Post by flameclaw on Jan 23, 2009 17:52:11 GMT -5
you know the secrets I could never tell
» • »name , Dewstar
» • »gender , She-cat
» • »age , Twenty-nine Moons
» • » birthdate , 15th July
» • »clan , ShadowClan
» • »rank , Warrior
when I'm quiet you break through my shell
» • »appearance , Darkness, well, her colour is. Not saying that Dewstar is an evil she-cat. Her fur is midnight, the colour of that black hole you fall into when you die. Sleek pelted, her fur shines in sunlight and is the shadow of the moonlight. Dewstar is beautiful, truly, and she has a very fine build but has her share of strength, too, but is speed and stealth are her real strengths. One of hew paws has a hint of white, and her tail-tip also has a tiny bit of snowy-white on it. Hardly noticable, but most certainly there.
Dewstar's name does not come from her appearance but a beautiful dewdrop that she happened to see and her only surviving kit was named after it. You may was named after her crytal, water-like eyes, swirls of beautiful colour in two circles. Moon like colours are also found in these beautiful orbs, and sometimes you feel the need to stare into them and let yourself get lost in the heavenly swirls. But when Dewstar is angry, which is often, the water crashes into waves of hatred.
Referring back to the WindClan-like appearance mentioned before, she may be fine and slim but her legs are stocky with muscle and her leaps are more powerful than fast. She is definately a ShadowClan cat, and she would not want anything more then that. She walks with pride, her steps are more long and her tail is commonly in the air in the proud mannor. She is very dangerous looking when she is angry, though, and with a temper like hers you'll see that disgusted, hissing face alot if you're in ShadowClan.
Hackles risen and upper lip risen to expose sharp, shiny white fangs; Dewstar mad is not the most pretty sight. When it is a minor problem she doesn't look so brutal and is more bitter but calm. Some consider that one more scary, especially apprentices recieving a punishment for being 'naughty little kits' as Dewstar would say. Dewstar has a scar on her snout that doesn't completely ruin her beauty, and she calls it her trophy from battle. Though it makes it look like she lost the fight rather than she won it, and she did lose the fight that gave her that scar. It is not a slim scar and is fleshy and wide.
don't feel the need to do a rebel yell
[/b][/color][/size][/font][/center]» • »personality , Dewstar is hateable for quite alot of reasons - alot of cats aren't sure on this she-cat being leader. She isn't evil but she is, cold. Other Clan's problems are far from her concern and when she is in a bad mood sometimes her own Clan's problems aren't of her concern - unless it is something horrible. Dewstar's heart belongs in ShadowClan; and she makes it very clear. Very clear. She may be stroppy and rude but she loves her Clan and wouldn't trade the world for it.
Dewstar is a proud cat and shattering this pride she posseses is a death wish. Her sharp tongue and lack of sympathy gives ShadowClan a strong look, arrogant, but strong. That is what Dewstar wants her Clan to look like though. Not that she is bitter all through - I have mentioned she is far from evil. No, her love for her Clan is too strong for her to be evil and she has no intention of betraying anybody and despises every kind of traitor you can think of.
Her ferocity is the reason for the ugly scar on her nose, and sometimes you will want to give her another wound to hold for eternity, but Dewstar is kind too. She has her times when she shows true kindness and when you befriend her and become best friends you have an eternal buddy. Betraying her is a deathwish. Loving her you will have that love returned to you in such a friendly package that it would be hard to beleive it was actually given to you by Dewstar!
Dewstar and kits... she likes them but they can get on her nerves. Notice to the kits of ShadowClan; if you pounce on your leader's tail and get a very rude, snappy response don't take it to heart. We all know Dewstar would never really harm an innocent, cute little kitten. Or we hope because StarClan knows what she would do after witnessing the worst annoyance ever. Dewstar is loud, hot-tempered and firey but she is the friend you dream of who would rather die than betray you and would always support you in your choices in life, and even after an unkind outburst you always know that they are there for you.
'cause you keep my feet on the ground
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »history , Father and mother both dark-furred, Dewstar's colouring was expected from parents with pelts like the night sky. But her brother was a dark tabby. Like her uncle - brother of her father, Shadowstorm. Her mother's name was Blackflower and her uncle was Stripefang. Her life had been ordinary... born to a mother in the nursery and gradually nearing the time when she would be Dewpaw, Dewkit's life took a strange turn that night. Sad, strange and unexpected.
Dreams of fantasies her brother called 'c-crazy' filled Dewkit's dreams, but the lands only she could see burst into flames of reality when she was woken by her brother. "Freekit!" she hissed. "I was dreaming, why did you have to interrupt? You can't do anything!!" Freekit's ears fell back and he looked hurt, and Dewkit felt a sudden shiver of a little regret, but she shook it away. "I-I can't find mother," mewed little yet very handsome Freekit. He had always been timid and quiet. Dewkit was the leader of the two, Freekit being submissive enough to follow her orders. She would make a great Clan leader, he thought all those moons ago.
