Post by k o a l a ?! on Dec 12, 2009 1:39:28 GMT -5
none of the cats, except shadowpelt, of course, are played.
Name | Shadowpelt
Gender | tom
Age | 64
Rank | elder
Clan | meadow
Beliefs| How can you not believe in Starclan? They are the fiery warriors in the sky; they give us prophecies and not-very-clear riddles; they are the very soul of our being and the only reason we have to live. Embrace them!
Parents | I was born from two very plain parents. My father, Coaltail, was a very unimportant warrior. All he could really do was hunt and he wasn't the greatest fire. But my mother saw through to his warm and thoughtful personality. Rosepelt, as she was called, was also not very good. She was clumsy, but kind. Often she liked to help, but would only make a nuisance of herself. It is my belief that she never grew out of the apprentice stage, for she often had as much energy as a rabbit!
Siblings | I had a few other siblings, none of which have lived to see elder-hood. There was Littlekit; he was an unfortunate fellow. He was still-born. Still, I suppose he was saved too, but the unfortunate happenings that go on. There was Mudheart; what a ditsy fellow! You would think that he was a she-cat until you came to know him! I had one sister, Ashenwhisker. One of the bravest warriors I have ever seen, though I might be biased, and I have seen a lot of warriors. She was deathly afraid of adders, though.
Other Kin | I don't have any other kin that I know of.
Mate | Formally Brightstream, but she died long ago.
Crush | N/A
Kits | I never had kits with Brightstream and I never gained a new mate, so none that I know of.
Apprentice/Mentor | N/A
Appearance | I'm a quite dull cat to look at, really. My pelt's black; my tail is tipped white; my eyes are an olive colour. I'm blind in my left eye and half blind in my right. Honestly, I'm not that handsome. I've got this flat, broad head and skinny shoulders, even though the skinniness is probably from getting old, I must admit. My bones are fragile now, but they were once strong. I've got long, wiry legs and thin whiskers. I think some of the kits and apprentices think I'm crazy. Honestly, if you want to have kits in life, don't look like me.
Personality | I may be old, but I haven't got the hearing problems of other elders. Nah, it's eyes I'm jealous about. My left eye was clawed too badly to save when I was a warrior. I was still in my prime. Wait, wrong part. Sorry. I do ramble a lot. Anyway, I'm jealous about eyes and I tend to ramble if you haven't noticed. I hate the pouring rain, though a light drizzle is alright with me. I'm a very biased cat; you don't believe in Starclan, you don't get any respect for me. Any cat that knows me knows that a wave of my tail is a sign of respect and I won't wave my tail to any cat I don't respect, authority or not. I'm very polite and I've got perfect manners. That was one thing my dad liked, good manners. I don't particularly care for amazing manners, but you should have decent manners and common-sense. That's getting harder to come by these days. Oh, and a well-balanced mind. I don't want to be friends with a crazy cat!
Skills | Like I've stated before, my whole family are plain cats. If I would say I have a skill, it'd be a well-balanced mind. I think before I talk, I plan before I attack, and honestly, I have a lot of common sense.
History | I was born sometime mid-leaf-fall. My birth was overdue by many a day, and my mother often worried about us catching colds as we were growing up, afraid us being born late and my brother's early death left us with no tolerance to colds. That must have been a mistake, because while she protected us from colds, she didn't protect herself, and soon was in the Medicine Cat's den, coughin' and hackin' up a storm. The cold turned to Whitecough, Whitecough turned to Greencough, and you know the rest. My mother, seeing as she was old enough to become an elder, didn't have the strength to fight the cold she had practically given herself. I missed her a lot in the beginning, well, we all did, but Ashenwhisker missed her most. That probably why she often threatened to go off in the forest and die a cold, lonely death, even though she never did until she was a warrior; and even then I'm not sure if she ran off into the forest or went to go live with twolegs. Either way, she was a brave warrior.
I was apprenticed when I reached six moons, respectively. I was given a harsh mentor who also liked very polite cats and good manners like my dad, and therefore, I was trained to be polite and such, along with hunt and fight, although those are a given, but I never was very good at the fighting part. In hunting I was excellent, bringing home many pieces of prey, but I never could manage to catch the plumpest pieces, only scrawny ones that were given to the elders. How I wish I had given then plump ones now! Now I deal with the scrawny prey and the complaining apprentices.
