Post by Blackstorm on Apr 18, 2007 12:11:48 GMT -5
Name: Spiritheart
Age: 20 Moons
Rank: Deputy or Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Description: Spiritheart's fur is a semi-long tortoiseshell-and-white tom. His eyes are a orange-amber color. He has a white chest, muzzle, and stomach. This white wraps around his legs. It rings around his neck. He has a pattern of black and dark ginger on his ears and most of his head and back, also running around his tail.
www.greenhill-mco.it/Moulin%20Rouge%206%20mesi.JPG
Personality: Spiritheart is a strong-minded, fun yet stern cat. He is forgiving and just, and fair to all cats. He shows a strange firmness, but loves his Clan and would put down his life for any single cat for them to live, even though he knows the Clan is more important than any single member, but any of his Clan should be before himself. He believes his father's principles, for he was taught in these ways. He is never quick to point the blame on a cat, and tries not to panic in tight situations.
History: Spiritheart was born to Laststar (father) and Redfire (mother). He has two siblings -- Redkit II, a reddish-brown she-cat, and Lastkit II, the last-born runt of the litter, a light brown tabby tom. Spiritheart, then Spiritkit, was the oldest of the litter, and named after his grandfather, Spiritheart I. (I'll put a little guide to who was named after who later.) Spiritkit II was the oldest, but tried to be like his father. His father loved him, but had little time to spend with his kits, as there was a great war that had lasted three generations of their family. It was a brutal war -- warriors died and were wounded, hostility raised to an uncanny height. Many times, Spiritkit and his siblings had to fight, and all became strong, well-muscled cats. When the war ended, Spiritkit had been a young apprentice. Laststar had successfully won the war between FrostClan and SnowClan, and many warriors had survived. Spiritpaw's mother had died in the war.
Spiritpaw trained well, as his uncle's apprentice. His uncle, Patchedsoul, had trained him well. His uncle had suffered so much in the past moons, as he had been named Patchedsoul because he had to be pieced back together over a long time. The cat seemed much happier, but he died after completing Spiritpaw's training. Spiritpaw was soon named Spiritheart.
Laststar was soon killed off after the battle, his immune system weak. Greencough hit him and picked away his lives and many lives in the camp. After that, Shiningstar was named leader, and Spiritheart her deputy(?). (Sorry for slight powerplaying, but...)
But that isn't all. Spiritheart soon fell in love with a beautiful she-cat named Tendertouch. They both became mates after a few moons, and had four kits -- Lostkit, Warkit, Treasonkit, Slainkit, and Shadowingkit. His mother predicted something to go with each of their names.
Lostkit, the oldest, would lose hope and life itself -- not literally, but he would no longer believe the future brought hope.
Warkit, the second oldest, would remain loyal through the bloodshed of war and insanity.
Treasonkit, the third born, would show himself as disloyal; however, he would turn his treason around into faith and striving loyalty.
Shadowingkit, fourth born, would overshadow love, hope, joy; even Lostkit could not compare with this dark kit. He is evil. He is sheer, tormenting evil.
Slainkit, the youngest, would be slain while slaying, and destroy a mysterious evil amongst them.
IC: [Different character for a different site.]
The broad-shouldered tom sat outside the warriors' den, still dreary from his sleep. He stretched his legs. How nice it was to be in StormClan. He had a good leader, good friends. Even the food was especially good (not that he'd eaten other Clans' prey -- he could only guess). He sighed, raising his head to look at the morning sun. His black pelt lapped up its warmth ravenously, the muscle-relaxing warmth making him more tired. He turned his head, seeing Leachstar. He stood up, deciding it better to not be alone. Of course, he wasn't the most social cat in the world, he would at least try -- and it's the thought that counts, right?
He smiled as he came toward her. He dipped his head politely, and raised it again. "Good morning, Leachstar. It's a lovely morning, isn't it?" he commented. He would have mentioned how the warmth was making him more sleepy, but he stopped himself. It was polite to ask how the other cat was first. "How are you?"
Cod word: It was Twilightpelt when I read it...