Dewkit tilted her head to the side and giggled. "Well come on, we gonna find her then? Freekit you're such an idiot she's probably hunting! No point in bothering looking for her." Freekit didn't look too happy at Dewkit's speech. He shuffled his paws and glanced up at Dewkit. He didn't want to make his sister angry so he just muttered quietly; "This is serious, Dewkit, I know you want to sleep but you have to understand she's just gone!" Dewkit looked quite angry and annoyed. Freekit was scared and annoyed by her look. Why was she angered so easilly?
"You're calling me immature?" she asked crossly. Freekit shook his head furiously. "Good." She was always grumpy after being woken up, Freekit was never usually scared of her when they were playing together in daytime. She licked him. "Sorry for snapping at you, brother." she purred, always having most affection for her brother of all cats. Freekit smiled at the rough touch of his sister's tongue and looked at her warmly; recieving the same look he gave her.
"For StarClan's sake! You are so weak." The voice of Shadowstorm or Stripefang. Their tones were so alike Dewkit couldn't tell the two apart in vocal matters, but was too afraid to say that aloud. Freekit tensed. Was he talking to mother? Dewkit nudged him. "Don't be such a little coward, let's go check it out." Dewkit's kit personality has changed and formed into what she is today, as a kitten she was much more bossy then she is today and less immature, obviously.
They were too scared to move, though, when they heard a hiss and a whisper. "Let's do this where the Clan won't find out, alright my eternally hated brother?" A chill ran down the siblings' spines. The brothers fighting were they're father and uncle, but they never discovered the evil one, until the triumphant Stripefang returned. Dewkit's eyes widened. Freekit was scared too, but he wanted to proove himself brave and he yelled at Stripefang for murdering his dad and it resulted in a second murder that night, and a broken body of a kit lay. The Clan soon found out of the treachory that scarred Dewkit for life.
As an apprentice she became very wary but soon adapted to her surroundings after the terrifying event and became the cat you know today. She never found love among her Clan, and never intended to, and hoped to be as loyal as she could so she one day would die proudly with her name remembered and honoured by ShadowClan for eternity.
talk with me now and into the night
[/b][/size][/font][/center]» • »rp sample , Wind whistled, breeze of coldness ruffled the ginger tom's fur. He narrowed his eyes. This tom was the almost-always-silent one, the unique one, the weird one. The Clan talked about him and some knew about the Rosepaw event and how he never cared for another cat ever again, not even in alliance let alone love or friendship. His respect for the leader was different. It did not mean that he liked Heatherstar, he had no choice but to respect her.
Flameclaw let out a sigh, boredom striking him like claws, and they were tearing into him, prooving the saying ''boredom kills'' is utter truth. Swishing his tail, he got to his paws. Sitting in the den like a lazy piece of fox-dung would not cure the boredom, so he decided to hunt, go hunting. Feeding the Clan is always considered heroic in a way. Sometimes prey is incredibly scarce and the hunters are worshipped by the starving youngsters and elders.
Elders, kits, thought Flameclaw. Why in the name of StarClan would I want respect from them. They are weak, and useless. Well... kits become warriors. All elders do is moan and boss the younger, fitter cats around! He was padding and hoping he would get no bitter looks from the Clan cats. He knew there were rumours about him being related to evil cats such as Tigerstar, but he had two words to say to these theories when he was asked. "As if." Tigerstar? Get real, kits.
Paw hit grass and mud, the wind bringing the scent of rabbit towards his keen nostrils, and keeping him downwind. He licked his lips at the tasty scent and the thought of how he would slaughter the innocent, little mammal. There's one over there, he thought. Lucky thing, it'll be brought down quickly and painlessly by me. Unless I'm in the kind of mood to make another creature suffer... He evilly grinned and began to bound towards the rabbit, his long leaps powerful but the rabbit still hopped one bounce ahead of him. If only he could hunt like Rosepaw.
She's gone now! He convinced himself to let go of the past but at the thought of that he was desperate to show another creature pain... like the pain of seeing Rosepaw's bloody body. Flameclaw caught up with the rabbit and attacked it. The hunt was successful and the rabbit was in great pain. What a beautiful sight. It could not move, and was gasping and huffing on the ground. This wasn't breaking the Warrior code, was it? The mess was not bloody and Flameclaw could make a clean kill easilly. And this kill was not for fun. Ending the rabbit's misery, he prepared to bring it back to camp.
hokay, so, here's the deal: this form was made by skye of starshine but you can use it. on one condition. do not steal. oh, and the lyrics are from 'true friend' by miley cyrus. kthanksbye.