Anyway, back to my apprenticeship. I never really fought in a battle while I was an apprentice, nothing more than a few skirmishes, but I did have heart and courage so I was made a warrior on time with my brother and sister. Seeing as I wasn't the pest of hunters or fighters, I took on the plain name of Shadowpelt, just the right name to go along with my plain family and friends. And thus started my warrior-hood.
Being a warrior wasn't what I thought to be. Constantly there were patrols, then hunting, then more patrols and more hunting, then you ate, then you groomed, and then finally you laid down to sleep, but just when you did there were worries on your mind of adult matters and it would take you a while to fall asleep. Then, before the sun rose, you would get up and start the whole day over again. I gained respect for warriors and especially for the medicine cats, for they have to be available 24/7, snow, rain, sun, or cloudy. Brightstream had been an apprentice with me, and was quite overlooked by everyone but my keen eye, and I quickly became her friend, then her best friend, until finally we had announced our love to each other right before a battle. I fought in one battle that was more than a border fight in my lifetime. We had gone into enemy territory and attacked them, and it was this battle that cost me my sight, and ultimately my warrior status. I think it was a ginger cat that I was fighting, but it doesn't really matter. All I really remember is claws coming at my face and not being able to duck in time. The claws completely destroyed one eye and cut a rather large nick in the other. I later learned, when I regained consciousness, that my mate, Brightstream, had been killed in the battle. I was devastated. I had been her mate for maybe half a day, and I was already alone again. Of course, I had a hard time adjusting to my disability and my lost mate, and so was retired.' A warrior who cannot hunt cannot be a warrior,' the deputy had told me upon being retired. I don't mind being retired. It's nice and quiet, and I can talk and sleep all day. Sure I miss the hectic schedule of a warrior, but it's nice to be on vacation. I'm sure the elders will be needed someday, anyway.
Oh, wait! I almost forgot to tell you what happened to my siblings! Mudheart, as you know, is the ditsy one. He happened to stumble onto some adders and thought they were cute. He was dumb too, did you know that? I swear he was mentally retarded.
Ashenwhisker's death is a mystery; we aren't even sure she is dead! She left in the night, after many threats of leaving. We aren't sure if she was killed and eaten by a fox, if she became a loner, or if she became a kittypet. She was smart and thought it through, leaving on a rainy night because the water would wash her scent away.
Well, there you have it. My history so far. I've still got more history to come, mind you, for I'm sure I'll live much longer in my life of luxury!
Name | Shadowpelt
Gender | tom
Age | 64
Rank | elder
Clan | meadow
Beliefs| How can you not believe in Starclan? They are the fiery warriors in the sky; they give us prophecies and not-very-clear riddles; they are the very soul of our being and the only reason we have to live. Embrace them!
Parents | I was born from two very plain parents. My father, Coaltail, was a very unimportant warrior. All he could really do was hunt and he wasn't the greatest fire. But my mother saw through to his warm and thoughtful personality. Rosepelt, as she was called, was also not very good. She was clumsy, but kind. Often she liked to help, but would only make a nuisance of herself. It is my belief that she never grew out of the apprentice stage, for she often had as much energy as a rabbit!
Siblings | I had a few other siblings, none of which have lived to see elder-hood. There was Littlekit; he was an unfortunate fellow. He was still-born. Still, I suppose he was saved too, but the unfortunate happenings that go on. There was Mudheart; what a ditsy fellow! You would think that he was a she-cat until you came to know him! I had one sister, Ashenwhisker. One of the bravest warriors I have ever seen, though I might be biased, and I have seen a lot of warriors. She was deathly afraid of adders, though.
Other Kin | I don't have any other kin that I know of.
Mate | Formally Brightstream, but she died long ago.
Crush | N/A
Kits | I never had kits with Brightstream and I never gained a new mate, so none that I know of.
Apprentice/Mentor | N/A
Appearance | I'm a quite dull cat to look at, really. My pelt's black; my tail is tipped white; my eyes are an olive colour. I'm blind in my left eye and half blind in my right. Honestly, I'm not that handsome. I've got this flat, broad head and skinny shoulders, even though the skinniness is probably from getting old, I must admit. My bones are fragile now, but they were once strong. I've got long, wiry legs and thin whiskers. I think some of the kits and apprentices think I'm crazy. Honestly, if you want to have kits in life, don't look like me.
