Post by blair on Feb 23, 2008 8:56:04 GMT -5
Greetings, My name is Thunderdance
I dance in the way of a She-Cat
I am around... 30 moons old
My life would be given for MoonClan
Being a Warrior is my life
Let's see, My Reflection in the river is kind of odd... The odd twolegs admire my lovely white pelt, with nice gray markings, and call me something of a Norwegian Forest Cat. I never understood that, especially the Norwegian bit. Forest and Cat is understandable, after all I'm wild and untameable. My pelt is a snowy white, striped with faded misty stripes of gray, and with deeper striped of gray, yet my chest and underbelly remains a pure white. My optics are a deep, wild green with flames of silver sparking them in moonlight, otherwise seeming quite casual.
I always Act a lady, ever since kithood, yet some part of me feels jealous to the She-Cats who are always wild and roguishly, ferocious warriors, and someone you'd never want to meet in battle. I always follow the warrior code with my life, and the polite-ness rules your mother taught you as a kit? That's like my life code. Some say I swear upon it, but I just like to be respectful and kind. The only part I need to keep tame is my sarcastic side, when someone says an especially silly comment, I cannot help but retort it in a same way silly manor. It bugs me when I do this though, because I cannot help but think if it'd hurt their feelings. I'm a scaredy-cat in all beings, though my heart begs me to take a risk. I cannot. I can sometimes be very over protective to those I love... but I have reasons, you'll see.
My History is quite usual, except for some bits.
Kithood My kithood went as all kithoods do, except for a little bit. My father once told me before going out to fight a large battle between the clans, that if he never comes back, it was my responsibility to care for my mother and two sisters. I took this seriously, as one should, and when he never came back (or he did so, his spirit ready to go to StarClan) Since then, I guess, I've felt pretty guilty... It was odd that he told me this, and not one of my other sisters. I guess, he thought I was the strongest out of them. He must've been wrong...
Apprentice Days... Where lovely, until right around my warrior ceremony, my mother was already an elder, and as above, I'd give my life for her. She died of old age one day, one of the younger elders told me, and I with them got the honors of burying her, and standing vigil besides her body all night. I was sad though, as my father gave me the responsibility of protecting her. Later though, my father relieved me of my stress when he visited me, and told me him and my mother where very happy together in StarClan, but to keep a watchful orb on my sisters, danger was approaching. Like most, I was very wary.
Warrior-ness My father is never wrong, I believe I could've been more wary. A great war came, and both my sisters where called, and I was there. Foolishly, I positioned myself far off, helping the medicine cat by protecting her from being ambushed by warriors of other clans, when my sisters where attacked by two warriors from another clan. They died. Now though, anyone I love has to understand my deep protectiveness... Sometimes I scare even me,
Let's see... My kin...
Mother;MoonClan;Passed Away
Father;MoonClan;Passed Away
Sister1;MoonClan;Passed Away
Sister2;MoonClan;Passed Away
Pictures of me...
farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/1790436622_4c68de3bb4.jpg
farm3.static.flickr.com/2079/1789457921_78218efd0a.jpg
My secret is Poison Tears Crash Down
[/center][/size][/color][/size]I dance in the way of a She-Cat
I am around... 30 moons old
My life would be given for MoonClan
Being a Warrior is my life
Let's see, My Reflection in the river is kind of odd... The odd twolegs admire my lovely white pelt, with nice gray markings, and call me something of a Norwegian Forest Cat. I never understood that, especially the Norwegian bit. Forest and Cat is understandable, after all I'm wild and untameable. My pelt is a snowy white, striped with faded misty stripes of gray, and with deeper striped of gray, yet my chest and underbelly remains a pure white. My optics are a deep, wild green with flames of silver sparking them in moonlight, otherwise seeming quite casual.
I always Act a lady, ever since kithood, yet some part of me feels jealous to the She-Cats who are always wild and roguishly, ferocious warriors, and someone you'd never want to meet in battle. I always follow the warrior code with my life, and the polite-ness rules your mother taught you as a kit? That's like my life code. Some say I swear upon it, but I just like to be respectful and kind. The only part I need to keep tame is my sarcastic side, when someone says an especially silly comment, I cannot help but retort it in a same way silly manor. It bugs me when I do this though, because I cannot help but think if it'd hurt their feelings. I'm a scaredy-cat in all beings, though my heart begs me to take a risk. I cannot. I can sometimes be very over protective to those I love... but I have reasons, you'll see.
My History is quite usual, except for some bits.
Kithood My kithood went as all kithoods do, except for a little bit. My father once told me before going out to fight a large battle between the clans, that if he never comes back, it was my responsibility to care for my mother and two sisters. I took this seriously, as one should, and when he never came back (or he did so, his spirit ready to go to StarClan) Since then, I guess, I've felt pretty guilty... It was odd that he told me this, and not one of my other sisters. I guess, he thought I was the strongest out of them. He must've been wrong...
Apprentice Days... Where lovely, until right around my warrior ceremony, my mother was already an elder, and as above, I'd give my life for her. She died of old age one day, one of the younger elders told me, and I with them got the honors of burying her, and standing vigil besides her body all night. I was sad though, as my father gave me the responsibility of protecting her. Later though, my father relieved me of my stress when he visited me, and told me him and my mother where very happy together in StarClan, but to keep a watchful orb on my sisters, danger was approaching. Like most, I was very wary.
Warrior-ness My father is never wrong, I believe I could've been more wary. A great war came, and both my sisters where called, and I was there. Foolishly, I positioned myself far off, helping the medicine cat by protecting her from being ambushed by warriors of other clans, when my sisters where attacked by two warriors from another clan. They died. Now though, anyone I love has to understand my deep protectiveness... Sometimes I scare even me,
Let's see... My kin...
Mother;MoonClan;Passed Away
Father;MoonClan;Passed Away
Sister1;MoonClan;Passed Away
Sister2;MoonClan;Passed Away
Pictures of me...
farm3.static.flickr.com/2288/1790436622_4c68de3bb4.jpg
farm3.static.flickr.com/2079/1789457921_78218efd0a.jpg
My secret is Poison Tears Crash Down
