Post by crystal on Feb 25, 2007 9:04:11 GMT -5
name: Sweetleaf
age:14 moons
clan: streamclan
sex: she-cat
rank: young warrior
description: Sweetleaf is a gray she-cat she looks more silver though. She has soft blue eye’s, not really light blue, but not dark ether. She has long legs and tail she is small but don’t under estimate her. she looks like the grey one with long fur
personality: kind, understanding and she is very loyal to her friends no matter who they might be. She loves kits and having a good time but then again she can be fierce and very forceful when needed. Sweetleaf treasures life and family but that is because of what’s been taken from her.
history: Sweetleaf can not remember her kit-hood, she had to grow up fast. She was one of 3 she had tow brothers. Her mother was a stray kittypet that was taken in by her fathers clan she had tried it, she stayed long enough to have her kits she took one when she ran from the clan she took one and kept him. She had seen her towleg wondering in the wood so she ran grabbed a kit and came back to live with the towleg. Her father was appalled but never the less tried to raise the kits. He eventually found he didn’t really have to do anything so he left the foster queen to raise them and he when off in to battles and stuff he forgot all about his kits till one day one killed him. Sweetleaf’s brother left the clan as a apprentice, he was consumed by hatred he had twisted the world in his mind so that everything and everyone hated him, he was crazy, he one day found his father alone and murdered him laughing as he tasted the blood from his own kin. Sweetleaf found no comfort anywhere she tried to love her foster mother but she couldn’t. When she heard about her brother and her father she was horrified to find she really was alone. She knew her father but not enough to feel sad for his death or anything. As apprentices she and her brother had been close she was crest fallen when he left. In the end Sweetleaf found the cruelties of life livable, unfriendly but livable. Sweetleaf trained hared and leant much from her mentor who alone seemed not to be suspicious of her. She had finely regained the trust of most of the cats in the clan. She is now a warrior who has only one thing to lose besides her life and that is her clan. Life is important to her now because of all she went threw n her kit and apprentice years. She doesn’t remember most of this though.
Rp example: Sweetleaf poked her head out of the brambles of which she was hiding in. she leapt out, the sun hit her silver fur, warming it and making a silver out line around her. Sweetleaf landed with a light thud then she raised her head to scent the air but when it cam to truth she was just having some fun. As she drank in the scents of the, fresh, cool morning air, she found that the breeze carried more then just the scent of the prey that she was supposed to be stalking. She cheeked the air again the scent of a cat was still there, a cat not from any clan that she was aware of. She tensed up and flexed her powerful claws, but still hope stirred in her, maybe it was he brother, “maybe I can fix him” she taught hopefully. This unfamiliar scent was drawing closer, she kept turning her nose told her the cat that it belonged to would be in the clearing with her in less the 5 seconds. A tall skinny cat stepped threw the brambles of which she had earlier. Sweetleaf’s eyes rested upon the stranger, she let go of the hope that had surged in her moments ago ”leafbear has not feared you well I see” she mewed her blue eyes locking on to the loners amber ones, of which where full of hated, confusion and bedrail. “You see right” hissed the loner he advanced “leave this territory” mewed Sweetleaf she flexed her claws and did not back away. “Why should I? Who are you to stop me? Leaf bear may have brought hardships upon me, but that means nothing” the black tom beard his yellowing teeth at Sweetleaf “you will feel less pain if you leave now” hissed Sweetleaf trying to scar the advancing cat.the loner laughed at Sweetleaf’s words, he leapt at Sweetleaf who moved just a little to the side form the spot she was standing in, the cat landed with a thud. Sweetleaf jumped onto the momentarily confused cat, she had her claws fully extended, digging into his black back. he, the loner dropped then rolled on his back forcing Sweetleaf off of him. Sweetleaf couldn’t breath under his weight, he gave a ear splitting yowl of pain and suppose he hadn’t anticipated the fact that Sweetleaf’s claws would penetrate more of his flesh when he rolled on to his back. The loner leapt up and with surprising speed pounced on Sweetleaf; he started raking his claws along her