Post by dawnpelt on Oct 11, 2013 14:57:33 GMT -5
Name:: Dawnpelt
Gender:: Female (She-Cat)
Age:: 24 moons (2 years old)
Clan:: ThunderClan
Position:: Warrior
Description::(I don't know how to get pictures :/) Dawnpelt is an interesting she-cat... You'll see why below.
--Dawnpelt is a dark ginger/ tabby with a huge personality. She has medium long fur, which blends well with the leaf-fall (Autumn) leaves. Using Dawnpelt's master hunting crouch and the leaves around her to mask her pelt, Dawnpelt is an excellent hunter when it comes to preparing for leaf-bare.
--Dawnpelt has small white socks. Her underbelly is also white, which leads up to the bottom of her muzzle. This trait may not help Dawnpelt in hiding purposes, but her paws are fluffy, and never get matted, so in leaf-fall, with all the leaves, she steps silently, and uses her foes' actions to mask any sounds she might make. So, if a squirrel steps on a twig, Dawnpelt swiftly runs forward to get closer, with her opponents sound of its mistake leading it to its doom even sooner.
--Dawnpelt's eyes are a mixture of icy-blue, emerald-green, and death-defying amber. Her eyes are the only thing you see when fighting in the dark... Dawnpelt's dark pelt also gives her another advantage. Dawnpelt uses her foes carefully during fights in dark places. Her dark fur is used for hiding. It may seem like "Cowardly," as some cats say, but Dawnpelt's clever mind keeps her with more statistics, less injuries.
--Dawnpelt's pelt is darker, and medium length. Her oddly long fur makes her great for battle; her mind thinks like lightning bolts, and her pelt makes it so when cats swipe her flank, but don't get in a wonderful blow, they leave a tiny scratch and a loss of fur; which grows back in less than a moon.
Personality:: Dawnpelt has an interesting place and personality. Read below to see.
--Dawnpelt takes things more seriously than you'd probably think. For a she-cat, you'd be surprised about how many desperate blows she gets in on senior warriors, toms especially, and sends them yelping back to their territory. Trust me, this is one she-cat you don't want to mess with.
--Apart from battle, Dawnpelt makes a good use in her clan. She uses her wits when thinking about battle plans, and makes them more stealthy. Dawnpelt, again, apart from battle, has a soft heart for kits and elders; doing whatever she could to help them out when needed. Dawnpelt makes a useful she-cat when helping elders around camp. Some apprentices seem like she is stealing their job, but in a good way.
Family:: Mother- Morningbird(Deceased) Father-Mothfern(Deceased) Sister- Snowpelt(Alive)
History:: Dawnpelt was the proud teacher of 4 apprentices; one apprentice was granted to her 3 sunrises after becoming a warrior, one when Dawnpelt was 13 moons old, and the other two in a range of 3 moons, (14-17). Dawnpelt is considering kits, but then may not be able to become the deputy.
RolePlay Sample:: Dawnpaw flipped herself around at a WindClan warrior. "No one touches me!" Dawnpaw called, sending a tom with a nasty gash on his flank and muzzle. Dawnpaw is an apprentice, and was training for very long, to get her moves mastered. All of the sudden, two warriors bared up on Snowpaw, Dawnpaw's sister. Dawnpaw jumped on one warrior, while her sister attacked the other one. "You soooo owe me a sparrow!" Dawnpaw recalled, sending the warrior she pounced on running. Just then, Mothfern and Morningbird were cornered. Dawnpaw knew her mother and father were amazing warriors, and could get themselves out of that mess quickly, so Dawnpaw ignored it. Snowpaw thought the same, and went on their way. Soon, all of the WindClan cats dissapeared from Morningbird and Mothfern. Yet, the WindClan cats weren't yelping away, they simply bounded away towards another group of fighting. Unable to see what happened, Dawnpaw and Snowpaw became suspicious. But the fighting lasted for what seemed like forever.
"Morningbird?" Snowpaw called to her mother and bounded towards her when the fighting was over. Mothfern's eyes were clouded over, yet Morningbird's eyes were closed. Snowpaw eased when she saw her mother's flank rising and falling slowly. "Pebbleheart!" Dawnpaw called when seeing his eyes clouded. The she-cat medicine cat bounded towards them, and dipped her head towards Mothfern. "Snowpaw, Dawnpaw, I am so sorry... B-But Mothfern is dead." Dawnpaw stiffened. "No! No! H-He can't be! We saw him fight off those WindClan warriors! Plus, warriors don't kill without reason!" Dawnpaw sank her nose in her fathers pelt. "Come back to us, Mothfern! You promised you would teach me that duck-flip-claw move when we got home!" She cried. Pebbleheart pulled her back. The medicine cat dipped her head once more, and let Snowpaw and Dawnpaw stick their noses in her fur. Both she-cats were crying, but had no choice but to help her mother back to camp. "He didn't deserve to die," An elder spoke. "He never thought twice about protecting his family." The elder shook his head. Snowpaw and Dawnpaw's pelts were drenched with blood from other warriors and rain. The apprentices didn't care, though.
"From this moment on, you shall be named Dawnpelt!" Midnightstar's meow rang throughout the clearing. Dawnpelt stepped forward and licked Midnightstar's shoulder when he touched his nose against Dawnpelt's head. It had been 3 moons from Mothfern's death, and Morningbird's shortly followed. Morningbird died from a sudden case of greencough. The apprentices were very soft on elders and senior warriors now, not to mention kits and queens. But Dawnpelt knew her life was okay as long as she stayed with Snowpelt, her newly-named warrior sister.
