Post by Kitty on Jul 31, 2009 10:32:14 GMT -5
Name::Bluekit-Bluepaw-Bluestorm
Age::18 moons- 1 year, 6 months
Gender:: Female
Clan::WindClan
Rank::Warrior
Personality::Bluestorm has a sort of carefree, do-what-ever-she-wants sort of attitude. And she sort of uses other people to her own gain, toying with them until she grows bored. She'd be the equivalent of a 'popular snob' in the human world. She's very conscious of her slim and pretty bod. and loves to flaunt it. Bluestorm is very much the tease, and she will pull in a potential mate by using her charms to seduce and then will cut the strings and move on. Her favorite thing to do is bother toms at gatherings and make them meet her at the borders until she gets them in trouble with their clan. Shes a devilish sort of cat, and she loves to see the reactions of people when she uses her charms.
But she absolutely dislikes cats who ignore her and don't notice when she flaunts herself. She hates cats who ignore her, and she absolutely loathes other cats who flirt. Especially if they're flirting with her... i know she sort of contradicts herself doesn't she? She likes to pick on the weaker and more timid members of the clans to use to her advantage. But though she's all about self-gain, she has no interest in taking up a leader or deputy role. And as a mentor she sucks. So you can probably tell...she doesn't get any apprentices. Her behavior is actually quite odd considering her mentor was strict and she was very obedient. A star pupil who rose to shine as a wonderful apprentice. But it all soon faded when she became a warrior, when she learned the art of attraction and figured it was more fun that wandering around going by the rules like a good little warrior.
Description::Bluestorm is a lithe and beautiful she-cat. Her fur is always sleek and shiny, as well as short. And its a beautiful shade of grayish-blue. (hence the name) Her head is small and the ears atop it are small as well, the inner fur a bright shade of white, sticking out against her fur color. The inside a paler pink fleshy color. Her small triangular nose was almost pure white and usually very cold, the only time it gained any color was when she grew flustered, embarrassed, or angry. Then it would flush with a bright rush of pinkish/reddish color.
Her eyes are a bright baby blue. The area around the pupil much, much darker. Whereas it grows lighter as it reaches the ends of her ring of color.
Her pads were different than her nose, as they are a soft golden-brown which russet red splotches. Unusual indeed...
Her paws are quite tiny, and her paw steps are always slow, calculating and quiet. But he upper portion of her limbs are muscular, fit for a WindClan cat needing to race after a rabbit. Her tail is long and skinny, with a small black tip. The point is perfect and triangular.
Bluestorm's belly fur is fluffy and sticks out, along with the fact it is a but lighter blueish gray color than the rest of her, along with the underside of her chin, chest and neck.
History:: Bluekit was born to a family of no other siblings and a father and a mother. Her mother was never around much in the Nursery and left Bluekit so that she would be taken care of by the other nursing queens. Her father never visited, and he didn't really care for the fact that he had a kit. Apparently she was an accident anyway. (Although I don't see how that could happen, kits are never accidents). And she was soon apprenticed under Runningfoot, a well trained and very respected tom within WindClan. Of course he occupied her time with all the training she could possibly get in a day. Whilst Bluepaw had a snobbish personality because of her lack of parenting, she trained hard enough that she proved her worthiness in her apprentice moons early and when she became 12 moons old her leader was quick to name her a warrior under StarClan. Giving her the title Bluestorm, and all the freedom she could possibly get. Her moons of training over and her moons of free roam and do-whatever-she-wanted nature's beginning. So of course, she flirted with all the other cats and did whatever she wanted. Though minding that she kept up with hunting patrols and evening patrols enough so that she wouldn't be bothered or suspected of when she left camp to go on escapades of her own.
RP Example::Bluestorm rushed through the bracken, the ShadowClan warriors hard on her paws. Mud splattered her pelt and her feet sunk in the ground.
'Crap, gotta get outta here!' She thought, frantically racing for WindClan territory. She'd finally been caught trying to meet her lil ShadowClan boy-toy on his side of the territory when a patrol had passed and caught her scent. Reprimanding their own warrior and of course, ambushing me.
A fresh wound clung to her flank and she winced as a bramble caught onto it. She was taking the harder way out of their territory hoping it would slow the ShadowClan warriors down. 'This is going to be one ugly scar.' She thought, grimacing at the thought of her appearance being ruined.
"There she is!" the words sliced through the warm air and she looked over my shoulder to see the patrol hot on my tail. 'Yikes!' she thought, hightailing it and pushing farther and farther until she crossed the border marks and panted, slowing to a stop to catch her breath and look back at the ShadowClan warriors glaring at her.
"We'll get you next time WindClan tramp!" they growled, they obviously still were ready to shred her to peices and were obviously mad that they didn't get what they wanted.
Bluestorm drew back her lips, ears flattening and revealing her fangs. She let out a low and long hiss and trotted off, waving her tail at them. Head high, reveling in the fact that she won. It brought a purr of satisfaction to her.
The grayish-blue she-cat found an abandoned burrow under a rock and swiped her paw in, retrieving a swath of cobwebs which she carefully placed over her shallow wound.
'Good thing I pay attention to what the Medicine Cat does.'[/color] she complimented herself, then sighing thinking back to the ShadowClan warrior, 'Well hes no longer my toy, guess I need to find a new one. Cant risk getting more scratches on this beautiful body of mine. Otherwise it'll be harder to have fun.' She pouted at the scratch and loss of fur on that side of her body, narrowing her eyes and blaming it all on that ShadowClan warrior she had seduced. 'What was his name again?' she wondered trotting off in search of prey to bring back as an excuse for her absence from camp.