vulnerable under belly. Sweetleaf pushed her back paws up to her attackers belly then an idea sprung in her head she placed her feet so they would absorb a even amount of weight and pushed up, she soon had the cat of her and she was now raking a thorn sharp claw down his side. Stratified with the blood dripping from his belly, side and back she asked “had enough yet have, we? I’m theory enjoying my self what about you?” the cat said nothing so Sweetleaf leaped for him again this time she landed short and swatted his face with claws extended. The tom was backing away the he hissed Sweetleaf stopped clawing his face off and mewed “life it tough, I think it’s time you leave. NOW” when the cat didn’t move Sweetleaf growled and darted forward trying to bite his leg. The cat had a go at her now he scratched at her throat, lucky the skin did not brake and so it went till mid-afternoon when the cat’s had separated to catch their breath. Each In despite need of a medicine cat. “Go now or we may fight to the death” Sweetleaf mewed to the loner who had his head low to the ground, “fine I will leave but you wont you’ll be dead in a few minuets anyway” the cats bluff did not frighten Sweetleaf “then I would have died a noble death which is more then I can say for you now leave” she yowled. The loner finely did as told Sweetleaf chased him to the end of the territory. “Don’t come back,” she hissed after him, he turned as hissed, “unlike you I’m free, I can and probably will” Sweetleaf was using all her strength to stay put on the end of the territory. The cat ran off to go terrorize someone body ells. Night fell around a gray shape slowly moving along what seemed to be a path that towlegs knew nothing of, it was Sweetleaf who was limping slowly along trying to get to camp as soon as possible, to tell her leader all that had happened and to see the medicine cat. Sweetleaf was rather satisfied with her self, she knew he would be back he didn’t seam like the type who would accept defect. But the injuries he sustained could be life threatening, just like Sweetleaf’s. Sweetleaf entered the camp she was blood stained and still dripping in some places, she looked tired and her gray, silver fur was matted so she hardly expected anyone to mind there own business
birth place: hidden brambles
the two codes: Accepted by ripplestar
age:14 moons
clan: streamclan
sex: she-cat
rank: young warrior
description: Sweetleaf is a gray she-cat she looks more silver though. She has soft blue eye’s, not really light blue, but not dark ether. She has long legs and tail she is small but don’t under estimate her. she looks like the grey one with long fur
personality: kind, understanding and she is very loyal to her friends no matter who they might be. She loves kits and having a good time but then again she can be fierce and very forceful when needed. Sweetleaf treasures life and family but that is because of what’s been taken from her.
history: Sweetleaf can not remember her kit-hood, she had to grow up fast. She was one of 3 she had tow brothers. Her mother was a stray kittypet that was taken in by her fathers clan she had tried it, she stayed long enough to have her kits she took one when she ran from the clan she took one and kept him. She had seen her towleg wondering in the wood so she ran grabbed a kit and came back to live with the towleg. Her father was appalled but never the less tried to raise the kits. He eventually found he didn’t really have to do anything so he left the foster queen to raise them and he when off in to battles and stuff he forgot all about his kits till one day one killed him. Sweetleaf’s brother left the clan as a apprentice, he was consumed by hatred he had twisted the world in his mind so that everything and everyone hated him, he was crazy, he one day found his father alone and murdered him laughing as he tasted the blood from his own kin. Sweetleaf found no comfort anywhere she tried to love her foster mother but she couldn’t. When she heard about her brother and her father she was horrified to find she really was alone. She knew her father but not enough to feel sad for his death or anything. As apprentices she and her brother had been close she was crest fallen when he left. In the end Sweetleaf found the cruelties of life livable, unfriendly but livable. Sweetleaf trained hared and leant much from her mentor who alone seemed not to be suspicious of her. She had finely regained the trust of most of the cats in the clan. She is now a warrior who has only one thing to lose besides her life and that is her clan. Life is important to her now because of all she went threw n her kit and apprentice years. She doesn’t remember most of this though.
