Post by Birdie° on Jul 5, 2008 11:14:51 GMT -7
Name: Bluejay
Gender: Female
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior [just turning. Thank you Elky~]
Description: Bluejay is a small she-cat, though looking at the size of her siblings, it's easy to tell she'll get a bit bigger in size as she grows. Her body is long and slick, much like that of a Riverclan cat. Blue's legs and tail are long as well, long and thin and built for speed. She is dainty and light on her feet with small paws and a soft step, though her endurance is her worst flaw. Bluejay can run fast [very fast], picking up an old trick; running with bounds and leaps that send her flying over the ground. Her fur is coarse to the touch and while laying smooth on her back puffs around her underbelly and chest. It is a deep black but looks to be a dark navy blue in the sun or moonlight. She has nearly invisible markings that match those of her brothers. Her eyes are bright gold, sticking out on her fur.
Short Description: A young warrior with a sleek 'blue' pelt.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: Kind and sweet, but quiet. She listens and does what others tell her, though how well she does it depends on how high of a rank [or if she trusts them in said high rank] that other has. Miseria is smart for her age, but her voice is rarely heard and that makes her speak very little. Blue is caring, fun to be with -usually- and is very loyal. She's almost always there to help, and one of her favorite things in the world are the quiet things in life - the moon, stars, the sky in general-which perfectly matches her soft personality. She almost never speaks around those she is uncomfortable around [which is rare, she's pretty trusting], and doesn't meet the eyes of anyone, judging by their face if they seem kind or not. Blue hates conflict, usually the cat to calm the others down or bring unneccessary fights to a standstill. If a fight is needed, she's for Windclan.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Bluekit was the oldest in a litter of two. At five moons old, she was introduced to older siblings named Redpaw and Thrushkit [very soon to be Thrushpaw]. She felt closer to Redpaw that Thrushkit, however, and cuddled up to her older brother constantly. They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle, both ripped to shreds when defending a curious Thrushpaw and another sibling, both of which had followed the warriors out to the battlefield. Thrushpaw, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, Bluekit noticed a change in Thrushpaw, especially when Redpaw became Redbreast at an early age.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." She had been driven by anger and feels terrible about it now; but Thrushwood hasn't yet accepted her many apologies.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
Name: Redbreast
Gender: Male
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat [Thank you Raven~]
Description: Redbreast's chest isn't really 'red,' it's more of a sunny sort of orange. His fur is a bright, glaring [somehow dull] gold in the sun, but it darkens in the shade or nighttime. Red is a large tom, built thick and muscular. His legs are long, and he can run faster than many cats his size, but his body size slows him down. His tail is like that of his sister's; long, but to balance himself, it's thicker in width. his eyes are round and gold, like Bluejay's, but darker and far more dull.
Short Description: A large, red-chested tom.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: If Red were a bug, he'd be one with an exoskeleton; he seems tough-hearted and even cold to those who don't know him, but is actually soft on the inside and very kind. He is very calm and does not overreact about things, nor does he easily show his mood. Despite Redbreast's hidden moodswings [there aren't many], he doesn't hide them with a smile or shrug off something that upsets him. He fights for his family, friends, and clan; he would throw himself at anything trying to harm them. He likes to be alone, but pushes for his clan to be a group, to work together. Red is hardly secretive, and is pretty open to those he cares about. He can go from kind and soft to bitter in a heartbeat, and is sarcastic to those he distrusts or doesn't find to be reasonable. It takes awhile to get him to trust you, but if he's given time, he's a great friend.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Redkit was the oldest in a litter of five. At 3 moons old, he was introduced to a younger sibling named Thrushkit. The two started off as good friends, even when Bluekit was born [and decided she preferred the fuzzy warmth of Redkit over Thrushkit.] They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle, both ripped to shreds when defending a curious Thrushpaw and another sibling, both of which had followed the warriors out to the battlefield. Thrushkit, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, when Redpaw became Redbreast at only nine and a half moons old, Thrushpaw felt the tinge of jealousy begin. It became normal sibling rivalry thereafter [mainly on Thrushpaw's part, Redbreast believed] that calmed only when they aged a few moons older.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." Redbreast, surprised, did the only thing he knew; tried to calm Bluepaw down, hoping her angry words hadn't been heard. Unfortunantly, they had been; by Thrush himself.
These days, Redbreast is irritated by Thrushwoods bitterness toward the two of them, bored with his threats and spitting words.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
Name: Thrushwood
Gender: Male
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: While made thickly of muscle, it really doesn't show on Thrushwood. He is short and stocky but stronger than he looks. His eyes are a mossy green-brown color, and his fur is tree-bark brown. His lighter underbelly, muzzle, and patches on his paws and eyes look almost green-gold, but aren't. His chest and underbelly are speckled like the bird he was named after in the same dark gray as his nose and inner-ears.
