Post by FIREH!! on Aug 8, 2007 9:55:44 GMT -5
[Dub Me]: Dragonwhistler
[My Gender]: Tom
: 15 moons (He is now 48 moons)
: Starclan (former Cloudclan)
: warrior
[Touch Me]: My pelt is of a hundred stars glistening at night. Golden mixing with the black always gave me the look of the night sky. My pelt is of total black with specks of yellow. My eyes are the colour of the pale morning sky, a light blue with a mix of the yellow sun rays, flashing in every once in a while. My paws are small and lithe, as is the build of my body. My tail is long and curly, able to curl around my paws and back to my back. My only weakness is that I have a bum leg that pain shoots up every once in a while.
[It's what I do]: Every day, I would wake up and stretch. Then I would step out into the morning sun and feel the rays touching every inch of my body, waking it up. I would then pad to the nursery and check on the kits, making sure nothing got to them during the night. I have always wanted kits. But I never got them, due to my unfortunate death. Then, I would go out and either hunt or patrol. I was a loyal and kind hearted warrior. I was always loved by every cat. It was hard not to like me.
[Hear my life]:
-Kithood-
I was gentle. I would play every day with the young kits who were with me. Nothing bad could ever happen to us. There, I was wrong. My sister died of Blackcough when she was only three moons. I caught it as well and almost died. But our medicine cat, Bluewhisker, saved my life. I owed every breath I took to that cat.
-Apprenticeship-
After that ordeal, I was apprenticed three moons later. My mentor, Branchtail, taught me well. But she got pregnant and became a queen. I got a new mentor. Flowerstripe. She had recently become a warrior after her litter became apprentices. Their ceremony was at the same time as mine. My friend, Skypaw, had brought back a rogue named Ice. She was nice and cute. But I could tell that Ice and Skypaw were meant to be. Ice started her training and all of us became warriors together.
-Warriorhood-
When Icepaw, Skypaw, and I all became warriors, I grew farther away from them. Icelily and Skytomb became mates and had their first litter. I was jealous. I wanted kits so bad and they had them. But then I fell in love. Her name was Shimmerflight and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We fell in love but for some reason never had kits. Then my time came to an end. This morning, I watched a kit race from camp. I chased after her and dove into the river. I saved her life but ended up inhaling a lot of water. I struggled up onto the riverbank. I lay there, dying. Starclan sent my sister, Phoenixkit, to fetch me. She lay [Hear me]: there, telling me it was alright. Then, we headed off to Starclan together.
[My family]: Pigeonfeather (Mother - Starclan), Timberfall ( Father - Starclan), Phoenixkit (Sister - Starclan), Shimmerflight (Mate - Starclan).
[Other]: nope
[Codewords]: Poison Tear Crash Down
[My Gender]: Tom
: 15 moons (He is now 48 moons)
: Starclan (former Cloudclan)
: warrior
[Touch Me]: My pelt is of a hundred stars glistening at night. Golden mixing with the black always gave me the look of the night sky. My pelt is of total black with specks of yellow. My eyes are the colour of the pale morning sky, a light blue with a mix of the yellow sun rays, flashing in every once in a while. My paws are small and lithe, as is the build of my body. My tail is long and curly, able to curl around my paws and back to my back. My only weakness is that I have a bum leg that pain shoots up every once in a while.
[It's what I do]: Every day, I would wake up and stretch. Then I would step out into the morning sun and feel the rays touching every inch of my body, waking it up. I would then pad to the nursery and check on the kits, making sure nothing got to them during the night. I have always wanted kits. But I never got them, due to my unfortunate death. Then, I would go out and either hunt or patrol. I was a loyal and kind hearted warrior. I was always loved by every cat. It was hard not to like me.
[Hear my life]:
-Kithood-
I was gentle. I would play every day with the young kits who were with me. Nothing bad could ever happen to us. There, I was wrong. My sister died of Blackcough when she was only three moons. I caught it as well and almost died. But our medicine cat, Bluewhisker, saved my life. I owed every breath I took to that cat.
-Apprenticeship-
After that ordeal, I was apprenticed three moons later. My mentor, Branchtail, taught me well. But she got pregnant and became a queen. I got a new mentor. Flowerstripe. She had recently become a warrior after her litter became apprentices. Their ceremony was at the same time as mine. My friend, Skypaw, had brought back a rogue named Ice. She was nice and cute. But I could tell that Ice and Skypaw were meant to be. Ice started her training and all of us became warriors together.
-Warriorhood-
When Icepaw, Skypaw, and I all became warriors, I grew farther away from them. Icelily and Skytomb became mates and had their first litter. I was jealous. I wanted kits so bad and they had them. But then I fell in love. Her name was Shimmerflight and she was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen. We fell in love but for some reason never had kits. Then my time came to an end. This morning, I watched a kit race from camp. I chased after her and dove into the river. I saved her life but ended up inhaling a lot of water. I struggled up onto the riverbank. I lay there, dying. Starclan sent my sister, Phoenixkit, to fetch me. She lay [Hear me]: there, telling me it was alright. Then, we headed off to Starclan together.
[My family]: Pigeonfeather (Mother - Starclan), Timberfall ( Father - Starclan), Phoenixkit (Sister - Starclan), Shimmerflight (Mate - Starclan).
[Other]: nope
[Codewords]: Poison Tear Crash Down
