Post by M O N D A Y on Sept 15, 2011 19:25:52 GMT -6
<---- SNOWSTORM
She-Cat, 29 Moons
RANK: Queen
ALLIANCE: BoulderClan
APPEARANCE: All around white colored fur shecat, with peppermint green eyes, and a soft pink nose and pads.
PERSONALITY: Most cats get their warrior name by their personality, Snowstorm is no exception. She is a fiercely elegant she-cat who can get what she wants, in a flick of a paw. Or at least that's how most cats tend to see her as, but of course, you should never judge a book by its cover.
»» Elegant. A somewhat snobby trait, she would never be reduced to obscenities or foul language. Preferring to keep her silky coat white, she will refrain from dirt or mud, and refuses to hunt animals in holes. The only time you'll ever see this she cat with a dirty pelt is when she's got her jaws snatched onto someones throat after they've tussled in the dirt.
»» Soft Spoken. Even though her head is bursting with opinions and idea's she will rarely voice them aloud. Snowstorm is a relatively calm and quiet she cat, when she's not worked up about her coat that is. She can hold a conversation nicely but will often times appear prudish because of her gentle, nonchalant way of speaking.
»» Trust Issues. A rough past always affects different cats in different ways, but more than once, its for the worst. Snowstorm has lost all faith in loners or cats of other clans. Its already a challenge to even trust the ones in her own!
»» Sarcastic. Not the best trait, even she knows that. Snowstorm always has sarcasm dripping from her saliva. Sure its funny and all, except you know, when its aimed at you. Its especially bad when she's in one of her 'moods'.
»» Cranky. Mostly caused by her pregnancy, this shecat always seems to be in a bad mood. Which among other things is the reason most cats choose to leave her alone. Any little thing can rile her up, so look out, when this cats on her rage its best you steer clear of her path.
REASON FOR NAME:
Snow- She was born while it was snowing outside, and her mother saw it fit with her pelt.
Storm- When this cat barged into BoulderClan she cause quite a storm of activity and mischief. Almost like a blizzard.
FAMILY:
Copper // Father, Alive?
Angel // Mother, Deceased
Flame // Brother, Deceased?
Unnamed // Sister, Deceased
Fox // Brother, Alive?
HISTORY:
Chapter one The death of snow, the birth of snowpaw.
Covers birth-kithood.
It was a mid-december morning when her mother, her poor tired mother went into labor. The shecat had been a pretty kittypet, pampered all her life until she fell in love with a stray and became pregnant. Her owners once they found out about her pregnancy, kicked her out of the house. Alone and scared she ran off with her mate, a handsome flame colored tom.
They lived off scraps and whatever small rodents they could kill, it was fine until winter rolled in. The couple had been traveling trough a dense forest when her mother knew it was time. The snow was thin, but it was still snow none the less. She found a crevice under a broken log and hid in there, her mate struggled to comfort his wife and tend to her needs as she gave birth. Sometime in the midst of the flurry, it had began to snow. Caking the ground in snow now much deeper than before. Snowstorm was born into a small litter of four. All her brothers and sisters had gotten their fathers flame colored coat except for her.
Unfortunately the smallest of the litter died from frostbite, as her baby pelt could not sustain the cold. The others huddled with their mother and drank her milk to all it was worth.
Growing up a loner wasn't as hard as it seemed, sure food was scarce and often times you would go hungry, but it hardened the kits. It made them strong, and they learned to survive. It was when they were only 8 moons of age that her older brother was last seen. He was always reckless and brave, and eventually it got to him, when one morning he went off in search for food and never came back. Their small family mourned his loss but eventually had to move on. Snowstorm, whom was simply called 'Snow' at the time, knew her parents did not feel the same love they felt when they had been young, and was not surprised when they decided to go their separate ways. Snow's brother had gone with their father and she had gone with their mother.
Snow's mother was the biggest influence in her life, and she though her how to be elegant, fierce, and how to use her beauty as an advantage. It was a pleasant life, for loners at least, until her mother became terribly sick. It was obvious her death was soon, so Snow made sure she spent all her time at Angel's side. After a day, her mother had passed. Hurt from the sorrow, Snow ran, and ran and ran. Until her bones ached from the pain and she collapsed.
Slowly regaining consciousness the nest day, the apprenticed aged she cat found her self in a den, covered in grass and herbs. Or 'green things' in her mind at least.
She had been found by the clan and the leader had taken pity on her frame, and decided she was young enough to stay with them but old enough to not need a foster mother. It was then that she began to start her whole new life.Chapter two A feisty stranger, a big mistake.