Short Description: A sly young warrior with a speckled underbelly.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: Bitter and cold, Thrushwood is everything that Redbreast's acquaintances think of Red to be. Like his older brother, he doesn't trust easily. In turn, he isn't trusted or looked up to often. He's a very loyal cat on the inside [despite his almost-constant forgetting/disregard of the warrior code], patient too, but it doesn't show through his own thick exoskeleton. He is sly and sneaky, tricking his way into other clan territories for fun or stealing loner/kittypet's prey. Similar to Redbreast, Thrushwood has a very strong sense of clan pride, and would defend his clan until he dropped. Not dropped dead, of course; he wouldn't risk his life for anything but himself, he's said. Thrush is jealous of his siblings; both had turned warriors at early ages. He was held back as an apprentice until 14 moons [his mentor still thinks he should have been kept back longer.] due to his morbid curiosity, brushing aside the warrior code, and leaving his mentor's side during training. Thrushwood can be frustrating to deal with; his siblings are the only known Windclanners to calm him down during a spout of anger. He is a closed book, closed and locked with heavy metal chains. His facial features tell his moods by the slightest of changes; a slight twitch of the eyelid or lips. With a bit of kindness and a good friend, perhaps this darkened-hearted cat could open up.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Thrushkit was the second-oldest in a litter of four. At one moon old, he was introduced to an older sibling named Redkit, born a few moons before he was. The two started off as good friends, even when Bluekit was born [and decided she preferred the fuzzy warmth of Redkit over Thrushkit.] They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle. Thrushkit, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, when Redpaw became Redbreast at only nine and a half moons old, Thrushpaw felt the tinge of jealousy begin. It became normal sibling rivalry thereafter that calmed only when they aged a few moons older.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." It hit him paticularly hard considering the three were so close, and Redbreast hadn't even flinched! He grew bitter and angry that night, not changing since.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior [just turning. Thank you Elky~]
Description: Bluejay is a small she-cat, though looking at the size of her siblings, it's easy to tell she'll get a bit bigger in size as she grows. Her body is long and slick, much like that of a Riverclan cat. Blue's legs and tail are long as well, long and thin and built for speed. She is dainty and light on her feet with small paws and a soft step, though her endurance is her worst flaw. Bluejay can run fast [very fast], picking up an old trick; running with bounds and leaps that send her flying over the ground. Her fur is coarse to the touch and while laying smooth on her back puffs around her underbelly and chest. It is a deep black but looks to be a dark navy blue in the sun or moonlight. She has nearly invisible markings that match those of her brothers. Her eyes are bright gold, sticking out on her fur.
Short Description: A young warrior with a sleek 'blue' pelt.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: Kind and sweet, but quiet. She listens and does what others tell her, though how well she does it depends on how high of a rank [or if she trusts them in said high rank] that other has. Miseria is smart for her age, but her voice is rarely heard and that makes her speak very little. Blue is caring, fun to be with -usually- and is very loyal. She's almost always there to help, and one of her favorite things in the world are the quiet things in life - the moon, stars, the sky in general-which perfectly matches her soft personality. She almost never speaks around those she is uncomfortable around [which is rare, she's pretty trusting], and doesn't meet the eyes of anyone, judging by their face if they seem kind or not. Blue hates conflict, usually the cat to calm the others down or bring unneccessary fights to a standstill. If a fight is needed, she's for Windclan.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Bluekit was the oldest in a litter of two. At five moons old, she was introduced to older siblings named Redpaw and Thrushkit [very soon to be Thrushpaw]. She felt closer to Redpaw that Thrushkit, however, and cuddled up to her older brother constantly. They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle, both ripped to shreds when defending a curious Thrushpaw and another sibling, both of which had followed the warriors out to the battlefield. Thrushpaw, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, Bluekit noticed a change in Thrushpaw, especially when Redpaw became Redbreast at an early age.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." She had been driven by anger and feels terrible about it now; but Thrushwood hasn't yet accepted her many apologies.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
Name: Redbreast
Gender: Male
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Medicine Cat [Thank you Raven~]
Description: Redbreast's chest isn't really 'red,' it's more of a sunny sort of orange. His fur is a bright, glaring [somehow dull] gold in the sun, but it darkens in the shade or nighttime. Red is a large tom, built thick and muscular. His legs are long, and he can run faster than many cats his size, but his body size slows him down. His tail is like that of his sister's; long, but to balance himself, it's thicker in width. his eyes are round and gold, like Bluejay's, but darker and far more dull.