Secret Word::_Created to drive Scarfur mad XD_
OOC: weee for short bios
Age::18 moons- 1 year, 6 months
Gender:: Female
Clan::WindClan
Rank::Warrior
Personality::Bluestorm has a sort of carefree, do-what-ever-she-wants sort of attitude. And she sort of uses other people to her own gain, toying with them until she grows bored. She'd be the equivalent of a 'popular snob' in the human world. She's very conscious of her slim and pretty bod. and loves to flaunt it. Bluestorm is very much the tease, and she will pull in a potential mate by using her charms to seduce and then will cut the strings and move on. Her favorite thing to do is bother toms at gatherings and make them meet her at the borders until she gets them in trouble with their clan. Shes a devilish sort of cat, and she loves to see the reactions of people when she uses her charms.
But she absolutely dislikes cats who ignore her and don't notice when she flaunts herself. She hates cats who ignore her, and she absolutely loathes other cats who flirt. Especially if they're flirting with her... i know she sort of contradicts herself doesn't she? She likes to pick on the weaker and more timid members of the clans to use to her advantage. But though she's all about self-gain, she has no interest in taking up a leader or deputy role. And as a mentor she sucks. So you can probably tell...she doesn't get any apprentices. Her behavior is actually quite odd considering her mentor was strict and she was very obedient. A star pupil who rose to shine as a wonderful apprentice. But it all soon faded when she became a warrior, when she learned the art of attraction and figured it was more fun that wandering around going by the rules like a good little warrior.
Description::Bluestorm is a lithe and beautiful she-cat. Her fur is always sleek and shiny, as well as short. And its a beautiful shade of grayish-blue. (hence the name) Her head is small and the ears atop it are small as well, the inner fur a bright shade of white, sticking out against her fur color. The inside a paler pink fleshy color. Her small triangular nose was almost pure white and usually very cold, the only time it gained any color was when she grew flustered, embarrassed, or angry. Then it would flush with a bright rush of pinkish/reddish color.
Her eyes are a bright baby blue. The area around the pupil much, much darker. Whereas it grows lighter as it reaches the ends of her ring of color.
Her pads were different than her nose, as they are a soft golden-brown which russet red splotches. Unusual indeed...
Her paws are quite tiny, and her paw steps are always slow, calculating and quiet. But he upper portion of her limbs are muscular, fit for a WindClan cat needing to race after a rabbit. Her tail is long and skinny, with a small black tip. The point is perfect and triangular.
Bluestorm's belly fur is fluffy and sticks out, along with the fact it is a but lighter blueish gray color than the rest of her, along with the underside of her chin, chest and neck.
History:: Bluekit was born to a family of no other siblings and a father and a mother. Her mother was never around much in the Nursery and left Bluekit so that she would be taken care of by the other nursing queens. Her father never visited, and he didn't really care for the fact that he had a kit. Apparently she was an accident anyway. (Although I don't see how that could happen, kits are never accidents). And she was soon apprenticed under Runningfoot, a well trained and very respected tom within WindClan. Of course he occupied her time with all the training she could possibly get in a day. Whilst Bluepaw had a snobbish personality because of her lack of parenting, she trained hard enough that she proved her worthiness in her apprentice moons early and when she became 12 moons old her leader was quick to name her a warrior under StarClan. Giving her the title Bluestorm, and all the freedom she could possibly get. Her moons of training over and her moons of free roam and do-whatever-she-wanted nature's beginning. So of course, she flirted with all the other cats and did whatever she wanted. Though minding that she kept up with hunting patrols and evening patrols enough so that she wouldn't be bothered or suspected of when she left camp to go on escapades of her own.
RP Example::Bluestorm rushed through the bracken, the ShadowClan warriors hard on her paws. Mud splattered her pelt and her feet sunk in the ground.
'Crap, gotta get outta here!' She thought, frantically racing for WindClan territory. She'd finally been caught trying to meet her lil ShadowClan boy-toy on his side of the territory when a patrol had passed and caught her scent. Reprimanding their own warrior and of course, ambushing me.
A fresh wound clung to her flank and she winced as a bramble caught onto it. She was taking the harder way out of their territory hoping it would slow the ShadowClan warriors down. 'This is going to be one ugly scar.' She thought, grimacing at the thought of her appearance being ruined.
"There she is!" the words sliced through the warm air and she looked over my shoulder to see the patrol hot on my tail. 'Yikes!' she thought, hightailing it and pushing farther and farther until she crossed the border marks and panted, slowing to a stop to catch her breath and look back at the ShadowClan warriors glaring at her.
"We'll get you next time WindClan tramp!" they growled, they obviously still were ready to shred her to peices and were obviously mad that they didn't get what they wanted.
Bluestorm drew back her lips, ears flattening and revealing her fangs. She let out a low and long hiss and trotted off, waving her tail at them. Head high, reveling in the fact that she won. It brought a purr of satisfaction to her.
The grayish-blue she-cat found an abandoned burrow under a rock and swiped her paw in, retrieving a swath of cobwebs which she carefully placed over her shallow wound.
'Good thing I pay attention to what the Medicine Cat does.'[/color] she complimented herself, then sighing thinking back to the ShadowClan warrior, 'Well hes no longer my toy, guess I need to find a new one. Cant risk getting more scratches on this beautiful body of mine. Otherwise it'll be harder to have fun.' She pouted at the scratch and loss of fur on that side of her body, narrowing her eyes and blaming it all on that ShadowClan warrior she had seduced. 'What was his name again?' she wondered trotting off in search of prey to bring back as an excuse for her absence from camp.
Secret Word::_Created to drive Scarfur mad XD_
OOC: weee for short bios
