Post by sasha on Nov 14, 2009 14:18:35 GMT -5
Name |
Snowflower
Gender |
She-cat
Age |
Twenty-seven
Rank |
Warrior
Clan |
FogClan
Beliefs|
Snowflower has always believed that cats had to go somewhere once they died so the concept of StarClan was immediately accepted by this she-cat. She feels as though her dead parents, adoptive parents and adoptive siblings are all helping her get through her new life as a FogClan cat.
Parents |
Unknown
Siblings |
Ravenstorm (Adoptive brother) -PC
Thyme (Adoptive sister) -{Deceased}
Cloud (Adoptive brother) -{Deceased}
Other Kin |
Nope
Mate |
Not yet
Crush |
Not yet
Kits |
Not yet
Apprentice/Mentor |
Not yet
Appearance |
Snowflower's long pelt is an extremely pale shade of white that almost looks transparent. She is what today we call an albino cat, so if you were to look underneath her long pelt you would be able to see her veins crisscrossing under her skin. Snowflower is of medium build and is always quite lean, she has always been smaller then most cats and most clan cats mistake her for an apprentice because of her size. Cats see Snowflower as fragile because of her slim frame and puny size, but if they were to look down at her enormous claws they would be sure to abandon that thought. Her ears are triangular and unscarred while her muzzle has a long horizontal scar that can be traced right across it. Her nose, like her fur is pale white. Snowflower's eyes are an extremely strange color, they are pink due to her being an albino cat. Most cats deem this unnatural and are hesitant to approach her, but cats like Ravenstorm who have known her all her life seem to not notice.
Personality |
Snowflower is an extremely positive she-cat, she always seems to be able to see the good things in bad cats or situations and this is not always the best thing. Snowflower's temper seems to be nonexistent, after spending the majority of her life alongside a snappy tom she tend to ignore anyone who tires to verbally attack or provoke her. This quality becomes intensely useful in battle considering the endless list of jibes enemy cats throw at her because of her size and oddly coloured eyes. Snowflower has the talent to bring out the best in others since her good moods tend to be contagious, her face always wears a bright smile and her eyes usually mirror this happy look. Very few cats have ever seen this gentle she-cat get angry or lash out with hurtful words.
Skills |
Snowflower is a hunter, when Ravenstorm was off training she was always the cat who had to hunt for their meals. Due to the fact she has traveled quite a bit over the course of her life she can hunt on many different terrains. Snowflower can fight, she sometimes even trained with Ravenstorm but she has no particular talent for it.
History |
A gentle nudge woke the she-cat out of her deep slumber, her eyes flickered open slowly as she looked up at the cat who had shaken her awake. “Are you okay young one?” The she-cat before her had the distinct scent of milk about her and the tiny kit mewled in response to her question. The kit was only a couple of moons old and someone or something had left her for dead in the middle of a forest.
“Here, there is nothing to fear any longer,” The kind meow of the she-cat before the kit made her smile and then with the most extreme care, she picked her up by the scruff of her neck and started to carry her home to where she lived with her mate and her other three kits. As they padded through the forest, the setting sun cast it's final rays of sun onto the two white cats dyeing their pelts pink as an old barn came into site.
“Who is this?” A masculine voice questioned as the she-cat entered the barn, three kits immediately jumped up and ran toward their mother to meet the new kit.
“I found this poor thing on the brink of death in the middle of the forest,” The she-cat said as she set the kit down and gently licked it's head. “What is your name little one?”
The tiny kit shook her head sadly and responded, “I can't remember.” A black kit with big hind legs padded up to the tiny kit and he said,
“Well then we will give you a name!” The white kit smiled and nodded her head enthusiastically, she was trying to recall what her name was but her memory was in jumbles. She had no idea what had happened before the mother of these three small kits had rescued her.
“Sky,” The black kit said after a few moments. “Your eyes are the colour of the sky right now, they are really pretty so I think you should have your name be after them!” The newly named Sky jumped up and licked the black tom's ear.
“Thank you! What's your name?”
“My name's Syn,” The black tom smiled then looked to his siblings for them to introduce themselves.
“I am Thyme!” Thyme was a small white and black she-cat with bright green eyes, her smile was so huge that Sky thought that the she-cat would break her jaws.
“And I am Cloud,” Cloud was a pure white tom with green eyes just like his sister's. He didn't seem as happy to have another cat in the barn with him as his siblings.
“Our parent's names are Breeze and Thunder,” Syn said pointing them out. Sky noticed for the first time how blue Syn's eyes were.
“Syn! Your eyes are so blue!” Syn looked at Sky and shrugged, he was used to them after four moons of seeing them looking back at him.
FF past Ravenstorm's history>>
“Syn?” Sky asked, many seasons had passed since the deaths of his mother and siblings and Syn seemed to be closing Sky off from him.
“What?” He replied flatly glancing at Sky as they padded through the shadows of the twoleg's nests. Sky hated what Syn had transformed into, he had hardened and it was always hard to get through to him.
“What are you looking for exactly?” Syn glanced at Sky again this time his expression read: 'Like you don't know.'
“But what do you expect to get from revenge? I mean after you have killed Hawk what will you do? Do you really have to walk to the ends of the earth to kill a cat?” Syn stopped walking and when Sky turned to look at Syn his blue eyes were filled with anger.
“He killed my family Sky,” Syn said his voice low with anger. “Do you really expect me to forgive him and move on?”
“Syn, I would never ask you to do that!” Sky said her voice laced with hurt. “They were my family too, your mother saved my life!” Syn turned his head away, he knew he had been out of line but refused to admit it. He continued walking without uttering a word.
Sky sighed, all she could do was follow him and that is exactly what she did. Syn meant everything to her, he had given her the name Sky and he had always stuck by her in times of need so it was now Sky's turn to return the favor.
“Syn, you never know we might get some information in the forest up ahead...”
