Post by Fireh on Jul 24, 2007 7:57:45 GMT -5
Name: Foxwind
Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Description: Foxwind's color is of purest of all pure, orange. Orange like the fire of a sunset, glowing on his pelt forever. Swips of white flow through his fur, making it look like fire, blowing in the wind. Black muzzle, always appearing first when he thrusts her nose through bracken. His big black paws are always throwing up dirt and sand and dust while they make no noise. Clumsy as he is, he is always balanced with his black tipped tail. His pricked ears of black and orange, hear all the noises on patrol, hunting the clumsy mice, or sleeping. Anywhere he will hear the noises. Or see them with his ice blue eyes. His eyes betray his sunset fur, making it look like a sunset in Leaf-Bare.
Picture: none
Personality: Foxwind is outspoken. His personality comes from when he was a kit. His foul temper makes it hard for other cats to respect him. Of course, he is a nice cat sometimes. When there is a new litter, he will come and see them immediately, sometimes even sitting next to the queen while she is giving birth, comforting her.
The loss of a cat in his clan is for her too much to bear. To lose a cat is like a thorn stabbing through his heart. Feeling sorry for a while, usually a few days. Then, he gets into her usual self.
History:
Kithood
When Foxwind was a kit, his mother was loving, kind and was always sweet. His father though, was a viscious beast. He would torment none of his kits but Foxkit, knowing that his mother favoured his. His father hated his mother, tormenting her aswell. Usually grabbing both of them, dragging them out into the dark, unforgiving forest, and beating them.
Apprenticeship
When Foxwind was Foxpaw, bad things happened. First, all of his sisters and brothers died on a journey to the Gathering, where they got attacked by rogues. That was when Windclan was thriving. They had brought seven apprentices, ten warriors, and the Medicine Cat, Deputy, and Leader. Luckily, Foxpaw wasn't there. Four of the apprentices died, four of the warriors died. When they came back, they told Foxpaw what had happened. All the remaining warriors brought back the bodies and Foxpaw lay by his siblings sides and weeped. Soon after, his father dissapeared, leaving him in more grief than he could ever imagine.
Warriorship
Knowing that Foxpaw needed to be a warrior, the day after the Gathering, they held his Warrior Ceremony. Naming his Foxwind, he promised to the warrior code and began his vigil. During that vigil, however, the same rogues that attacked the Mistclan patrol at the Gathering, attacked the camp! Foxwind screeched and attacked them, grief welling up inside of him, giving him strength to fight. He saw his parents fight, but his parents were fighting against eachother. He immediately realized who was a rogue. His father. Hissing and spitting at the rogue he was fighting, he bit in it's leg and it tore away. Then, he leaped at his father. "This is for when I was a kit!" He slashed at his throat. But, another cat showed up and killed him. Stepping back, numb to the noises around, he was shaking. "Daddy?" He whispered, pressing close to him. "Daddy..." He began to weep again. Soon after the battle finished, his mother was gone. He pulled her body to him and his dad's and began her week long vigil.
IC: [This is from another site]
Suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, the lump of fur and bones moved. As if in a dream, the body came to a stand and looked upon all of the clan. "The time has come. Our world will be taken over by evil, and there is nothing we can do to stop it." Murdercalling dropped to the ground, and he was panting. Hard.
Stormfeather looked at Ghostlywind, strengthened by his words. She screamed when she heard Murdercalling and ran over to thom. "Murdercalling!" She gasped, as she watched the tom struggle between the border of life and death. A black tom pushed his way through. "That's my son!" He cried. Stormprowler ran to his son, and pushed Stormfeather out of the way. "Murdercalling... You can't leave me..."
"Father.... You know I will be okay..." Murdercalling struggled, screaming out in pain. "Nothing will stop us from taking your world...." Murdercalling looked from each cat, his terror reflected in the eyes of his father. "I love you, dad, and Runespell, and Leopardflight, as if you were my sister..." With that, the light faded from his eyes, but were regained with a blazing red. "I go to where no Starclan cat has stepped. I will not be among your ranks of pitiful useless spirits." The spirit drifted away into a world which no clan cat had ever heard of.
A loud wail sounded from the father of this now lifeless form. He pressed up against his son.
