Post by Amber on Dec 20, 2008 11:39:18 GMT -5
Picture:
Name: Shadowstream
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Age: Thirteen Moons
Mate: Open/Looking
Family:
Darksoul ~ Mother (Deceased)
Dreamshine ~ Father (Deceased)
Nightpaw ~ Sister (Deceased)
Description: Shadowstream is a pure black she-cat. Underneath the black is silver flecks, which only appear under the moonlight. It gives her pelt a beautiful touch, that is quite unique. She has a tail that looks like it was dipped in white paint, for it is the only spot that is white on her. On her stomach is a moon shaped cresent that is silver, and like her silver flecks, only shows up during the sight of the moon. Her eyes are a beautiful light blue color, that shine as bright as the morning sun.
Personality: Shadowstream is very brilliant. She knows she is smarter than she leads on, and will sometimes use that to her advantage. She may be young, but she knows how to be definant, and also knows when to shut her trap. Shadowstream is quite energetic and enjoys climbing trees.
History: Shadowstream was born into the ThunderClan along with her sister, Nightkit. She really doesn't have much of a history, other than when Shadowkit became Shadowpaw she was out hunting with her sister, Nightpaw, a badger attacked her parents, who were watching them closeby. The two apprentices were horrified when they found this out. They had no clue their parents were watching. Nightpaw went on a rage and went after the badger, and just when Shadowpaw was about to follow her, a warrior grabbed her by the scruff and wouldn't let go. Shadowpaw heard her sister's cries for help, and eventually they ceased, and she knew what that meant. In less than two days she had lost her entire family.
Shadowpaw never really got over the loss of her parents but knew that they would want her to continue on with her training. She grieved for a while, but then several moons later she was given the name Shadowstream.
Example Of RPing: The oompa loompa's have taken over my brain.
Code word: Words are flying out like endless rain into a paper cup.
