Post by Shadowstar on Jun 21, 2005 12:16:01 GMT -5
Name: Shadowflame
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: deputy
Clan: CheetahClan
Appearance: Shadowflame is a mostly orange cat, but has black stripes like dark flame running all across his body. His eyes are black with flecks of orange. He is the inverse of his twin, Shadowfire, but he doesn't know he has a twin. His legs are slightly stubby, but powerful. His tail is a tad longer than normal. He is battle scarred, with a notched ear and scraped muzzle.
Personality: Shadowflame has a hot temper that is hard for him to control. He is fair almost to a fault, and is very impartial in his dealings. He is a shrewd battle strategist, and an excellent fighter. Sadness for his lost twin (or so he thinks) causes him to withdraw from society.
History: Shadowflame and Shadowfire where born in a Twoleg nest, but both ran away soon after birth. They got separated in a storm, and both thinks the other is dead. They found their way to different clans, Shadowfire to LeopardClan and Shadowflame to CheetahClan.
Picture: If you have the URL of a picture of your cat, put it here. This is optional.
Roleplay Sample: Must I? Oh, I'll copy and paste.Treestar woke up and stretched, hitting his head on a root that came into the top of his den. He batted at it. He would have to remember that it was there. Treestar came out of his den, which was no fancier than any warrior's den. "Whiteclaw, Darkpaw, and Silverfang." he called. "Morning patrol time. Greenflower, please come hunting with me. We need more fresh kill." His Clan stuck their sleepy heads out of the den. "C'mon lazypaws!" He teased them. The cats groaned good-naturedly before rising.
Leafeyes, a young queen, looked out worriedly. "Gorsekit caught a fever last night Treestar." she said, anxiety clear in her voice. Treestar nodded to the patrol to go and bounded over. The little kit was shivering and mewling piteously. Treestar picked him up very gently. "I'll take him to Cinderpelt." he said. "There probably no real cause for worry Leafeyes. Come, you can sit with him. " Side by side, the two cats made their way to the medicine cats den. Treestar set the kit down slowly on a moss covered ledge inside the den. Cinderpelt took one look at the kit. "Caught the chills eh?" she said, as she began rumaging around in her herbs. Treestar gave the queen a comforting lick. "See? Nothing to worry about." Leafeyes still shifted anxiously. This was her first litter. Treestar nodded to Cinderpelt. "Leafeyes can stay with her kit until it gets better." Cinderpelt dipped her head in acknowlegement. Treestar gave the queen a last comforting look and bounded out.
Greenflower was waiting for him by the entrance. "Hurry up, or the prey will die of old age!" She called to him. Treestar grinned. "I'm coming. We'll go up as far as the Thunderpath." Greenflower nodded. Everyone liked their leader, who never asked his Clan to do anything he would not or could not do himself. If Treestar did not bring enough prey back, he took his share to elders, like any apprentice or warrior. Treestar froze and dropped into a hunting crouch. Stalking expertly, he inched nearer to his prey: a thrush. He moved closer and closer until he was almost close enough to reach out and touch it's feathers. Then he pounced! With a single blow of his paw, it was over. Greenflower came up with a mouse, and they buried their prey to pick up later.
Secret Phrase: On the Edge
Age: 12 moons
Gender: Male
Rank: deputy
Clan: CheetahClan
Appearance: Shadowflame is a mostly orange cat, but has black stripes like dark flame running all across his body. His eyes are black with flecks of orange. He is the inverse of his twin, Shadowfire, but he doesn't know he has a twin. His legs are slightly stubby, but powerful. His tail is a tad longer than normal. He is battle scarred, with a notched ear and scraped muzzle.
Personality: Shadowflame has a hot temper that is hard for him to control. He is fair almost to a fault, and is very impartial in his dealings. He is a shrewd battle strategist, and an excellent fighter. Sadness for his lost twin (or so he thinks) causes him to withdraw from society.
History: Shadowflame and Shadowfire where born in a Twoleg nest, but both ran away soon after birth. They got separated in a storm, and both thinks the other is dead. They found their way to different clans, Shadowfire to LeopardClan and Shadowflame to CheetahClan.
Picture: If you have the URL of a picture of your cat, put it here. This is optional.
Roleplay Sample: Must I? Oh, I'll copy and paste.Treestar woke up and stretched, hitting his head on a root that came into the top of his den. He batted at it. He would have to remember that it was there. Treestar came out of his den, which was no fancier than any warrior's den. "Whiteclaw, Darkpaw, and Silverfang." he called. "Morning patrol time. Greenflower, please come hunting with me. We need more fresh kill." His Clan stuck their sleepy heads out of the den. "C'mon lazypaws!" He teased them. The cats groaned good-naturedly before rising.
Leafeyes, a young queen, looked out worriedly. "Gorsekit caught a fever last night Treestar." she said, anxiety clear in her voice. Treestar nodded to the patrol to go and bounded over. The little kit was shivering and mewling piteously. Treestar picked him up very gently. "I'll take him to Cinderpelt." he said. "There probably no real cause for worry Leafeyes. Come, you can sit with him. " Side by side, the two cats made their way to the medicine cats den. Treestar set the kit down slowly on a moss covered ledge inside the den. Cinderpelt took one look at the kit. "Caught the chills eh?" she said, as she began rumaging around in her herbs. Treestar gave the queen a comforting lick. "See? Nothing to worry about." Leafeyes still shifted anxiously. This was her first litter. Treestar nodded to Cinderpelt. "Leafeyes can stay with her kit until it gets better." Cinderpelt dipped her head in acknowlegement. Treestar gave the queen a last comforting look and bounded out.
Greenflower was waiting for him by the entrance. "Hurry up, or the prey will die of old age!" She called to him. Treestar grinned. "I'm coming. We'll go up as far as the Thunderpath." Greenflower nodded. Everyone liked their leader, who never asked his Clan to do anything he would not or could not do himself. If Treestar did not bring enough prey back, he took his share to elders, like any apprentice or warrior. Treestar froze and dropped into a hunting crouch. Stalking expertly, he inched nearer to his prey: a thrush. He moved closer and closer until he was almost close enough to reach out and touch it's feathers. Then he pounced! With a single blow of his paw, it was over. Greenflower came up with a mouse, and they buried their prey to pick up later.
Secret Phrase: On the Edge
Shadowstar
