Post by Cloudstar Rocks on Jan 14, 2014 22:20:57 GMT
Name: Flowerkit Crookedkit Crookedpaw Crookedstep
Gender: she-cat
Age: 36 moons
Rank(warrior, apprentice, etc.): Medicine cat
Clan(Cloudclan, Streamclan, etc.): Streamclan
Short Description: pale gray, almost white, she-cat with blue-gray eyes and a crooked paw
Description(at least 100 words): Crookedstep is a long-furred pale gray, almost white, she-cat with blue-gray eyes. She has a long, narrow, triangular face with small rounded ears with tufts on the ends. She has a strikingly pink nose and long clear whiskers that help with balance. She is small for her size more the size of a 10 moon old apprentice then a full grown warrior that has been a warrior for moons. Her fur is long all year round making her comfortable in leafbare but uncomfortable in greenleaf. Her fur is also thick which makes it longer for her fur to dry off when it's wet. Her undercoat is white which sometimes showing through her outer coat as streaks of white. Her fur is also really silky and soft having never lost its kit like softness. Despite the fact that her fur is long and thick she doesn't have to groom her fur that much. She has a long feathery tail with a plume at the end and her tail helps her keep her balance and her tail always sticks straight out behind her. She has white fur along her muzzle, throat, chest, and stomach along with her paws and tail tip. She has long hooked claws and long canine teeth good for tearing flesh. She doesn't have very many scars just long along her back and one along her side, she also has a crooked hind paw.
Personality(at least 100 words): Crookedstep is kind of moody she pushes everyone away sure that if she gets close to someone she will get her heart broken again. She is snappy and usually snaps at everyone though usually she won't snap at kits. She keeps her distance from most of her clan mates and is withdrawn. She is brave and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in or voice her thoughts out loud. She has a temper but tries her best not to lose it though. She is determined and once she decides to do something he does it. Crookedstep is also stubborn and once she decides to do something it's impossible to talk her out of it. She is also really sarcastic and speaks so much sarcasm that it is hard to tell if she is being sarcastic or for real. She has a snarky personality and can be considered disrespectful to almost everyone who knows her. She has little disrespect for those older then her and will usually say something rude that will anger others. She doesn't do any sugar coating and tells you like it is if she thinks you are annoying she'll tell you. She doesn't lie she actually hates liars thinking honesty is the best coarse of action and hates when someone lies to her. She also hates when someone breaks the warrior code and isn't afraid to get onto someone who breaks the warrior code. She is really calm when it comes to disasters and doesn't panic thinking that there is no point to panicking. She tends to think that if she were to stumble across a hurt rogue or a warrior from the other clan that she is to help them. Even if her leader were to order her not to help the cat she still would. She hates when cats die and tends to think that when one of her clan mates died that is her fault. She has a strong connection with Starclan and is good at giving advice but would rather that she wasn't. She has trust issues and doesn't really trust anyone who isn't apart of her own clan.
History(at least a 150 words): Kit hood: Flowerkit was born into Streamclan with two loving parents named Shadowtail and Whiteflower and a sister named Cloudkit. Sadly neither Flowerkit or Cloudkit got to meet their parents. Their father, Shadowtail, was killed by a rogue before he even knew that his mate was expecting kits. Whiteflower was devastated about her mates death and stopped eating well and stopped taking care of herself. When Flowerkit and Cloudkit were born she was to weak and died giving birth to them leaving it up to a foster queen to take care of them. Flowerkit knew from the start that the foster queen was their mother. Neither the queen or her mate looked anything like her and her sister and finally she got up the courage to ask about her real parents. She was both relieved and not relieved when she found out that her parents were dead. She was relieved because it meant her parents hadn't abandoned her but she was also unrelieved because she knew she would never be able to see her parents because they were dead. When they were five moons old Flowerkit and Cloudkit decided to sneak out of camp and explore the territory. A dog found them and chased them towards them towards the river Cloudkit ended up falling in and was washed away from her home. Flowerkit watched sadly as her sister was washed away from her and her home she had always loved her sister. The dog clawed her side and back and the dog also damaged her paw making her spend a moon in the medicine den to recover. When she recovered her foster mother asked the clan leader to change her name to Crookedkit and her and her mate started ignoring her. The leader obliged and her name was changed to Crookedkit. When it was time for her to become an apprentice she decided that she would be better off training as a medicine cat.
Apprentice days: When Crookedpaw became and apprentice she became the medicine cat apprentice her mentors name was Rainpool. Crookedpaw was a fast learner and had a good memory of herbs which really impressed her mentor. She also developed a strong bond with starclan but she didn't believe that Starclan had all the answers. However, she realized right away that her sister couldn't be dead when she couldn't find her in Starclan. She began to hope that her sister would return to Streamclan or that she would see her sister again one day. Moons passed and her mentor finally took her to the moon crystal to receive her full medicine cat name and gave her the name Crookedstep. More moons passed and a moon ago her mentor ended up dying of a lump in her stomach.