Personality | I may be old, but I haven't got the hearing problems of other elders. Nah, it's eyes I'm jealous about. My left eye was clawed too badly to save when I was a warrior. I was still in my prime. Wait, wrong part. Sorry. I do ramble a lot. Anyway, I'm jealous about eyes and I tend to ramble if you haven't noticed. I hate the pouring rain, though a light drizzle is alright with me. I'm a very biased cat; you don't believe in Starclan, you don't get any respect for me. Any cat that knows me knows that a wave of my tail is a sign of respect and I won't wave my tail to any cat I don't respect, authority or not. I'm very polite and I've got perfect manners. That was one thing my dad liked, good manners. I don't particularly care for amazing manners, but you should have decent manners and common-sense. That's getting harder to come by these days. Oh, and a well-balanced mind. I don't want to be friends with a crazy cat!
Skills | Like I've stated before, my whole family are plain cats. If I would say I have a skill, it'd be a well-balanced mind. I think before I talk, I plan before I attack, and honestly, I have a lot of common sense.
History | I was born sometime mid-leaf-fall. My birth was overdue by many a day, and my mother often worried about us catching colds as we were growing up, afraid us being born late and my brother's early death left us with no tolerance to colds. That must have been a mistake, because while she protected us from colds, she didn't protect herself, and soon was in the Medicine Cat's den, coughin' and hackin' up a storm. The cold turned to Whitecough, Whitecough turned to Greencough, and you know the rest. My mother, seeing as she was old enough to become an elder, didn't have the strength to fight the cold she had practically given herself. I missed her a lot in the beginning, well, we all did, but Ashenwhisker missed her most. That probably why she often threatened to go off in the forest and die a cold, lonely death, even though she never did until she was a warrior; and even then I'm not sure if she ran off into the forest or went to go live with twolegs. Either way, she was a brave warrior.
I was apprenticed when I reached six moons, respectively. I was given a harsh mentor who also liked very polite cats and good manners like my dad, and therefore, I was trained to be polite and such, along with hunt and fight, although those are a given, but I never was very good at the fighting part. In hunting I was excellent, bringing home many pieces of prey, but I never could manage to catch the plumpest pieces, only scrawny ones that were given to the elders. How I wish I had given then plump ones now! Now I deal with the scrawny prey and the complaining apprentices.
Anyway, back to my apprenticeship. I never really fought in a battle while I was an apprentice, nothing more than a few skirmishes, but I did have heart and courage so I was made a warrior on time with my brother and sister. Seeing as I wasn't the pest of hunters or fighters, I took on the plain name of Shadowpelt, just the right name to go along with my plain family and friends. And thus started my warrior-hood.
Being a warrior wasn't what I thought to be. Constantly there were patrols, then hunting, then more patrols and more hunting, then you ate, then you groomed, and then finally you laid down to sleep, but just when you did there were worries on your mind of adult matters and it would take you a while to fall asleep. Then, before the sun rose, you would get up and start the whole day over again. I gained respect for warriors and especially for the medicine cats, for they have to be available 24/7, snow, rain, sun, or cloudy. Brightstream had been an apprentice with me, and was quite overlooked by everyone but my keen eye, and I quickly became her friend, then her best friend, until finally we had announced our love to each other right before a battle. I fought in one battle that was more than a border fight in my lifetime. We had gone into enemy territory and attacked them, and it was this battle that cost me my sight, and ultimately my warrior status. I think it was a ginger cat that I was fighting, but it doesn't really matter. All I really remember is claws coming at my face and not being able to duck in time. The claws completely destroyed one eye and cut a rather large nick in the other. I later learned, when I regained consciousness, that my mate, Brightstream, had been killed in the battle. I was devastated. I had been her mate for maybe half a day, and I was already alone again. Of course, I had a hard time adjusting to my disability and my lost mate, and so was retired.' A warrior who cannot hunt cannot be a warrior,' the deputy had told me upon being retired. I don't mind being retired. It's nice and quiet, and I can talk and sleep all day. Sure I miss the hectic schedule of a warrior, but it's nice to be on vacation. I'm sure the elders will be needed someday, anyway.
Oh, wait! I almost forgot to tell you what happened to my siblings! Mudheart, as you know, is the ditsy one. He happened to stumble onto some adders and thought they were cute. He was dumb too, did you know that? I swear he was mentally retarded.
Ashenwhisker's death is a mystery; we aren't even sure she is dead! She left in the night, after many threats of leaving. We aren't sure if she was killed and eaten by a fox, if she became a loner, or if she became a kittypet. She was smart and thought it through, leaving on a rainy night because the water would wash her scent away.
Well, there you have it. My history so far. I've still got more history to come, mind you, for I'm sure I'll live much longer in my life of luxury!
We have a cbox again and we're opening the place up as a closed, members only rp