Post by flower on Jul 7, 2008 2:52:12 GMT -5
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definition flower; beautiful petal filled plant that grows in the ground or on trees/bushes, feeds on sunlight and water
gender female
age 45 moons
clan Bright
rank warrior
looks
paws/claws her paws are average sized with auburn and brown fur. her claws are average sized and curved like a hook, they are the color of black.
legs she had long, thin legs with dark brown tabby markings and brown fur with auburn flecks.
belly her belly is a dark beige color with faded auburn tabby markings
tail her tail is short for her age and height, it is a short-haired brown raccoon tail with the light brown reaching a beige as it gets ti the tip of the tail.
ears her ears are average sized, they are dark chocolate brown with no tufts
head/chest her head is ovalish, triangular shaped, beneath her whiskers is auburn then around her maw and her chin are a dark beige along with her chest. going through the middle of her chest horizontally is a thin river like dark chocolate brown. her head has brown fur with dark brown tabby markings.
eyes her eyes are a beautiful mixture of steel blue, truffle brown, and sea green. the top part of her eyes are truffle brown while the sides are sea green then blending into a steel blue.
pelt/flank her flank is thin and fragile looking, her pelt is brown with dark chocolate brown tabby markings and auburn flecks.
scars she has a dark beige looking scar from the beginning of her belly to her shoulder-blade on the front left side of her flank. she also has small white scars all over her muzzle.
actions
kind/caring she is very kind and caring and tries not to put anyone in a position that they don't want to be in.
short-tempered she is short-tempered towards rebellious, rule-breaking, disrespectful cats, whether they are kits, queens, apprentices, warriors, or elders.
photographic memory she has a photographic memory, very helpful when it comes to remembering pasts and nasty things heard
respectful she is very respectful to those who are respectful towards her.
swift she is very swift and her fragile looking body carries her as fast as the wind
collector she likes to collect flowers and feathers and she tries to collect as much as she can even if they are the same kind.
favorite color her favorite color is lilac purple, she loves the way th color mixes well with her pelt.
favorite prey her favorite kind of prey is starling.
loves she loves sun bathing around others, and she loves the way some cats treat her like an elder. One day she hopes to become an elder and tell the kits of the future the stories of past leaders and old battles.
hates she hates leaf-bare when it gets all cold, sometimes it makes her sick other times it makes her ache. she doesn't like telling others about her parents.
past
before the grand birth before the grand birth of Flowerink, her parents had a story she hates telling to others. they were both clan-born, but the thing is, her mother was the Brightclanner that was even lucky enough for someone to love her and her father was the Cloudclanner that was a straight up player that switched between female's every moon. when they met eachother, Fogheart was a damsel in distress and Wavenectar wasn't in his game that moon. he hunted the borders of Brightclan to see if you could steal away a she-cat, he felt lucky that Fogheart was alone and needed cheering up. he wooed her and soon after she became pregnant, Wavenectar was so outraged for letting it happen he took it out on her. Fogwheart was beat badly enough that she could hardly stand, a patrol had spotted him and almost killed him because he wouldn't stop. a few moons later Fogheart went into labor.
after the grand birth after the grand birth Flowerink and the siblings that had survived the beating lived with their foster mother, Fogheart had died giving birth to 3 still-Born's one kit that died after the birth and 2 others that still live today. she lived a happy kit life, the regular calm, excitable, active, and restless, her sister seemed to be the talker though, always talking until she could no longer breathe.
apprenticeship but as an apprentice, she found it harder to make her way up to a warrior then she thought, even though she worked hard her mentor pushed her until she was dead on her paws. as an apprentice Chaos fire had attacked Serenity clan, they had called upon Brightclan for assistance. they had defeated the nasty rogue and Flowerink got her first set of scars on her muzzle. as the time went on she got more scars on her muzzle and she wasn't worked as hard as she was before.
warrior hood on the day of her warrior ceremony she and Snowstone were more then happy to take the honor of being a warrior. during the great battle with the tribe of nightmares she had gone to the unfortunate battle to save the clans that were being defeated, she got a deep scar behind her leg slowing her down a little. now she hopes to get an apprentice soon so she can pace down her families good fighting skills and her good-nature.
in-character
Skies of black and gray rolled over the beautiful night sky, bringing large booms and flashes of white and yellow. Shade's and shadow's were chased away every time a jagged white or yellow line ran from above in the black clouds. Tears fell from the blanket of black as the loud crash was heard miles away, the clouds kept rolling not caring what it tramples in it's path. Below trees whip around wildly while the rivers ran the fish from their homes, undergrowth melted from being so high above everything down to the wet mud ground where it later gets washed away or soaked. The mossy trunks of tall leafy trees run down the side of the bark like soaked moldy smelling bread. Beautiful pebbles scattered on the ground that usually shine bright colors get covered in mud then swept away with the river. All this time while this is happening to large dark crimson eyes with sliver thin pupils laugh down at the world mockingly.
A soft white and brown tabby tail was dragged by it's base like vise grip along the ground, suffocating under leaves and dirt. White paw were too dragged forcefully to keep moving forward no matter what happened, the white delicacies didn't know that their keeper had lied to them. And what is this pretty lady doing out on such a cold and bitter night? Fogheart turned her drooping white tabby head, a very handsome dark tabby tom with blue-yellow eyes stared at her with great interest. The tom crossed the border between Cloudclan and Brightclan just so he could stand by her, I was pretty sure something as gorgeous and fine as you would be in a nursery with beautiful kits and a mate. Fogheart knew she was falling for this toms fake complaments, she knew she was falling for him. I don't even have a mate, darling. I'm single with no kits or former kits and no one that really cares for me but well me. Fogheart could have sworn she saw a mischivious glint in the toms mixed eyes, I'm Wavenectar by the way Fogheart could feel the Cloudclanner's body inching closer to her with every word. Fogheart thought for a momment about how this would be breaking the warrior code and how she would loose the last of her respects in her clan, she didn't care she wanted someone to love her. I'm Fogheart The white tabby looked into Wavenectar's yellow-blue eyes with her own sea green eyes, she felt like she would be lost in the beautiful orbs forever. Lets take a walk Fogheart followed Wavenectar down the border line and into the distant stormy night.
relationships/kin
thy mother my mother is Fogheart, she is a white she-cat with tabby brown patches and a fluffy tail, she has sea green eyes and always seems to be sulking.
thy father my father is Wavenectar, he is a dark tabby tom with yellow-blue eyes, he always seems to be on the look out for 'prey' and is a real player.
thy dead family my deceased brothers and sister are Fakekit, a small black tom with jade blue eyes, Heronkit, a small dark tabby tom with brown eyes, Scarkit, a small white tom with a stripe of black going down the middle of his back with sea green eyes, and Crystalkit, a small white she-kit with dark tabby brown patches and brown-blue eyes.
thy living siblings my living siblings are Snowstone, a tall, muscular, dark tabby with one white patch on his ear and on his right fore-paw and with sea green-blue eyes.
thy relationships my former mentor is Wrenstar. my former apprentice is Monkeytail.
other none
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