Post by kiba on Nov 18, 2014 10:51:33 GMT -6
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Name.
Wishingkit --> Wishingpaw --> Wishingwell --> Wishingstar
Gender.
Male
Age.
48 moons
Alliance.
ShadowClan
Rank.
Leader
Looks.
This lovely tom is a beautiful blue tabby with white dappled around his body. His eyes are a shining color of blue that seems to easily reflect his emotions. Be careful around him. He has a secret that he uses upon greeting and measuring up a clanmate or even a foreigner. A light purple collar hang from his neck, its coloring slightly faded due to withstanding two seasons. Dont bring it up. He has tried everything to remove it and has currently given up, if talked about he makes sure to leave his mark on the messenger.
Personality.
Calm. This is the first trait you will notice from Wishingstar upon meeting him. His eyes never seem to change from the calm state of mind he carries so easily around him. He can be blundt, and is not afraid to say it straight which sometimes can harm the feelings of clanmates around him but dont take it personally, why soften a blow when you can go right to the problem of origin? During battle his skills as a general return to him and the days he helped command the clan during war time between ShadowClan and WindClan, He becomes fierce, and his loyalty to his clan shines before all else. You dont want to mess with this cat.
Likes: Males, Night Time Walks, Mock Fights
Dislikes: Arrogant Animals, Twolegs, The thing around his neck.
Special Skills: His tail is long which provides this extra bit of balance, he is an extremely good climber due to his lanky build, and his long legs help when running/going on the defense when fighting.
Powers: Telepathy
History.
Wishingkits mother died when he was around the age of 3 moons old. Before than he was the happiest kit around, always playing with his mother, sleeping close beside her, and keeping a shy'ish profile. That all changed on the morning when Lightdapple died of a sudden heart-attack. This left Wishingkit alone and from that day on he never spoke again. He went months without communicating with anyone until the day Flightfeather, a young warrior at the time, asked him a question. The anger that bubbled in Wishingkit roared through-out his body and he ended up replying with a loud roar through his mind that passed to Flightfeather. It was a shock and soon the whole clan knew of his power. At first they were hesitant, many avoiding him, until the day he turned 6 moons and Flightfeather stepped up to become his mentor.
Moons passed and on a night when he should have been patrolling he slipped away into the woods, a scent making him nervous yet curious. He wound up at the twoleg place where a bowl of some sort of meat stood outside. It was early leaf-bare and Wishingpaw was starving. Without thinking of the clan he ran forward and ate the strange meal, and thats when the door opened. Hairless paws reached for him, and in a moment of hesitation he was captured and held inside for weeks. A few months went by before his twolegs allowed him outside with a strange thing around his neck, the first thing he did was run back to ShadowClan, ashamed and homesick.
Roleplay Sample.
[This is from an older time] Wishingwell stumbled in, gashs covering his body. Blood ssoaked the ground under paw while his breath rattled shakily. "S-serpentstar." He coughed, before he collapsed on the ground. Wide blue eyes stared after his leader, while blood poured from deep tear in his throat. He would be dead in minutes. "I want you to know something."
"I-I" the general took in another shaky breath before letting it out in a final sigh. He was gone. Dead. But a whisper still hung in the air. Words that only his leader would hear.
I love you
He had fought hard against ThunderClan but was overpowered quickly.. Atleast he had been able to say his last goodbye to the one cat he loved... Serpentstar.
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Wishingwell awakened with a start, his chest heaving. Had that been a dream?.. Or was that a message from starclan. The blue tabby shivered and stood up from his nest, walking swiftly from the warriors den. He wanted far away.. He could still smell the blood, taste it... As he sat himself down in the middle of camp wishing let his blue eyes gaze around the moonlit area.. "Am i still needed?" He whispered. "I wanna protect you serpentstar.. Yet it seems you have many generals eager to help as well. Do I not just get in the way?"
He was speaking out loud but to no cat in particular. Considering everyone was asleep..
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