Other: N/A
Mother: Redfeather I
Father: Laststar/Lastwind
Siblings: Lastwind II (died the night of warrior ceremony in a battle)
Redfire (died the night of warrior ceremony in a battle)
Age: 20 Moons
Rank: Deputy or Warrior
Clan: FrostClan
Description: Spiritheart's fur is a semi-long tortoiseshell-and-white tom. His eyes are a orange-amber color. He has a white chest, muzzle, and stomach. This white wraps around his legs. It rings around his neck. He has a pattern of black and dark ginger on his ears and most of his head and back, also running around his tail.
www.greenhill-mco.it/Moulin%20Rouge%206%20mesi.JPG
Personality: Spiritheart is a strong-minded, fun yet stern cat. He is forgiving and just, and fair to all cats. He shows a strange firmness, but loves his Clan and would put down his life for any single cat for them to live, even though he knows the Clan is more important than any single member, but any of his Clan should be before himself. He believes his father's principles, for he was taught in these ways. He is never quick to point the blame on a cat, and tries not to panic in tight situations.
History: Spiritheart was born to Laststar (father) and Redfire (mother). He has two siblings -- Redkit II, a reddish-brown she-cat, and Lastkit II, the last-born runt of the litter, a light brown tabby tom. Spiritheart, then Spiritkit, was the oldest of the litter, and named after his grandfather, Spiritheart I. (I'll put a little guide to who was named after who later.) Spiritkit II was the oldest, but tried to be like his father. His father loved him, but had little time to spend with his kits, as there was a great war that had lasted three generations of their family. It was a brutal war -- warriors died and were wounded, hostility raised to an uncanny height. Many times, Spiritkit and his siblings had to fight, and all became strong, well-muscled cats. When the war ended, Spiritkit had been a young apprentice. Laststar had successfully won the war between FrostClan and SnowClan, and many warriors had survived. Spiritpaw's mother had died in the war.
Spiritpaw trained well, as his uncle's apprentice. His uncle, Patchedsoul, had trained him well. His uncle had suffered so much in the past moons, as he had been named Patchedsoul because he had to be pieced back together over a long time. The cat seemed much happier, but he died after completing Spiritpaw's training. Spiritpaw was soon named Spiritheart.
Laststar was soon killed off after the battle, his immune system weak. Greencough hit him and picked away his lives and many lives in the camp. After that, Shiningstar was named leader, and Spiritheart her deputy(?). (Sorry for slight powerplaying, but...)
But that isn't all. Spiritheart soon fell in love with a beautiful she-cat named Tendertouch. They both became mates after a few moons, and had four kits -- Lostkit, Warkit, Treasonkit, Slainkit, and Shadowingkit. His mother predicted something to go with each of their names.
Lostkit, the oldest, would lose hope and life itself -- not literally, but he would no longer believe the future brought hope.
Warkit, the second oldest, would remain loyal through the bloodshed of war and insanity.
Treasonkit, the third born, would show himself as disloyal; however, he would turn his treason around into faith and striving loyalty.
Shadowingkit, fourth born, would overshadow love, hope, joy; even Lostkit could not compare with this dark kit. He is evil. He is sheer, tormenting evil.
Slainkit, the youngest, would be slain while slaying, and destroy a mysterious evil amongst them.
IC: [Different character for a different site.]
The broad-shouldered tom sat outside the warriors' den, still dreary from his sleep. He stretched his legs. How nice it was to be in StormClan. He had a good leader, good friends. Even the food was especially good (not that he'd eaten other Clans' prey -- he could only guess). He sighed, raising his head to look at the morning sun. His black pelt lapped up its warmth ravenously, the muscle-relaxing warmth making him more tired. He turned his head, seeing Leachstar. He stood up, deciding it better to not be alone. Of course, he wasn't the most social cat in the world, he would at least try -- and it's the thought that counts, right?
He smiled as he came toward her. He dipped his head politely, and raised it again. "Good morning, Leachstar. It's a lovely morning, isn't it?" he commented. He would have mentioned how the warmth was making him more sleepy, but he stopped himself. It was polite to ask how the other cat was first. "How are you?"
Cod word: It was Twilightpelt when I read it...
Other: N/A
Mother: Redfeather I
Father: Laststar/Lastwind
Siblings: Lastwind II (died the night of warrior ceremony in a battle)
Redfire (died the night of warrior ceremony in a battle)
