Post by callie on Mar 26, 2011 21:01:14 GMT -5
GENERAL
Name: Dawnheart [star]
Explanation: She got the name due to her bright blazing yellow eyes that shine like the sun, and she is always very happy in her heart.
Gender: She-cat
Age: thirty nine moons
Clan: WaveClan
Rank: Leader, if not just a warrior
APPEARANCE
Build: A very skinny slender small cat.
Fur: black
Eyes: bright yellow with flecks of green
Markings: none.
Overall:
Dawnheart is a beautiful cat. Her body is small, thin, and long. The width is small, she's not chubby, she's very skinny. Her pelt is thin, but enough to protect her from the cold. Her pelt is black, with a few lighter flecks here and there.
She is boney. When she happens to get wet, almost every single one of her bones is visible. Especially along her spine. At her spinal area, the fur is much thinner. The bones are almost always visible even when she's dry.
Dwanheart has a long tail. It rests just above the ground. This is at the end of her long body. Also like her body it has thin fur, and there isn't a lot there. Altogther she is very thin and boney, her whole body, even her legs are like that.
Dawnheart has long legs. That have the same thin black fur that the rest of her body has. At the end of her legs are four very boney paws. Her paws hold long black claws that are very strong and wont break easily. Her webbing is also black, and helps her swim a lot. She is a very great swimmer because of this. Her legs aren't very muscular, but they are enough to support her body.
Dawnheart's head fits her body. It is not too large or too small. She has gorgeous yellow eyes that have flecks of green. She has large ears, that way she can hear very well. Her snout isn't that long, and at the end is a little black nose. All in all Dawnheart is a beautiful black cat.
PERSONALITY
Positive Traits: smart, creative, quick-witted, speaks up for herself
Negative Traits: stuck-up, large temper, can be pessimistic, sometimes hates herself
Likes: running, nature, hunting, being herself
Dislikes: fakers, battles, blood, horrible deaths
Fears: drowning, losing a big battle
Ideals: Love and Honesty
Other: Dawnheart will speak what is on her mind without thinking sometimes.
HISTORY
Family: mother | Nightfur | father | unknown
sister | stormpaw X |
brother | blackstripe |
History:
kithood
Snow was lightly falling while turmoil disrupted inside of the den walls. A queen Nightfur was giving birth to her two kits, a strange time to be giving birth though. Also very dangerous. The medicine cat predicited that neither of the very small black she-kits would survive. They were supposed to die of the cold. Many other kits had already fallen to that fate. But these two, they would prove to be stronger.
It took three days for both she-kits to open their eyes. Their names were Dawnkit and Stormkit, both had sleek black pelts. They were almost exactly the same looking, except for Dawnkit had blazing yellow eyes while Stormkit had green. This was the only way that cats could tell the difference between them other than their personalitys.
Stormkit was very soft-spoken, while Dawnkit proved herself to be loud and outgoing. Even as a kit, Dawnkit made friends easily. She even had a few apprentice friends once she became three moons old. Stormkit only had one friend really, her own sister.
Once both kits had become three moons old, Dawnkit was beginning to want out of the den. Dawnkit always wanted to be with her older brother Blackstripe who was already a warrior. She would beg and pleade her mother to let her out, but Nightfur would always refuse. Dawnkit was still small, she had hardly grown, and would hardly grow from the size she was now.
Stormkit on the other hand, always wanted to stay with her mother. She only left the nursery when her mother did. She was clingy, and afraid of other cats. She was shy, which was unlike the rest of her family. Dawnkit would always try and get Stormkit to play with her in the clearing, but it was to no avail. Stormkit had grown to be almost twice the size of Dawnkit, and it would always be like this.
At five moons, Dawnkit couldn't wait to become an apprentice. This was her last moon being stuck inside the dreary and boring nursery. Stormkit fretted over having to leave her mother's side. She would rather die, than become an apprentice. She didn't want to be in any danger or get hurt. Which was bound to happen. Dawnkit was bouncing up and down in the nursery for the rest of this moon.
Finally the day before their apprentice ceremony came for Dawnkit and Stormkit. It was a hectic day. Dawnkit was running circles around the clearing, and was playing with her sister, who finally walked out of the nursery without her mother. They played mountain climb, where Dawnkit climbed up the fresh-kill pile and was attacked by a dead bird. Stormkit was scared to touch it, so instead Blackstripe lifted it off of her. Then they became apprentices.
apprenticeship
Dawnkit, now Dawnpaw, was still very lud as an apprentice. She didn't like to listen to orders, as she saw everything in her own way. Her sister Stormpaw often held Dawnpaw back from things. One time, Stormpaw's frigthened manor actually saved Dawnpaw's life. She had almost gotten shocked by lightning, when it ahd hit the tree she was going to climb. Stormpaw protected Dawnpaw in a way.
