Post by fleabittengray on Mar 31, 2008 18:26:36 GMT -5
call me//Phantomspirit
starclan made me//She-Cat
i've made it through//20 moons
loyalties lie//WindClan
my rank is//Deputy
the reasons i'm alive//
[/li][li]My dam was forced to give birth to me.
[/li][li]My sire wanted his bloodlines to go on forever.
[/li][li]My mother took care of me and made sure my sire never hurt me.
people i would love to forget//
[/li][li]Phantom~sire
[/li][li]Spirit Feather~dam
my body is formed// My bodice is small, with bulding muscles. I have an edbony pelt with little with 'stars' on them. I also have a white 'pantoms mask' painted onto my face. It hides my small scar that goes down the middle of my face, ending in a spiral. My orbs are teal in color, the color of spirits my dam told me. My pelt is long on my belly and legs, giving me th eapprence of a clysdale horse. Like a clysdale, I have stockings. But they are dark brown instead of white. My stockings lead down to delicate paws, which hide sharp dangerouse daggers. They are long, sharp, and I rarely use them. Thye are white, not nearly bloodstained!
your reaction to my face//I am a loving she-cat, but find it hard to trust imediately. I never judge on first impressions alone. I fear that one day, I will wake up and be alone, like last time. So much fear and uneasiness bubbles under my surface, leaving a skitish cat. But, I am smart and willing to do what I must to protect WindClan and maybe, one day, become their leader. I cn't stand when cats make fun of me or don't give me a chance. THey look at me and see me and walk away sometimes and that leaves me saddened.
what i've been striving to forget// My kithood was not grand. I lived with Spirit Feather, my dam, but Phantom came every day to see us. Not becasue he loved us or anything, but because he wanted us to continue his bloodlines. As a kit, when I tried to crawl any, he scartche me down my face, leaving my scar. I never tried that again. My dam tried to keep him away from me, but that just got her in trouble. Then she was froced to kick me or hurt me in some other way. I would cry out in pain, because I knew she did no tlove me. She just didn't want me to continue Phantom's bloodlines. So, one day, I ran away.
When I escaped, I was faced with problem I never knew excisted. Like hunting. I never knew how to hunt. I was never taught. Then, out of nowhere, a nice tom-cat came to my rescue. His name was Mosspelt. He showed me how to figh tand hunt. I loved him and he loved me. But then, one day, I woke up and he was gone. WIthout a word, my first love had dissapperred. Heart broken, I found a place to rest. The next day, a group of WindClan warriors approched me. They told me of ways to live in a Clan. With no where else to go, I joined.Moons passed slowly as I worked my way to the top of the Clan, becoming deputy was my greatest accomplishment. But still, I wonder if Mosspelt had belonged to one of thses Clans. Or was he like me?
starclan made me//She-Cat
i've made it through//20 moons
loyalties lie//WindClan
my rank is//Deputy
the reasons i'm alive//
[/li][li]My dam was forced to give birth to me.
[/li][li]My sire wanted his bloodlines to go on forever.
[/li][li]My mother took care of me and made sure my sire never hurt me.
people i would love to forget//
[/li][li]Phantom~sire
[/li][li]Spirit Feather~dam
my body is formed// My bodice is small, with bulding muscles. I have an edbony pelt with little with 'stars' on them. I also have a white 'pantoms mask' painted onto my face. It hides my small scar that goes down the middle of my face, ending in a spiral. My orbs are teal in color, the color of spirits my dam told me. My pelt is long on my belly and legs, giving me th eapprence of a clysdale horse. Like a clysdale, I have stockings. But they are dark brown instead of white. My stockings lead down to delicate paws, which hide sharp dangerouse daggers. They are long, sharp, and I rarely use them. Thye are white, not nearly bloodstained!
your reaction to my face//I am a loving she-cat, but find it hard to trust imediately. I never judge on first impressions alone. I fear that one day, I will wake up and be alone, like last time. So much fear and uneasiness bubbles under my surface, leaving a skitish cat. But, I am smart and willing to do what I must to protect WindClan and maybe, one day, become their leader. I cn't stand when cats make fun of me or don't give me a chance. THey look at me and see me and walk away sometimes and that leaves me saddened.
what i've been striving to forget// My kithood was not grand. I lived with Spirit Feather, my dam, but Phantom came every day to see us. Not becasue he loved us or anything, but because he wanted us to continue his bloodlines. As a kit, when I tried to crawl any, he scartche me down my face, leaving my scar. I never tried that again. My dam tried to keep him away from me, but that just got her in trouble. Then she was froced to kick me or hurt me in some other way. I would cry out in pain, because I knew she did no tlove me. She just didn't want me to continue Phantom's bloodlines. So, one day, I ran away.
When I escaped, I was faced with problem I never knew excisted. Like hunting. I never knew how to hunt. I was never taught. Then, out of nowhere, a nice tom-cat came to my rescue. His name was Mosspelt. He showed me how to figh tand hunt. I loved him and he loved me. But then, one day, I woke up and he was gone. WIthout a word, my first love had dissapperred. Heart broken, I found a place to rest. The next day, a group of WindClan warriors approched me. They told me of ways to live in a Clan. With no where else to go, I joined.Moons passed slowly as I worked my way to the top of the Clan, becoming deputy was my greatest accomplishment. But still, I wonder if Mosspelt had belonged to one of thses Clans. Or was he like me?