Post by blair on Feb 22, 2008 8:22:32 GMT -5
Please call me only, Whisperedsong, Unless you really know me
I take pride in my gender of she
Although you should never ask a she-cat her age, I happen to be around... Thirty moons young.
Many will die for a clan, like them, I'd fight for BrightClan
I'm a proud warrior whom you fight along-side
I find my complexion quite pretty, with my glittering orange pelt, striped from light, to darker orange. I've seen kittypets, whom they call me a Ginger Tabby, I've never understood that. I have a lovely, snowy white chest, front legs, muzzle, and tailtip. My optics seem to puzzle most, though I find them extremely fascinating, they are a wonderful light green, like the leaves on a tree. I have no scars on my bod, no long lasting marks of true hard battle, but believe me, I've fought my fair share of those. My pelt varies from season or moon, usually in LeafBare when it is fairly colder, my pelt will fluff out like a kits, but in other moons my pelt is like that of a normal she-cat. I am the size of a petite she-cat, smaller than most, yet larger than petite apprentices, of course, though my muscles will immediately tell you, I'm a warrior true.
I have a pretty fair personalty though I can be stubborn of my opinions, even to those I love, as much as it hurts sometimes. I'll stay true to my word, and I'm usually quite not optimistic. I'm the most trustworthy she-cat around, the most caring, gentle and true. Though I can be subtle at times, stubborn at others, and I may hurt some feelings unintentionally, I believe I'm truly a good cat at heart. Most of the time, my good intentions flow through, until I hit a rough spot, or you hit one on me, I will speak my mind however I think it, and I sometimes have some problems not saying what I think, but I apologize quickly. I treat everyone with kinds words, but I know who are my friends, whom I will really try to be 'my best cat' around, as it stings me to see others hurt, so much, that sometimes I feel as if it wasn't them I hurt, but myself.
I've had a general clan-cat history as I'm a pure BrightClan blood, most think... they're wrong.
My kithood was pretty casual, though my father was unknown to me my whole life, until I was with my mother at her death, told to tell my father that she had passed on to Starclan, her last words uttered where actually my fathers name. My father was a loyal MoonClan warrior, though as I say this, loyal by clan, and loyal to love. One cat cannot help whose destiny intertwines with theirs, and in his case, was a BrightClan's she cat, a lovely warrior like him, who knew she could not help whom she loved. She was born not really curious of her father, as it was customary for a she-cat to sometimes never reveal the father.
My apprenticeship went with casualties, a BrightClan tom was my mentor, though he passed on in a great battle, I still think of him everyday and how much he taught me, though StarClan knew it was his time, I wish everyday I had more time with him.
My warrior-hood is still going strong, as I am ripe with young age, though earlier after having my warrior ceremony, My mother passed on and I was told my true father, who is gone now too, dying of old age, after being a elder for many long years.
Some of my family members, friends, or kin include,
Mother/ Twilightsky of BrightClan, Passed on
Father / Thunderfrost of MoonClan, Passed on
Mentor / Sapphiremoon of BrightClan, Passed on
No siblings she knows of, but it is constantly on her mind her mother might have sent a sibling to be with her father in MoonClan.
Some pictures of me...
Kit/ i25.tinypic.com/2e4j02q.jpg
Apprentice/ farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/1531075301_2abf7cad41.jpg
Warrior/ farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2206785355_e0db591afe.jpg
My secret word is Poison Tears Crash Down
I take pride in my gender of she
Although you should never ask a she-cat her age, I happen to be around... Thirty moons young.
Many will die for a clan, like them, I'd fight for BrightClan
I'm a proud warrior whom you fight along-side
I find my complexion quite pretty, with my glittering orange pelt, striped from light, to darker orange. I've seen kittypets, whom they call me a Ginger Tabby, I've never understood that. I have a lovely, snowy white chest, front legs, muzzle, and tailtip. My optics seem to puzzle most, though I find them extremely fascinating, they are a wonderful light green, like the leaves on a tree. I have no scars on my bod, no long lasting marks of true hard battle, but believe me, I've fought my fair share of those. My pelt varies from season or moon, usually in LeafBare when it is fairly colder, my pelt will fluff out like a kits, but in other moons my pelt is like that of a normal she-cat. I am the size of a petite she-cat, smaller than most, yet larger than petite apprentices, of course, though my muscles will immediately tell you, I'm a warrior true.
I have a pretty fair personalty though I can be stubborn of my opinions, even to those I love, as much as it hurts sometimes. I'll stay true to my word, and I'm usually quite not optimistic. I'm the most trustworthy she-cat around, the most caring, gentle and true. Though I can be subtle at times, stubborn at others, and I may hurt some feelings unintentionally, I believe I'm truly a good cat at heart. Most of the time, my good intentions flow through, until I hit a rough spot, or you hit one on me, I will speak my mind however I think it, and I sometimes have some problems not saying what I think, but I apologize quickly. I treat everyone with kinds words, but I know who are my friends, whom I will really try to be 'my best cat' around, as it stings me to see others hurt, so much, that sometimes I feel as if it wasn't them I hurt, but myself.
I've had a general clan-cat history as I'm a pure BrightClan blood, most think... they're wrong.
My kithood was pretty casual, though my father was unknown to me my whole life, until I was with my mother at her death, told to tell my father that she had passed on to Starclan, her last words uttered where actually my fathers name. My father was a loyal MoonClan warrior, though as I say this, loyal by clan, and loyal to love. One cat cannot help whose destiny intertwines with theirs, and in his case, was a BrightClan's she cat, a lovely warrior like him, who knew she could not help whom she loved. She was born not really curious of her father, as it was customary for a she-cat to sometimes never reveal the father.
My apprenticeship went with casualties, a BrightClan tom was my mentor, though he passed on in a great battle, I still think of him everyday and how much he taught me, though StarClan knew it was his time, I wish everyday I had more time with him.
My warrior-hood is still going strong, as I am ripe with young age, though earlier after having my warrior ceremony, My mother passed on and I was told my true father, who is gone now too, dying of old age, after being a elder for many long years.
Some of my family members, friends, or kin include,
Mother/ Twilightsky of BrightClan, Passed on
Father / Thunderfrost of MoonClan, Passed on
Mentor / Sapphiremoon of BrightClan, Passed on
No siblings she knows of, but it is constantly on her mind her mother might have sent a sibling to be with her father in MoonClan.
Some pictures of me...
Kit/ i25.tinypic.com/2e4j02q.jpg
Apprentice/ farm3.static.flickr.com/2296/1531075301_2abf7cad41.jpg
Warrior/ farm3.static.flickr.com/2247/2206785355_e0db591afe.jpg
My secret word is Poison Tears Crash Down