Medicine cat days: After her mentor died Crookedstep became the full medicine cat of Streamclan and vowed to always do what was best for her clan. She is still trying to prove to her clan that she will make a great medicine cat.
Future: nothing planned
RP sample(only required for a high position): A pale gray she-cat sat in a clearing the moon making her fur seem almost silver. The pale she-cat let out a sigh and closed her blue-gray eyes feeling the wind blow through her fur. There was snow on the ground being Leafbare and if someone passed by without looking closely they wouldn't even notice her. Her fur was so pale that she pretty much blended into the snow her fur was really pale gray and if it was a shade lighter it would probably be white. The young she-cat was the medicine cat of Streamclan and her name was Crookedstep. Crookedstep rose to her paws shaking snow out of her fur and headed out of camp limping. She had, had a limp since she was 5 moons old when a dog had attacked her and her sister. Thinking of her sister made her sad her sister had been washed away that day and she knew that her sister was still alive since she hadn't seen her in Starclan but she had no idea where she was and missed her.
She came to a stop at the river and sat down with a sigh and sat down gazing down at her reflection wishing that she could see her sister. She let out a sigh and laid down letting her head rest on her paws her eyes still fixed on her reflection. 'Why did that dog ever have to attack us?' she thought sheathing and unsheathing her claws. She would always hate dogs because they had ruined her life but separating her and her sister and making her have to train as a medicine cat. She really didn't mind being a medicine cat any longer and knew that she had always been destined to be the medicine cat. She got to her paws wincing slightly as pain shot up her crooked paw. Even after this many moons since the accident the injury the dog had given her still bothered her. She decided that she should had back to camp before she was attacked by something and had to be rescued by one of her clan mates. She limped back to camp seeing that the clearing was still empty. She supposed the clearing would still be empty since it was the middle of the night and a long time before dawn. She usually woke up about the time the dawn patrol left to check the borders and started sorting herbs.
She looked around the clearing again before limping towards her den and slipped inside her den curling up in her nest wincing at the feel of the bracken poking through the moss. 'Tomorrow I'll have to get more moss for my nest,' she thought tucking her nose under her tail. She wondered if she would be able to sleep but the thought had barely crossed her mind when she fell asleep.
Gender: she-cat
Age: 36 moons
Rank(warrior, apprentice, etc.): Medicine cat
Clan(Cloudclan, Streamclan, etc.): Streamclan
Short Description: pale gray, almost white, she-cat with blue-gray eyes and a crooked paw
Description(at least 100 words): Crookedstep is a long-furred pale gray, almost white, she-cat with blue-gray eyes. She has a long, narrow, triangular face with small rounded ears with tufts on the ends. She has a strikingly pink nose and long clear whiskers that help with balance. She is small for her size more the size of a 10 moon old apprentice then a full grown warrior that has been a warrior for moons. Her fur is long all year round making her comfortable in leafbare but uncomfortable in greenleaf. Her fur is also thick which makes it longer for her fur to dry off when it's wet. Her undercoat is white which sometimes showing through her outer coat as streaks of white. Her fur is also really silky and soft having never lost its kit like softness. Despite the fact that her fur is long and thick she doesn't have to groom her fur that much. She has a long feathery tail with a plume at the end and her tail helps her keep her balance and her tail always sticks straight out behind her. She has white fur along her muzzle, throat, chest, and stomach along with her paws and tail tip. She has long hooked claws and long canine teeth good for tearing flesh. She doesn't have very many scars just long along her back and one along her side, she also has a crooked hind paw.
Personality(at least 100 words): Crookedstep is kind of moody she pushes everyone away sure that if she gets close to someone she will get her heart broken again. She is snappy and usually snaps at everyone though usually she won't snap at kits. She keeps her distance from most of her clan mates and is withdrawn. She is brave and isn't afraid to stand up for what she believes in or voice her thoughts out loud. She has a temper but tries her best not to lose it though. She is determined and once she decides to do something he does it. Crookedstep is also stubborn and once she decides to do something it's impossible to talk her out of it. She is also really sarcastic and speaks so much sarcasm that it is hard to tell if she is being sarcastic or for real. She has a snarky personality and can be considered disrespectful to almost everyone who knows her. She has little disrespect for those older then her and will usually say something rude that will anger others. She doesn't do any sugar coating and tells you like it is if she thinks you are annoying she'll tell you. She doesn't lie she actually hates liars thinking honesty is the best coarse of action and hates when someone lies to her. She also hates when someone breaks the warrior code and isn't afraid to get onto someone who breaks the warrior code. She is really calm when it comes to disasters and doesn't panic thinking that there is no point to panicking. She tends to think that if she were to stumble across a hurt rogue or a warrior from the other clan that she is to help them. Even if her leader were to order her not to help the cat she still would. She hates when cats die and tends to think that when one of her clan mates died that is her fault. She has a strong connection with Starclan and is good at giving advice but would rather that she wasn't. She has trust issues and doesn't really trust anyone who isn't apart of her own clan.