Gender:: Female (She-Cat)
Age:: 24 moons (2 years old)
Clan:: ThunderClan
Position:: Warrior
Description::(I don't know how to get pictures :/) Dawnpelt is an interesting she-cat... You'll see why below.
--Dawnpelt is a dark ginger/ tabby with a huge personality. She has medium long fur, which blends well with the leaf-fall (Autumn) leaves. Using Dawnpelt's master hunting crouch and the leaves around her to mask her pelt, Dawnpelt is an excellent hunter when it comes to preparing for leaf-bare.
--Dawnpelt has small white socks. Her underbelly is also white, which leads up to the bottom of her muzzle. This trait may not help Dawnpelt in hiding purposes, but her paws are fluffy, and never get matted, so in leaf-fall, with all the leaves, she steps silently, and uses her foes' actions to mask any sounds she might make. So, if a squirrel steps on a twig, Dawnpelt swiftly runs forward to get closer, with her opponents sound of its mistake leading it to its doom even sooner.
--Dawnpelt's eyes are a mixture of icy-blue, emerald-green, and death-defying amber. Her eyes are the only thing you see when fighting in the dark... Dawnpelt's dark pelt also gives her another advantage. Dawnpelt uses her foes carefully during fights in dark places. Her dark fur is used for hiding. It may seem like "Cowardly," as some cats say, but Dawnpelt's clever mind keeps her with more statistics, less injuries.
--Dawnpelt's pelt is darker, and medium length. Her oddly long fur makes her great for battle; her mind thinks like lightning bolts, and her pelt makes it so when cats swipe her flank, but don't get in a wonderful blow, they leave a tiny scratch and a loss of fur; which grows back in less than a moon.
Personality:: Dawnpelt has an interesting place and personality. Read below to see.
--Dawnpelt takes things more seriously than you'd probably think. For a she-cat, you'd be surprised about how many desperate blows she gets in on senior warriors, toms especially, and sends them yelping back to their territory. Trust me, this is one she-cat you don't want to mess with.
--Apart from battle, Dawnpelt makes a good use in her clan. She uses her wits when thinking about battle plans, and makes them more stealthy. Dawnpelt, again, apart from battle, has a soft heart for kits and elders; doing whatever she could to help them out when needed. Dawnpelt makes a useful she-cat when helping elders around camp. Some apprentices seem like she is stealing their job, but in a good way.
Family:: Mother- Morningbird(Deceased) Father-Mothfern(Deceased) Sister- Snowpelt(Alive)
History:: Dawnpelt was the proud teacher of 4 apprentices; one apprentice was granted to her 3 sunrises after becoming a warrior, one when Dawnpelt was 13 moons old, and the other two in a range of 3 moons, (14-17). Dawnpelt is considering kits, but then may not be able to become the deputy.
RolePlay Sample:: Dawnpaw flipped herself around at a WindClan warrior. "No one touches me!" Dawnpaw called, sending a tom with a nasty gash on his flank and muzzle. Dawnpaw is an apprentice, and was training for very long, to get her moves mastered. All of the sudden, two warriors bared up on Snowpaw, Dawnpaw's sister. Dawnpaw jumped on one warrior, while her sister attacked the other one. "You soooo owe me a sparrow!" Dawnpaw recalled, sending the warrior she pounced on running. Just then, Mothfern and Morningbird were cornered. Dawnpaw knew her mother and father were amazing warriors, and could get themselves out of that mess quickly, so Dawnpaw ignored it. Snowpaw thought the same, and went on their way. Soon, all of the WindClan cats dissapeared from Morningbird and Mothfern. Yet, the WindClan cats weren't yelping away, they simply bounded away towards another group of fighting. Unable to see what happened, Dawnpaw and Snowpaw became suspicious. But the fighting lasted for what seemed like forever.
"Morningbird?" Snowpaw called to her mother and bounded towards her when the fighting was over. Mothfern's eyes were clouded over, yet Morningbird's eyes were closed. Snowpaw eased when she saw her mother's flank rising and falling slowly. "Pebbleheart!" Dawnpaw called when seeing his eyes clouded. The she-cat medicine cat bounded towards them, and dipped her head towards Mothfern. "Snowpaw, Dawnpaw, I am so sorry... B-But Mothfern is dead." Dawnpaw stiffened. "No! No! H-He can't be! We saw him fight off those WindClan warriors! Plus, warriors don't kill without reason!" Dawnpaw sank her nose in her fathers pelt. "Come back to us, Mothfern! You promised you would teach me that duck-flip-claw move when we got home!" She cried. Pebbleheart pulled her back. The medicine cat dipped her head once more, and let Snowpaw and Dawnpaw stick their noses in her fur. Both she-cats were crying, but had no choice but to help her mother back to camp. "He didn't deserve to die," An elder spoke. "He never thought twice about protecting his family." The elder shook his head. Snowpaw and Dawnpaw's pelts were drenched with blood from other warriors and rain. The apprentices didn't care, though.
"From this moment on, you shall be named Dawnpelt!" Midnightstar's meow rang throughout the clearing. Dawnpelt stepped forward and licked Midnightstar's shoulder when he touched his nose against Dawnpelt's head. It had been 3 moons from Mothfern's death, and Morningbird's shortly followed. Morningbird died from a sudden case of greencough. The apprentices were very soft on elders and senior warriors now, not to mention kits and queens. But Dawnpelt knew her life was okay as long as she stayed with Snowpelt, her newly-named warrior sister.
I didn't notice it 'till now. Anyways, here is a redo of it 