[It's from Black River Clans]
[/center]Gender: Tom
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Mistclan
Description: Foxwind's color is of purest of all pure, orange. Orange like the fire of a sunset, glowing on his pelt forever. Swips of white flow through his fur, making it look like fire, blowing in the wind. Black muzzle, always appearing first when he thrusts her nose through bracken. His big black paws are always throwing up dirt and sand and dust while they make no noise. Clumsy as he is, he is always balanced with his black tipped tail. His pricked ears of black and orange, hear all the noises on patrol, hunting the clumsy mice, or sleeping. Anywhere he will hear the noises. Or see them with his ice blue eyes. His eyes betray his sunset fur, making it look like a sunset in Leaf-Bare.
Picture: none
Personality: Foxwind is outspoken. His personality comes from when he was a kit. His foul temper makes it hard for other cats to respect him. Of course, he is a nice cat sometimes. When there is a new litter, he will come and see them immediately, sometimes even sitting next to the queen while she is giving birth, comforting her.
The loss of a cat in his clan is for her too much to bear. To lose a cat is like a thorn stabbing through his heart. Feeling sorry for a while, usually a few days. Then, he gets into her usual self.
History:
Kithood
When Foxwind was a kit, his mother was loving, kind and was always sweet. His father though, was a viscious beast. He would torment none of his kits but Foxkit, knowing that his mother favoured his. His father hated his mother, tormenting her aswell. Usually grabbing both of them, dragging them out into the dark, unforgiving forest, and beating them.
Apprenticeship
When Foxwind was Foxpaw, bad things happened. First, all of his sisters and brothers died on a journey to the Gathering, where they got attacked by rogues. That was when Windclan was thriving. They had brought seven apprentices, ten warriors, and the Medicine Cat, Deputy, and Leader. Luckily, Foxpaw wasn't there. Four of the apprentices died, four of the warriors died. When they came back, they told Foxpaw what had happened. All the remaining warriors brought back the bodies and Foxpaw lay by his siblings sides and weeped. Soon after, his father dissapeared, leaving him in more grief than he could ever imagine.
Warriorship
Knowing that Foxpaw needed to be a warrior, the day after the Gathering, they held his Warrior Ceremony. Naming his Foxwind, he promised to the warrior code and began his vigil. During that vigil, however, the same rogues that attacked the Mistclan patrol at the Gathering, attacked the camp! Foxwind screeched and attacked them, grief welling up inside of him, giving him strength to fight. He saw his parents fight, but his parents were fighting against eachother. He immediately realized who was a rogue. His father. Hissing and spitting at the rogue he was fighting, he bit in it's leg and it tore away. Then, he leaped at his father. "This is for when I was a kit!" He slashed at his throat. But, another cat showed up and killed him. Stepping back, numb to the noises around, he was shaking. "Daddy?" He whispered, pressing close to him. "Daddy..." He began to weep again. Soon after the battle finished, his mother was gone. He pulled her body to him and his dad's and began her week long vigil.
IC: [This is from another site]
Suddenly, as if coming out of a trance, the lump of fur and bones moved. As if in a dream, the body came to a stand and looked upon all of the clan. "The time has come. Our world will be taken over by evil, and there is nothing we can do to stop it." Murdercalling dropped to the ground, and he was panting. Hard.
Stormfeather looked at Ghostlywind, strengthened by his words. She screamed when she heard Murdercalling and ran over to thom. "Murdercalling!" She gasped, as she watched the tom struggle between the border of life and death. A black tom pushed his way through. "That's my son!" He cried. Stormprowler ran to his son, and pushed Stormfeather out of the way. "Murdercalling... You can't leave me..."
"Father.... You know I will be okay..." Murdercalling struggled, screaming out in pain. "Nothing will stop us from taking your world...." Murdercalling looked from each cat, his terror reflected in the eyes of his father. "I love you, dad, and Runespell, and Leopardflight, as if you were my sister..." With that, the light faded from his eyes, but were regained with a blazing red. "I go to where no Starclan cat has stepped. I will not be among your ranks of pitiful useless spirits." The spirit drifted away into a world which no clan cat had ever heard of.
A loud wail sounded from the father of this now lifeless form. He pressed up against his son.
[It's from Black River Clans]