Covers apprenticeship- warrior naming ceremony- escape
She had begun to come accustomed to her new name as Snowpaw and even made acquaintances with some of the other apprentices. Although still painfully shy, the white shecat kept to herself. As she grew, and got a mentor, rumors began to spread. Most were ugly, however some where even good. They could see she had potential, and some believed she was a gift from starclan. A ridiculous assumption? Maybe, but Snowstorm had enjoyed the complements nonetheless.
She began to push herself into her training, taking no time for friends or even love. As you could probably guess, this shecat definitely got a lot of attention, but the cat who eventually did catch her eye, wasn't a clan cat, no, not even from a enemy clan. It was a loner. History was doomed to repeat itself, but Snowstorm payed it no heed, and began to secretly meet up with the stranger and spend most of her time with him. Her mentor, and other cats assumed she was training or out hunting as she would usually be. Because of this assumption her mentor had decided it was time for her to become a warrior. Unfortunately this news only brought dread upon her as it was the day she had been planing on running off with her lover. Still, she put her plans aside and accepted her warrior name. It was supposed to be a joyous day, one she had waited a better part of her apprenticeship, but her mind was only on one cat.
The night after her naming celebration, when most cats had gone into deep sleep from the exhaustion of the celebration, Snowstorm ran off with her mate after her vigil. She spent many moons her mate, and was happy when she found out she was pregnant.
However, her mate had not.
He was mad, and scared, there was no way he could support a family, not when he could barely support himself. So he ran, and left Snowstorm with nothing but a belly full of unwanted children. Snowstorm was distraught and torn apart from the inside out, after days of shame she started her slow, painful trek back to her clan.Chapter three The shame and punishment.
Covers queenhood, return to the clan.
Upon arrival, the other cats rushed to greet her and surrounded her with questions and concerns. She was quickly ushered to the leaders den for some rest in private, until she could explain what happened to clan leader. After regaining her energy the shecat was faced with a choice, she could lie and say she was victim of a rape, and be accepted back into the clan with pity and sorrow, but acceptance none the less. Or speak the truth and face possible banishment and exile from the pack. Unfortunately her mother's good ways had influenced her too much, and she spoke the truth. Not being able to bear that big of a secret.
The leader had been enraged and upset as excepted but even as she prepared herself for the worst, he did not exile her. He understood that as a pregnant shecat, in the forest alone, she would not have much luck surviving. So he took pity on her.
But not without punishment.
She was too be placed in a observation period, where she would be watched carefully by the clan and was not allowed at any of the gatherings. She was also punished by receiving apprenticeship duties. Any cats worst nightmare, but to snowstorm it was a miracle.
She returned to the clan and was met with judgmental glares and angry whispers hissed while she wasn't looking. A small price to pay for such a big mistake on her part. But it would suffice, and she knew after the litter was born she would regain her name, and former glory.
RP EXAMPLE:
Blizzard stared at the dog that saved her life, even after all that had happened she couldn't help but be embarrassed. Here she was raggedy and soaked looking like some savage in front of this attractive dog that just saved her life. She tryed to smooth her fur with a few quick licks to her neck but at hearing the others name she was taken slightly aback by his accent, but soon thought nothing of it. She'd grown to not be surprised at the types of dogs that live at Kings Feral, because there's really quite a variety.
Seattle huh? She took a step back and mused about his name, imagining the way it might roll of her tongue, but heck, anything was better than her name. Once she made sure she wouldn't splash him, Blizzard shook her fur lightly, trying not to shake too hard and soak the other dog. It was tough, but she managed to make it look somewhat elegant, her goal from the start. After her little scene, it was crucial to recompose herself before her image was scarred forever.
After successfully drying herself off a bit, she approached Seattle and took a similar position as the one he was currently in. After hearing his accent once more, she held her giggles. Sure it was childish and immature of her but she couldn't help it, she found it oddly adorable. "My name's Blizzard, i know its horrible, but to an eight year old child it was coolest thing in the world." She laughed and remembered her owner's nephew the one who begged his aunt and uncle to name her Blizzard, and they just couldn't resist his whims. So here she was, stuck with a name that was the complete opposite of her, but she didn't mind that much, at least it was...different. "You can call me Blizz if you want, everyone does."
She began to smooth her fur down again, a habit she's had since her show dog day's. Which developed into a nervous habit after...well, she'd rather not think about him now. She brought her head up to look at the pool, the lights were bright and shining illuminating the water beautifully. "So what brings you here, Seattle?" She spoke his name cautiously, drawling out the syllables of the foreign word, recognizing how they felt pressed at the curve of her tongue. "You know, beside to save lives and whatnot."
PASSWORD: doveh edited
