Post by amber on Jan 29, 2007 16:02:55 GMT -5
Name:
Amberstone
Gender:
Tom
Age:
14 moons
Clan:
BrightClan
Rank:
Warrior
Looks:
(its in roleplaying format, sorry! Just ignore the extra information.)
Leaves stuck to the long white hair of the toms belly as he slithered along loudly through the underbrush. A short, multi colored tail swept the crunching autumn leaves to the side as it waved back and forth. Clattering sounds alerted the cat, the noise coming from the base of a large red maple tree. Without hesitation the calico coated cat sprang at the tree, clawing and bitting the leaves furiously. A minute latter the tom reappeared from the pile of leaves his pelt stuck with the brown and red leaves. With an exasperated hiss the young cat bounded away, finding a small, sticky oak that he leaped at a branch nimbly. The tom managed to get his footing on the sturdy branch, pulling himself up onto it. His large amber eyes glowed with pride for himself as he chose a comfortable position in the tree.
Suddenly noticing the leaves that covered his fur, the young warrior began grooming himself. With every lick another spot of his calico pelt became visible. He was a handsome young tom, that was for sure. His face was mostly white, with cream colored fur surrounding his features and a black nose and ears. His amber eyes were amazing, staring off into the forest as he groomed his long haired pelt. The toms stomach was white, a black band of fur wrapped around his shoulders. From the band back his pelt was made up of cream and dark brown splotches, sometimes the two colors mixing to make a yellowy brown. His tail was short and fluffy with the same coloring of cream and brown. His legs and paws were all white except for a cream band around his left ankle and a black band around his right his.
Picture:
Actions:
Amberstone is an outgoing, friendly and active young cat. He tends to get himself into predicaments through all of his naive actions, though Amberstone is actually a sensitive tom. Amberstone finds it hard to hold grudges and will forget about a fight in only a few hours. While a kit he had always had though himself of becoming a medicine cat, though as he grew he found it harder and harder to focus on those dreams. Amberstone respects medicine cats very much but now he looks up to the powerful warriors as his role model. He is quick to learn for his mistakes even as a warrior and is anxious for his first apprentice. When he gets angry he is quick to make rash decisions that may not be wise, so he tries and keep calm- especially in battle.
Past:
Amberstone was found as a new born kit on the territory with three other kit. His siblings, Wavekit, Blackberrykit, and Snowkit (Amberstone gave them all names when he was first told his story as a kit.), all died when their mother abandoned them. Amberstone never knew his siblings, mother or father so it was hard to say where he came from. When he was found he was in good shape, well fed and as health as an abandoned kit could be, so most cats assumed he was a kittypet, though no kittypet sent was on him. As a kit, he proved that he was hardly like a stereotypical kittypet, and more cats started believing that he was the son of a well off rouge or
loner. During his apprenticeship he had a hard time with the other cat because of his non-clan born family, though he always found the love that he needed from the queen that suckled him as a kit. Amberstone loved the elders tales of great warriors and prey that would practically jump into your paws if you stood in the forest, and as a kit and apprentice he spent most of his time listening to them. (If I ever make another cat it may be Iceflower, a cat that I usually roleplay along with Amberstone. Iceflower is Amberstones adoptive sister.)
In Character:
(this is continuing the description part.)
Finishing his grooming, Amberstone glanced around the territory. It seemed to be empty of other cats. With a delighted purr the tom grasped onto the branch the was above to one he had chosen to perch on. His tail flicked happily as he climbed to the top of the small oak. The entire tree bent under his weight as if getting ready to fling the cat from its branches. With a yowl the young cat sprang off the tree, flying through the air in an ungraceful manner. For the few seconds the tom was air born he twisted and yowled as he flew. His body hit another tree, this one was sturdy and large with many strong branches. Crazily the apprentice clawed at the tree as he slid down, trying to get a firm hold. His claws caught a large branch, steadying Amberstone for a second. Quickly the tom hooked his back claws into the bark and began to pull himself up.
With a grunt the kitten took a seat on the branch, blood pounding threw his whole body from the recent drama. Laying down on the branch, Amberstone rested after the victory over the small oak. Forgetting he was high above the ground the tom stretched and rolled over, his eyes closed as he let his fur soak up the fall sun light that hit him. A loud caterwaul blasted through the serine forest as the warrior rolled off the branch and plummeted down head first into the leaves below.
“That was stupid...” Muttered Amberstone, shaking leaves from his newly groomed pelt. “Who ever said cats always land on their feet must have though I was a dog!” Trotting out of the shade that the tree cast the young warrior vanished into the bushes with a small mrrw of amusement.
Relationships/Kin: Amberstone has no real ‘best friend’ at the moment. Instead, he tries and be friendly with all the cats in his clan. *Pokes ‘past’* If I do submit Iceflower, she is the only cat that he considers kin. The queen that suckled him died of old age.