Short Description: A large, red-chested tom.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: If Red were a bug, he'd be one with an exoskeleton; he seems tough-hearted and even cold to those who don't know him, but is actually soft on the inside and very kind. He is very calm and does not overreact about things, nor does he easily show his mood. Despite Redbreast's hidden moodswings [there aren't many], he doesn't hide them with a smile or shrug off something that upsets him. He fights for his family, friends, and clan; he would throw himself at anything trying to harm them. He likes to be alone, but pushes for his clan to be a group, to work together. Red is hardly secretive, and is pretty open to those he cares about. He can go from kind and soft to bitter in a heartbeat, and is sarcastic to those he distrusts or doesn't find to be reasonable. It takes awhile to get him to trust you, but if he's given time, he's a great friend.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Redkit was the oldest in a litter of five. At 3 moons old, he was introduced to a younger sibling named Thrushkit. The two started off as good friends, even when Bluekit was born [and decided she preferred the fuzzy warmth of Redkit over Thrushkit.] They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle, both ripped to shreds when defending a curious Thrushpaw and another sibling, both of which had followed the warriors out to the battlefield. Thrushkit, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, when Redpaw became Redbreast at only nine and a half moons old, Thrushpaw felt the tinge of jealousy begin. It became normal sibling rivalry thereafter [mainly on Thrushpaw's part, Redbreast believed] that calmed only when they aged a few moons older.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." Redbreast, surprised, did the only thing he knew; tried to calm Bluepaw down, hoping her angry words hadn't been heard. Unfortunantly, they had been; by Thrush himself.
These days, Redbreast is irritated by Thrushwoods bitterness toward the two of them, bored with his threats and spitting words.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
Name: Thrushwood
Gender: Male
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Description: While made thickly of muscle, it really doesn't show on Thrushwood. He is short and stocky but stronger than he looks. His eyes are a mossy green-brown color, and his fur is tree-bark brown. His lighter underbelly, muzzle, and patches on his paws and eyes look almost green-gold, but aren't. His chest and underbelly are speckled like the bird he was named after in the same dark gray as his nose and inner-ears.
Short Description: A sly young warrior with a speckled underbelly.
Accessories: N/A
Personality: Bitter and cold, Thrushwood is everything that Redbreast's acquaintances think of Red to be. Like his older brother, he doesn't trust easily. In turn, he isn't trusted or looked up to often. He's a very loyal cat on the inside [despite his almost-constant forgetting/disregard of the warrior code], patient too, but it doesn't show through his own thick exoskeleton. He is sly and sneaky, tricking his way into other clan territories for fun or stealing loner/kittypet's prey. Similar to Redbreast, Thrushwood has a very strong sense of clan pride, and would defend his clan until he dropped. Not dropped dead, of course; he wouldn't risk his life for anything but himself, he's said. Thrush is jealous of his siblings; both had turned warriors at early ages. He was held back as an apprentice until 14 moons [his mentor still thinks he should have been kept back longer.] due to his morbid curiosity, brushing aside the warrior code, and leaving his mentor's side during training. Thrushwood can be frustrating to deal with; his siblings are the only known Windclanners to calm him down during a spout of anger. He is a closed book, closed and locked with heavy metal chains. His facial features tell his moods by the slightest of changes; a slight twitch of the eyelid or lips. With a bit of kindness and a good friend, perhaps this darkened-hearted cat could open up.
History: Born to a happy pair of cats [both warriors], Thrushkit was the second-oldest in a litter of four. At one moon old, he was introduced to an older sibling named Redkit, born a few moons before he was. The two started off as good friends, even when Bluekit was born [and decided she preferred the fuzzy warmth of Redkit over Thrushkit.] They [all three litters of kits] suffered the loss of their mother and father one night, when both were killed in battle. Thrushkit, Bluekit, and Redpaw stayed together since then, best of friends. However, when Redpaw became Redbreast at only nine and a half moons old, Thrushpaw felt the tinge of jealousy begin. It became normal sibling rivalry thereafter that calmed only when they aged a few moons older.
All was peaceful until Thrushwood caught Bluepaw tell Redbreast [after a paticularly nasty argument] that she wished "Thrush had never been born" and that "everyone knows it was his fault our parents died that night." It hit him paticularly hard considering the three were so close, and Redbreast hadn't even flinched! He grew bitter and angry that night, not changing since.
RP sample: ...no~ /whines
Other: N/A