Rp example: Sweetleaf poked her head out of the brambles of which she was hiding in. she leapt out, the sun hit her silver fur, warming it and making a silver out line around her. Sweetleaf landed with a light thud then she raised her head to scent the air but when it cam to truth she was just having some fun. As she drank in the scents of the, fresh, cool morning air, she found that the breeze carried more then just the scent of the prey that she was supposed to be stalking. She cheeked the air again the scent of a cat was still there, a cat not from any clan that she was aware of. She tensed up and flexed her powerful claws, but still hope stirred in her, maybe it was he brother, “maybe I can fix him” she taught hopefully. This unfamiliar scent was drawing closer, she kept turning her nose told her the cat that it belonged to would be in the clearing with her in less the 5 seconds. A tall skinny cat stepped threw the brambles of which she had earlier. Sweetleaf’s eyes rested upon the stranger, she let go of the hope that had surged in her moments ago ”leafbear has not feared you well I see” she mewed her blue eyes locking on to the loners amber ones, of which where full of hated, confusion and bedrail. “You see right” hissed the loner he advanced “leave this territory” mewed Sweetleaf she flexed her claws and did not back away. “Why should I? Who are you to stop me? Leaf bear may have brought hardships upon me, but that means nothing” the black tom beard his yellowing teeth at Sweetleaf “you will feel less pain if you leave now” hissed Sweetleaf trying to scar the advancing cat.the loner laughed at Sweetleaf’s words, he leapt at Sweetleaf who moved just a little to the side form the spot she was standing in, the cat landed with a thud. Sweetleaf jumped onto the momentarily confused cat, she had her claws fully extended, digging into his black back. he, the loner dropped then rolled on his back forcing Sweetleaf off of him. Sweetleaf couldn’t breath under his weight, he gave a ear splitting yowl of pain and suppose he hadn’t anticipated the fact that Sweetleaf’s claws would penetrate more of his flesh when he rolled on to his back. The loner leapt up and with surprising speed pounced on Sweetleaf; he started raking his claws along her vulnerable under belly. Sweetleaf pushed her back paws up to her attackers belly then an idea sprung in her head she placed her feet so they would absorb a even amount of weight and pushed up, she soon had the cat of her and she was now raking a thorn sharp claw down his side. Stratified with the blood dripping from his belly, side and back she asked “had enough yet have, we? I’m theory enjoying my self what about you?” the cat said nothing so Sweetleaf leaped for him again this time she landed short and swatted his face with claws extended. The tom was backing away the he hissed Sweetleaf stopped clawing his face off and mewed “life it tough, I think it’s time you leave. NOW” when the cat didn’t move Sweetleaf growled and darted forward trying to bite his leg. The cat had a go at her now he scratched at her throat, lucky the skin did not brake and so it went till mid-afternoon when the cat’s had separated to catch their breath. Each In despite need of a medicine cat. “Go now or we may fight to the death” Sweetleaf mewed to the loner who had his head low to the ground, “fine I will leave but you wont you’ll be dead in a few minuets anyway” the cats bluff did not frighten Sweetleaf “then I would have died a noble death which is more then I can say for you now leave” she yowled. The loner finely did as told Sweetleaf chased him to the end of the territory. “Don’t come back,” she hissed after him, he turned as hissed, “unlike you I’m free, I can and probably will” Sweetleaf was using all her strength to stay put on the end of the territory. The cat ran off to go terrorize someone body ells. Night fell around a gray shape slowly moving along what seemed to be a path that towlegs knew nothing of, it was Sweetleaf who was limping slowly along trying to get to camp as soon as possible, to tell her leader all that had happened and to see the medicine cat. Sweetleaf was rather satisfied with her self, she knew he would be back he didn’t seam like the type who would accept defect. But the injuries he sustained could be life threatening, just like Sweetleaf’s. Sweetleaf entered the camp she was blood stained and still dripping in some places, she looked tired and her gray, silver fur was matted so she hardly expected anyone to mind there own business
birth place: hidden brambles
the two codes: Accepted by ripplestar