History(at least a 150 words): Kit hood: Flowerkit was born into Streamclan with two loving parents named Shadowtail and Whiteflower and a sister named Cloudkit. Sadly neither Flowerkit or Cloudkit got to meet their parents. Their father, Shadowtail, was killed by a rogue before he even knew that his mate was expecting kits. Whiteflower was devastated about her mates death and stopped eating well and stopped taking care of herself. When Flowerkit and Cloudkit were born she was to weak and died giving birth to them leaving it up to a foster queen to take care of them. Flowerkit knew from the start that the foster queen was their mother. Neither the queen or her mate looked anything like her and her sister and finally she got up the courage to ask about her real parents. She was both relieved and not relieved when she found out that her parents were dead. She was relieved because it meant her parents hadn't abandoned her but she was also unrelieved because she knew she would never be able to see her parents because they were dead. When they were five moons old Flowerkit and Cloudkit decided to sneak out of camp and explore the territory. A dog found them and chased them towards them towards the river Cloudkit ended up falling in and was washed away from her home. Flowerkit watched sadly as her sister was washed away from her and her home she had always loved her sister. The dog clawed her side and back and the dog also damaged her paw making her spend a moon in the medicine den to recover. When she recovered her foster mother asked the clan leader to change her name to Crookedkit and her and her mate started ignoring her. The leader obliged and her name was changed to Crookedkit. When it was time for her to become an apprentice she decided that she would be better off training as a medicine cat.
Apprentice days: When Crookedpaw became and apprentice she became the medicine cat apprentice her mentors name was Rainpool. Crookedpaw was a fast learner and had a good memory of herbs which really impressed her mentor. She also developed a strong bond with starclan but she didn't believe that Starclan had all the answers. However, she realized right away that her sister couldn't be dead when she couldn't find her in Starclan. She began to hope that her sister would return to Streamclan or that she would see her sister again one day. Moons passed and her mentor finally took her to the moon crystal to receive her full medicine cat name and gave her the name Crookedstep. More moons passed and a moon ago her mentor ended up dying of a lump in her stomach.
Medicine cat days: After her mentor died Crookedstep became the full medicine cat of Streamclan and vowed to always do what was best for her clan. She is still trying to prove to her clan that she will make a great medicine cat.
Future: nothing planned
RP sample(only required for a high position): A pale gray she-cat sat in a clearing the moon making her fur seem almost silver. The pale she-cat let out a sigh and closed her blue-gray eyes feeling the wind blow through her fur. There was snow on the ground being Leafbare and if someone passed by without looking closely they wouldn't even notice her. Her fur was so pale that she pretty much blended into the snow her fur was really pale gray and if it was a shade lighter it would probably be white. The young she-cat was the medicine cat of Streamclan and her name was Crookedstep. Crookedstep rose to her paws shaking snow out of her fur and headed out of camp limping. She had, had a limp since she was 5 moons old when a dog had attacked her and her sister. Thinking of her sister made her sad her sister had been washed away that day and she knew that her sister was still alive since she hadn't seen her in Starclan but she had no idea where she was and missed her.
She came to a stop at the river and sat down with a sigh and sat down gazing down at her reflection wishing that she could see her sister. She let out a sigh and laid down letting her head rest on her paws her eyes still fixed on her reflection. 'Why did that dog ever have to attack us?' she thought sheathing and unsheathing her claws. She would always hate dogs because they had ruined her life but separating her and her sister and making her have to train as a medicine cat. She really didn't mind being a medicine cat any longer and knew that she had always been destined to be the medicine cat. She got to her paws wincing slightly as pain shot up her crooked paw. Even after this many moons since the accident the injury the dog had given her still bothered her. She decided that she should had back to camp before she was attacked by something and had to be rescued by one of her clan mates. She limped back to camp seeing that the clearing was still empty. She supposed the clearing would still be empty since it was the middle of the night and a long time before dawn. She usually woke up about the time the dawn patrol left to check the borders and started sorting herbs.
She looked around the clearing again before limping towards her den and slipped inside her den curling up in her nest wincing at the feel of the bracken poking through the moss. 'Tomorrow I'll have to get more moss for my nest,' she thought tucking her nose under her tail. She wondered if she would be able to sleep but the thought had barely crossed her mind when she fell asleep.
