was the right thing to do. Her likes are kits and training, especially when the apprentice has gotten good and they can have a skilled battle. She's has many kits in her life, and enjoy taking car of them very much. But it is a trade off from having an apprentice. She hates any cat who thinks they are better than anyone, and are always trying to have everyones attention.

History Speed grew up as a rogue, with only a sister as her sibling. Both her mother and father were mean to her; always making her do all the hunting, cleaning, and fighting. They let Violet do as she pleased, which was lay around all day and do nothing!

When Speed grew older, she wandered out into the forest, attempting to run away from her evil family. But instead she found a tom. He was perfect; nice, young, handsome. A brute every fae would love. His name was Ravencall. He was a pitch black brute, with stunning peircing blue opticals. He told me of the clans, of the ways they followed, and the cats they beleived in. It sounded interesting, and I felt the need to try it out.

Later in the seasons I found that I was pregnant with his kits. I decided then that I would join his clan, ThunderClan. I didn't want my kittens to grow up having evil kin and having to wash themselves and catch their own prey. I wanted them to live a happy spoiled life with lots of friends, and cats who cared about them around them.

Check This;;

Design stripped/blotched
Fur Color silver with white chest, paws, mask, and tail tip, and black stripes
Eye Color forest green
Paw Pad Color pink

I Lust;;

Current Mate none
Latest Litter Rosekit (dead), Preciousheart, Squealheart, Lilackit (dead), Cloverluck, Faithkit (dead), and Staticekit (dead)
Senior Kits Preciousheart, Squealheart, Cloverluck, Whisperwind, Thunderthorn

Not Least;;

Codeword shadow
RPG Sample A quivering pelt, beady eyes, a long peach tail. What could it be? A mouse of coarse. As it stood with its front paws in the air, searching for nuts and seeds, a silent silver she-cat was making her way towards it. The atmosphere was being nice and warm, with a slight breeze blowing downwind. The mouse had no clue she was coming with all the ruccus he was making in the leaves, but the sterling fae still had to be weary. Mice could feel vibrations through the ground, and if any cat, bird, or other animal came along, Speedstripe's lunch would be gone in a flash.

Luckily Speedstripe made her attack in time. It was quick, with the mouse not seeing her coming and its spine cracked before it could even blink. She quickly picked it up, her stumach rumbling with hunger. But the clan was her first priority. She was out hunting alone, not in the mood for a hunting patrol, or even having a friend around. She already had a pile of three, and she was on her way back to camp. She was the best hunter in the clan, which is where she earned her name. With her fast movements and stripes to hide in the grass, she was camofloughed perfectly.

Three catches in leaf-bare was surprisingly good. So when the deputy walked into the camp with her head held high, the cats around her made a fuss and had sparkling eyes. She just smiled at them, but kept walking. She was proud of her fantastic work, but it was slowly leaning towards the usual everyday ease. A sigh of releif floated out of her mouth as she spotted her apprentice dragging a rabbit to the queens den. The elders had already eaten before she left, and last time she check so had the medicine-cat. She was free to eat, so the fae joyfully marched her way across the camp to the fresh-kill pile. She set down her squirrel and one of her mice, but kept the other. With a smirk no her face, she walked off to sit in the sunlight with her mouse, happy for her crush was not far off.