Dawnpaw made many friends while she was an apprentice. She was friendly, creative, and fun. Most cats loved to be around her. Except for when she caused mischief. She got many of her friends into trouble in a lot of instances. She always liked to leave camp and explore on her own. Somehow other apprentices would get twisted into this with her. And all of them would end up getting punished.
Dawnpaw's mentor, Tidefoot, was very ncie to her. He believed that she would be a great warrior when she got older. His predicition was true. However, he had a lot of trouble training Dawnpaw. She liked to teach herself, although that didn't always work out.
She almost followed the path of becoming a medicine cat. She really wanted to do that for a living, but her sister seemed more right for the job. Her sister Stormpaw became the medicine cat apprentice of BirchClan, and Dawnpaw had to continue on the road to becoming a warrior.
When it was almost time for the two apprentices to recieve their full names, something bad happened. She had been hunting, it was Dawnpaw and Stormpaw. They were out in the forest on their own. It was their final test. But Stormpaw turned out to be the prey of a hungry fox. Unfortunatley she couldn't fight it off, and she died. Her mentor hadn't gotten there in time to help.
Her family mourned for Stormpaw. She would never become the medicine cat, or a warrior. Her mother took the hit hard. She now only had two kits, Blackstripe and Dawnpaw. And Dawnpaw recieved her name two days after the attack.
warrior
Dawnpaw recieved the name Dawnheart. They gave her that name as she was always bright-spirited and she had a big heart. The name suited her well, and she liked it. That night in the warriors den was hard for her. She had to lay there without the comfort of her sister laying by her. Instead it was now Blackstripe, Nightfur, and Moonsong who lay by her on all sides. At least she still had most of her family.
Dawnheart didn't really like being a warrior. It reminded her everyday of her lost sister. It didn't make her feel good at all that she got to be a warrior and Stormpaw never got the chance. But she pushed through the days.
Dawnheart never really worried about finding a mate. Her mother always fretted about it. She figured that if she needed a mate, he would show up someday. Plus, she was aiming to become deputy, and she couldn't have kits and be deputy. So she rejected all males until she found the perfect mate. This never happened though for Dawnheart.
deputy
Dawnheart was made the deputy after the one before her died. The leader chose her because he thought that she brought a new light to the clan. She refreshed them with her new ideas, and had great wisdom for the leader. Even though Dawnheart was a bit of a rebel when she was younger, it helped her to get the deputy position.
Dawnheart became more focused while being deputy. She watched some cats fall in a border battle with GrassClan, and she wanted that to never happen again. They fell like her sister, and pain still shoots in her mind over her sister's death. Dawnheart wants revenge against foxes though, and isn't scared around their dens.
In fact, Dawnheart told the leader a great idea. More fox monitoring would be held out. Not only on patrols would they look for territory crossing, but now also for foxes and badgers. They don't always do this though, as the leader hadn't made as big a deal as she had hoped.
leader
(will be erased if not chosen)
Dawnheart became leader when the previous one fell to greencough. She has only been leader for six moons, but enforces the fox patrol more now. Most cats like her leading, but even she can tell some do not. Some cats believe she is to young, but others like her youth up there. She hopes to avoid more battles, and take care of her clan.
RP SAMPLE
Small black paws lightly grazed the white sands on the shores. Waves crashed in the background, and the white caps sent water shooting up onto the sand. A light breeze was pushing off the waves, and the night's only light was the moon and the sky illuminating off the waves.
A shadow crept across the sands, it walked into the water. And once in slithered deeper into its depths. This shadow was a cat, named Dawnstar. The leader of the great WaveClan. Her strong legs pushed her forward, the webbing on her paws also helped.
Suddenly her body dissappeared as she dived beneath the surface. She held her breath and swam low, then she darted forward. Her paws shot out and grappled onto a silverfish that glowed in the dark waters.
It struggled for a few moments, then it stopped. Dawnstar now had food for her clan. She brought herself back up to land again. She slowly walked over to where the water didn't touch the sand, and buried the fish inside. Then she sat down, a puff of breath pushing out of her mouth.
Her yellow eyes sparkled. She was pleased with herself. But now she had to be getting back, sleep was best for her. She had already completed her work for the day, then she bent down again to unbury the fish. She picked it up in her jaws, then strolled back to camp with her prize in between her white teeth.