Post by randomization on Sept 26, 2010 20:59:18 GMT -5
Gingerstorm of ShadowClan
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Name:Gingerstorm
Age:Twenty-four moons
Gender:Female
Clan:ShadowClan
Rank:Warrior
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Reason For Name:It matches the color of her pelt, and she was born during a storm.
Previous Names:Gingerkit and Gingerpaw
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One Sentence Description:Gingerstorm is a medium sized, ginger she-cat with amber colored eyes.
Appearance:Gingerstorm always stands tall. The way she holds herself seems to give off the impression that she is unshakeable. She carries herself as if she fears nothing and never loses her composure but that isn’t all true. Although she seems like the perfect animal, she has her faults. Her eyes are what others are most perplexed by. Although the standard in cats are usually either an amber or brown; Gingerstorm has eyes that are amber with brown flecks. Her eyes tend to show off more emotion than she would prefer. Her fur is of an odd nature. Like that of a cat it is an adaptable structure. Relatively short, Gingerstorm’s pelt has three basic colors: White, ginger, and brown.
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Personality:She has a tendency to be mean. Very rarely is she seen in a state of happiness. She's usually grouchy. She's quite bitter and distances herself from other cats with ease. The only time she is seen in any state of happiness is when she's hunting or battling. She tends to get a surge of strength when she battles. She can be thingyy at times; especially if it involves hunting or battling. She's quiet; unless somebody upsets her. Despite her outwards persona, she is quite gentle towards kits and works harder than most. She hates sitting still and doesn't have any higher aspirations. To her, becoming a warrior was her one, true goal in life. When asked to give an opinion or simply asked a question, she doesn't sugar coat anything. She tells it as she sees it. She's usually one of the first cats to jump in and help. Day and night, she is haunted by a mixture of memories, thoughts of past failures, and ways to help her clan. She'd be one of the first cats willing to give away anything and everything she has to help her clan mates.
Likes:
- Hard work
- Kits
- Silence
- Succeeding
- Hunting
- Fighting
- Logic
- Bravery
Dislikes:
- Laziness
- Loudness
- Being alone
- Failure
- Controlling emotions
- Liars
- Thieves
- Cowards
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History:Gingerstorm was born to twolegs in a litter of four, but they decided they had enough cats. On a rainy afternoon; not long after her birth, they boxed up the kittens and their mother. The mother gave up little fuss because she had long since grown used to rides in the car. None of the cats knew strife for they were always pampered. Those numbers included her mother. Her mother had no clue what to do when she realized the twolegs weren't coming back. Wild instinct immediately took hold of the kit. She loved the outdoor life. She trained herself as soon as she could see. Everything simply came..natural. Unfortunately, larger predators managed to take her siblings. Every last one of them, This sent her mother into a spiraling, fit of depression. She refused to eat, sleep, or drink; despite the urgings of her kit. She watched helplessly as her mother wasted away. She still hunted. She still ate. She still drank. She still slept. Why should her mother's impending death hinder her from her own survival? It shouldn't. It wouldn't. The day she hit twelve moons, her mother passed away. The she-cat buried her mother, gave her respects, mourned for a time, and left without looking back. She had been observing clan life for quite some time, and she found it rather interesting to say the least. She noticed that their customs were similar to her own. She wondered what it was like behind the scenes. There had to be more to life than living the way she was. And there was. So much more than she could have even imagined. She decided to observe the clans for some time. She was careful. She stayed still and all but bathed in the scents that surrounded her. It was strange, but she loved it. She had to have a bigger purpose. She could give her life for cats, too. Couldn't she? Yeah, she could. That thought was what made her decision. She still trained on her own for some time. From a distance, she watched them train. She watched their technique. What she truly focused on was their different reactions and method of doing things. Nearing twenty-four moons, she thought she was ready. She truly did. She could do anything she put her mind to. Well, she put her mind to this. On the day she reached twenty-four moons, she sought out her new life.
IC Example:A medium sized, ginger she-cat glared at the apprentice before her. The mouse brain had messed up HER nest. She was debating on ripping this fool a new one. She had just come back from her evening duties, and she saw her nest a jumbled up mess. She released a low, drawn out hiss of agitation. Her claws extend and dig into the loamy terrain underneath her. "Fox dung," she spat angrily and directed her fury towards the apprentice. She wanted to claw its ear off, but she kept her cool..barely. She sighed and flicked the tip of her tail in agitation. "Come with me," she muttered. She turned and moved silently toward the exit of the camp. She grumbled and closed her eyes as she flicked her tail towards the swamp. "There should be something soft for my nest there. I'll help you gather it," she offered reluctantly. She bounded toward the swamp and used her claws to gently tug at the moss that grew near the edge of the murky water. She gathers it slowly and grips some of the moss under her chin while also gripping some between her teeth. It tasted foul, but she decided to bring some back for the medicine cat.
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Who Are You?Well, my real life name is Brenda, and my user name(what I log in with) is randomization.
How Did You Find Us?LongShadows
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