Post by blackrose on Jun 8, 2009 8:56:29 GMT -8
OOC: I have made her a regular warrior now
Name: Thistlestorm
Gender: she-cat
Age (moons): 36
Clan: Breezeclan
Position: warrior
Description:Thistlestorm has white fur, with black patches and amber eyes. Her fur is quite matted and prickly-hence her name- and extremey long whiskers. Thistlestorm is slenderly built, but when she lies down she looks the largest of her clanmates. She has a quite spiky tail as she enjoys to run against the wind. She also has many scars that cover her once sleek pelt. Thistlestorm has an extra claw on her right fore-paw that has started to grow inwards, but she never lets her weakness show.
Personality:Thistlestorm is quiet and very smart. Her knowledge of herbs cannot be beaten, even by the medicine cat, although they are about even. Thistlestorm is also terrified of loud noises, and fighting is her definite weakness, but to make up for this Starclan have blessed her with patience and an extremely confident nature. Thistlestorm is outgoing, can be cheeky and was once a trouble-maker, but being a warrior meant becoming much more mature. She never lets pain show and does keep to herself for the most part. The only cats she confides in are the medicine cat and some warriors, for trust does not come easily to a cat of her background. She enjoys the company of good friends while hunting, and is normally a peaceful cat. She hates conflicts, but a direct challenge that harms her pride can have very nasty consequences.
History: Thistlestorm was born into Breezeclan, and it wasn't until a fox attacked her camp that she became scared of loud noises. Her parents died in a battle with Splashclan, but this happened when she was a it so she has no real memory of her parents. When she was an apprentice she studied to be medicine cat, but changed her mind after meeting a handsome tom. This tom fathered her kits, but Thistlestorm was devastated when her family was lost to blackcough. After this, she vowed to keep her clan strong, and devoted all of her energy to becoming the best cat she could be. It was this determination that secured her place as a respected warrior while still fairly young. She often leaves camp to run against the wind, and it is during this time that she normally confers with old friends. She is a strong believer in the old ways, and this shows when battles approach or signs appear.
Other: She currently has no mate or apprentice.
RP example: Thistlestorm glared at the wind as it buffeted her back. It was far stronger than she remembered, but this didn't deter the she-cat. Using her powerful front legs she began to run and soon she had reached the camp, but it was with a heavy heart that she returned. As much as Thistlestorm adored her fellow warriors, the pain from losing her kits still gnawed at her flesh. Uncertainty was beginning to cloud her judgement, and she knew the other warriors were picking up on it. Privacy was hard to come by as a clan cat, so grief wasn't an option. Strength would return in time and so would her self-respect, Thistlestorm knew. However, until that time came she wouldn't be able to contemplate regret, the clan needed her.
Name: Thistlestorm
Gender: she-cat
Age (moons): 36
Clan: Breezeclan
Position: warrior
Description:Thistlestorm has white fur, with black patches and amber eyes. Her fur is quite matted and prickly-hence her name- and extremey long whiskers. Thistlestorm is slenderly built, but when she lies down she looks the largest of her clanmates. She has a quite spiky tail as she enjoys to run against the wind. She also has many scars that cover her once sleek pelt. Thistlestorm has an extra claw on her right fore-paw that has started to grow inwards, but she never lets her weakness show.
Personality:Thistlestorm is quiet and very smart. Her knowledge of herbs cannot be beaten, even by the medicine cat, although they are about even. Thistlestorm is also terrified of loud noises, and fighting is her definite weakness, but to make up for this Starclan have blessed her with patience and an extremely confident nature. Thistlestorm is outgoing, can be cheeky and was once a trouble-maker, but being a warrior meant becoming much more mature. She never lets pain show and does keep to herself for the most part. The only cats she confides in are the medicine cat and some warriors, for trust does not come easily to a cat of her background. She enjoys the company of good friends while hunting, and is normally a peaceful cat. She hates conflicts, but a direct challenge that harms her pride can have very nasty consequences.
History: Thistlestorm was born into Breezeclan, and it wasn't until a fox attacked her camp that she became scared of loud noises. Her parents died in a battle with Splashclan, but this happened when she was a it so she has no real memory of her parents. When she was an apprentice she studied to be medicine cat, but changed her mind after meeting a handsome tom. This tom fathered her kits, but Thistlestorm was devastated when her family was lost to blackcough. After this, she vowed to keep her clan strong, and devoted all of her energy to becoming the best cat she could be. It was this determination that secured her place as a respected warrior while still fairly young. She often leaves camp to run against the wind, and it is during this time that she normally confers with old friends. She is a strong believer in the old ways, and this shows when battles approach or signs appear.
Other: She currently has no mate or apprentice.
RP example: Thistlestorm glared at the wind as it buffeted her back. It was far stronger than she remembered, but this didn't deter the she-cat. Using her powerful front legs she began to run and soon she had reached the camp, but it was with a heavy heart that she returned. As much as Thistlestorm adored her fellow warriors, the pain from losing her kits still gnawed at her flesh. Uncertainty was beginning to cloud her judgement, and she knew the other warriors were picking up on it. Privacy was hard to come by as a clan cat, so grief wasn't an option. Strength would return in time and so would her self-respect, Thistlestorm knew. However, until that time came she wouldn't be able to contemplate regret, the clan needed her.
