Post by fernie. (: on Jul 6, 2007 4:30:28 GMT -5
My name is Hauntingdream
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I was born a She-cat
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And I have walked this nightmare for 43 moons
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I serve faithfylly in BrightClan
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Being used as a Warrior
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My solid form is A lithe, blue gray she-cat, with dark tabby markings. In the sunlight, I can look pure and holy, but under the shadows of the moon I take on a ghostly appearance and my fur can look an eerie greenish around the edges. My fur is slightly straggly, not long but not short either, varying in patches. My battle worn body is covered in scars, most noticeable on my flanks and shoulders. I am a slightly smaller she-cat, being the 'runt' of the litter when I was a kit. My face is rarely of a happy expression, my light teal coloured eyes staring blankly into space. My ears are small and slight, symmetrical and tapering. My muzzle is long and pointed, ending in a peachy nose outlined in black. My fangs, long and pointed, are ready to bite and tear. My claws, pearly white slivers encased in my pads are just a blink away from being unsheathed and slashed across another cat's face.
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Life is all a big gamble, Fighting warriors for land and catching mice for existence. I am a blur in battle- quick, lithe and always where I'm not. As a huntress I pay respect to the forest, not taking too much prey so the little creatures can have a chance to coincide with us cats. For them to have children, and a life of their own, just to be slain at the paws of a warrior. In camp I show no interest in other cats, since my heart was ripped out in front of me by a cat I loved. I can sometimes show a little niceness, when I am extremely bored and in need of company. I mostly skulk about by myself though. One more thing about me- I have a secret obsession about honey. Its sweet taste and sticky texture keeps me coming to bee hives for more, leaving me time and time again with large red lumps, warnings from the bees. I am not as bad as my brother however, who has an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder about... pinecones. I often take out my boredom on messing up his collection...
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My story is that As a kit, I was the smallest of the litter, but was strong. There were four kits in the litter, but only Ghostlywind, my brother, and I survived. My other two brothers were sickly but bigger than me, and every cat thought I would die before them. It wasn't to be, however, because they both died before they were apprenticed. My brother and I were apprenticed at the same time, and afterwards warriors, when Ghostlywind's mentot Shadowcrawl was slain by a band of rogues. Also my father Frozenwind developed Blackcough and died. My mother was captured by twolegs. Before that though, I was friendly with a tom, Scorchedbark, and later we became more than friends. We loved each other and I became pregnant. Then Scorchedbark broke my heart and ran off with a loner she-cat. My kit was born on a stormy night in the middle of leafbare and didn't make it to the morning. No-one saw it apart from me, and it had looked exactly like its father. No wonder it hadn't survived the night...
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My family only consists of my brother, Ghostlywind
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Also, I am not in the least friendly with my brother. We are blood, that is all.
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The whispered words are Poison Tears Crash Down
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I was born a She-cat
*****
And I have walked this nightmare for 43 moons
*****
I serve faithfylly in BrightClan
*****
Being used as a Warrior
*****
My solid form is A lithe, blue gray she-cat, with dark tabby markings. In the sunlight, I can look pure and holy, but under the shadows of the moon I take on a ghostly appearance and my fur can look an eerie greenish around the edges. My fur is slightly straggly, not long but not short either, varying in patches. My battle worn body is covered in scars, most noticeable on my flanks and shoulders. I am a slightly smaller she-cat, being the 'runt' of the litter when I was a kit. My face is rarely of a happy expression, my light teal coloured eyes staring blankly into space. My ears are small and slight, symmetrical and tapering. My muzzle is long and pointed, ending in a peachy nose outlined in black. My fangs, long and pointed, are ready to bite and tear. My claws, pearly white slivers encased in my pads are just a blink away from being unsheathed and slashed across another cat's face.
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Life is all a big gamble, Fighting warriors for land and catching mice for existence. I am a blur in battle- quick, lithe and always where I'm not. As a huntress I pay respect to the forest, not taking too much prey so the little creatures can have a chance to coincide with us cats. For them to have children, and a life of their own, just to be slain at the paws of a warrior. In camp I show no interest in other cats, since my heart was ripped out in front of me by a cat I loved. I can sometimes show a little niceness, when I am extremely bored and in need of company. I mostly skulk about by myself though. One more thing about me- I have a secret obsession about honey. Its sweet taste and sticky texture keeps me coming to bee hives for more, leaving me time and time again with large red lumps, warnings from the bees. I am not as bad as my brother however, who has an Obsessive Compulsive Disorder about... pinecones. I often take out my boredom on messing up his collection...
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My story is that As a kit, I was the smallest of the litter, but was strong. There were four kits in the litter, but only Ghostlywind, my brother, and I survived. My other two brothers were sickly but bigger than me, and every cat thought I would die before them. It wasn't to be, however, because they both died before they were apprenticed. My brother and I were apprenticed at the same time, and afterwards warriors, when Ghostlywind's mentot Shadowcrawl was slain by a band of rogues. Also my father Frozenwind developed Blackcough and died. My mother was captured by twolegs. Before that though, I was friendly with a tom, Scorchedbark, and later we became more than friends. We loved each other and I became pregnant. Then Scorchedbark broke my heart and ran off with a loner she-cat. My kit was born on a stormy night in the middle of leafbare and didn't make it to the morning. No-one saw it apart from me, and it had looked exactly like its father. No wonder it hadn't survived the night...
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My family only consists of my brother, Ghostlywind
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Also, I am not in the least friendly with my brother. We are blood, that is all.
*****
The whispered words are Poison Tears Crash Down
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