Echostory[RiverClan]

[~Echostory~]

Name: Echostory
Age: Fourteen moons
Gender: Female
Desired Position: Warrior
Accessories:

None.

Appearance:

Echostory has a pitch black pelt. Even the tip of her nose is black. But underneath the black, you can faintly see lighter markings in dark grey, so they blend in. She's of normal build, typical of a RiverClan cat. Her fur is almost water-resistant. The thing that separates her from most other black cats are her icy aqua blue eyes. One eye is beginning to falter in its sight, but Echostory won't admit to that.
She's slightly underweight, as she won't eat until EVERY other cat has eaten before her.

Personality:

Echostory is very outgoing. She enjoys company and one day wants to be a queen. She has a very strong ability to put up with kits and apprentices, often helping them with battle moves. She's shy at certain times, but she isn't afraid to speak her mind for what is right. She's completely dedicated to RiverClan.

History:

Echostep and Birdstory were raised together, their parents were best friends. Everyone knew that the two would be mates.
Right out of apprenticeship, Birdstory found out that she was having kits. She and Echostep were estatic.
Birdsong gave birth to three healthy kits; Echokit, Lionkit, and Whisperkit. Whisperkit and Lionkit both died from colds early in life, but Echokit remained, her will to live stronger than the other two kits.

As an apprentice, she got into more than her fair share of trouble due to her mouth. She spoke out when she thought something was right, and often got reprimanded for it.

The day before she became a warrior, her parents were brutally slaughtered by a fox. She was distraught, and pleaded with the leader to let her warriors name be Echostory. After a bit of discussion, the name was allowed.

Sample post:

"Echokit, it's time for you to try freshkill."
I raised my head, ears pricked forward. The memory of my mothers voice rang in my ears, and I shook my head to clear my senses. I squeezed out of the warriors den, coming to the freshkill pile. It was near moonhigh, so I was aware of the fact that all other cats had eaten. I reached forward, pulling out a tiny, scrawny mouse. I hadn't eaten yet the day before, so I neatly tucked into it, finishing it in a few ravenous bites.

Family:

Echostep-Father-Deceased
Birdstory-Mother-Deceased
Whisperkit-Sister-Deceased
Lionkit-Brother-Deceased

Other:

I haven't RPed on a Warriors site in almost a year, so I'm just working off the rust ;-;

[[R] a v e n]

Accepted