Other:
He is a newly made warrior
Codewords:
poison tears crash down
Amberstone
Gender:
Tom
Age:
14 moons
Clan:
BrightClan
Rank:
Warrior
Looks:
(its in roleplaying format, sorry! Just ignore the extra information.)
Leaves stuck to the long white hair of the toms belly as he slithered along loudly through the underbrush. A short, multi colored tail swept the crunching autumn leaves to the side as it waved back and forth. Clattering sounds alerted the cat, the noise coming from the base of a large red maple tree. Without hesitation the calico coated cat sprang at the tree, clawing and bitting the leaves furiously. A minute latter the tom reappeared from the pile of leaves his pelt stuck with the brown and red leaves. With an exasperated hiss the young cat bounded away, finding a small, sticky oak that he leaped at a branch nimbly. The tom managed to get his footing on the sturdy branch, pulling himself up onto it. His large amber eyes glowed with pride for himself as he chose a comfortable position in the tree.
Suddenly noticing the leaves that covered his fur, the young warrior began grooming himself. With every lick another spot of his calico pelt became visible. He was a handsome young tom, that was for sure. His face was mostly white, with cream colored fur surrounding his features and a black nose and ears. His amber eyes were amazing, staring off into the forest as he groomed his long haired pelt. The toms stomach was white, a black band of fur wrapped around his shoulders. From the band back his pelt was made up of cream and dark brown splotches, sometimes the two colors mixing to make a yellowy brown. His tail was short and fluffy with the same coloring of cream and brown. His legs and paws were all white except for a cream band around his left ankle and a black band around his right his.
Picture:
Actions:
Amberstone is an outgoing, friendly and active young cat. He tends to get himself into predicaments through all of his naive actions, though Amberstone is actually a sensitive tom. Amberstone finds it hard to hold grudges and will forget about a fight in only a few hours. While a kit he had always had though himself of becoming a medicine cat, though as he grew he found it harder and harder to focus on those dreams. Amberstone respects medicine cats very much but now he looks up to the powerful warriors as his role model. He is quick to learn for his mistakes even as a warrior and is anxious for his first apprentice. When he gets angry he is quick to make rash decisions that may not be wise, so he tries and keep calm- especially in battle.
Past:
Amberstone was found as a new born kit on the territory with three other kit. His siblings, Wavekit, Blackberrykit, and Snowkit (Amberstone gave them all names when he was first told his story as a kit.), all died when their mother abandoned them. Amberstone never knew his siblings, mother or father so it was hard to say where he came from. When he was found he was in good shape, well fed and as health as an abandoned kit could be, so most cats assumed he was a kittypet, though no kittypet sent was on him. As a kit, he proved that he was hardly like a stereotypical kittypet, and more cats started believing that he was the son of a well off rouge or
loner. During his apprenticeship he had a hard time with the other cat because of his non-clan born family, though he always found the love that he needed from the queen that suckled him as a kit. Amberstone loved the elders tales of great warriors and prey that would practically jump into your paws if you stood in the forest, and as a kit and apprentice he spent most of his time listening to them. (If I ever make another cat it may be Iceflower, a cat that I usually roleplay along with Amberstone. Iceflower is Amberstones adoptive sister.)
In Character:
(this is continuing the description part.)
Finishing his grooming, Amberstone glanced around the territory. It seemed to be empty of other cats. With a delighted purr the tom grasped onto the branch the was above to one he had chosen to perch on. His tail flicked happily as he climbed to the top of the small oak. The entire tree bent under his weight as if getting ready to fling the cat from its branches. With a yowl the young cat sprang off the tree, flying through the air in an ungraceful manner. For the few seconds the tom was air born he twisted and yowled as he flew. His body hit another tree, this one was sturdy and large with many strong branches. Crazily the apprentice clawed at the tree as he slid down, trying to get a firm hold. His claws caught a large branch, steadying Amberstone for a second. Quickly the tom hooked his back claws into the bark and began to pull himself up.
With a grunt the kitten took a seat on the branch, blood pounding threw his whole body from the recent drama. Laying down on the branch, Amberstone rested after the victory over the small oak. Forgetting he was high above the ground the tom stretched and rolled over, his eyes closed as he let his fur soak up the fall sun light that hit him. A loud caterwaul blasted through the serine forest as the warrior rolled off the branch and plummeted down head first into the leaves below.
“That was stupid...” Muttered Amberstone, shaking leaves from his newly groomed pelt. “Who ever said cats always land on their feet must have though I was a dog!” Trotting out of the shade that the tree cast the young warrior vanished into the bushes with a small mrrw of amusement.
Relationships/Kin: Amberstone has no real ‘best friend’ at the moment. Instead, he tries and be friendly with all the cats in his clan. *Pokes ‘past’* If I do submit Iceflower, she is the only cat that he considers kin. The queen that suckled him died of old age.
Other:
He is a newly made warrior
Codewords:
poison tears crash down
