Post by Fusion on Aug 1, 2007 11:02:03 GMT -5
Name: Willowstream
Clan: WindClan
Age: 21 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: Pure white she-cat with Light blue eyes.
Appearance:
Clan: WindClan
Age: 21 moons
Gender: She-cat
Desired Position: Deputy
Short Description: Pure white she-cat with Light blue eyes.
Appearance:
Personality:
Pelt. Willowstreams pelt is pure white like misty snow. She has short hair and a smooth texure to her white plet. She always keeps it clean, if there is stained blood from a reasent battle, she will go to a near by stream and wash herself in the cold water. She waggs her tail like a dog and she does all the tail movements a dog does. Wagging her tail means she' s happy. When her tail is in between her legs, that means she's sad or in a bad mood.
eyesWillowstreams eyes are a light sky blue. They are also very clear, you can tell witch emotion she is feeling by her eyes. They seem to draw you in like a fisherman catching a live bass. Also with the weather. If the weather is rainy, her eyes change to a cloudy light blue. When The weather is sunny, her eyes are bright light blue and clear.
Size Willowstream is between a medium and large she-cat. You can never tell what size she is because, when she aches her back, she becomes very large. When she is relaxed and clam she seems normal size. She has a very strong build. Most of her body is all musle. Willowstream does'nt have any fat. She has a bobish tail that is sortof fatish, but it's not fat. It's musle. That gives her her wagging ablitiy.
History:Willowstream is very wise, wiser than most. She views life a little differently than others, always reading in between the lines and seeing the secret meanings to things. Willowstream doesn't always let on what she is thinking, tending to keep her comments to herself. Her mind is not easily swayed; once she has decided something she usually sticks to that decision. Though, she knows when to speak and when to listen, and is understanding of others and their views, and will take good ideas into consideration. Willowstream tends to be on the quiet side. She can keep her calm in tight situations and come up with last-minute plans fairly quickly.
Also, Willowstream is kind-hearted. She easily feels sympathy towards others, and does not like the concept of war. However, she isn't naive, knowing very well that the world isn't a peaceful place. She's completely loyal to her clan, a strict follower of the warrior code. Willowstream is also very patient. She will take time out of her life to help others. She also thinks before she speaks or acts, always choosing her words carefully. She can also be a bit stubborn at times.
IC:Willowstream was born abandoned as a kit by her twolegs and was raised by a group of rogues. She was raised by them, never really knowing that she didn't belong. She was teased occasionally, seeing as her fur was snow-white, while all the other kits had a musty brown pelt. She didn't let it bother her, though; she just pushed the comments away and smiled.
However, this didn't last long. The group of cats was caught by twolegs who were doing work in the area and sent to a strange shelter. This is where Willowstream spent most of her life, in the twoleg shelter. She eventually managed to escape, however. One day while the twolegs were cleaning, she got free and made a break for it. Willowstream was the only one who managed to escape. She still feels horrible for leaving her friends behind, blaming herself that they did not make it out with her.
She came across Windclan and joined. She was amazed to find a group of cats living in the wild, so she joined up with them. She worked hard, wanting to prove herself to the clan. To Willowstream's surprise... She was soon made into the deputy after a tragic accident in the clan. Many cats despised her for this, saying the leader was just picking favorites and she didn't deserve the position. She was used to hearing taunts like that, she'd heard enough from back when she was a kit. So, she just stood there, brushed them off.
Everything was silent in the forest, except for the occasional hoot of an owl; even the crickets were sleeping. A twig snapped, the cracking sound ringing out like an alarm. From the bushes, a shadowy figured emerged, slowly making her way out into the open clearing. As the cat left the dancing shadows of the trees behind her, her pelt nearly glowed in the moonlight. In contrast to her dark surroundings, the she-cat's fur was white as snow, a ghost moving across the deserted field.
Willowstream walked with her head raised, her ears pricked forward in an alert way. Her whiskers twitched every once in a while and she looked around, making sure her surroundings were safe. She continued across the field, standing out brilliantly. Eventually, she reached the other side and slipped back into the bushes, headed back into the dark forest. Where she was going at this hour, even she didn't know. The she-cat merely enjoyed walking in the moonlight, thinking back on happier times.
