Post by bluepelt on Apr 11, 2008 12:49:42 GMT -5
Name: Bluepelt
Moons: 24 moons
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Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
Moons: 24 moons
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Gender: She-Cat(Sorry that it says BluePAW but it is the only picture of her that I have)
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Description:
The best of the best, Bluepelt is one of those top she cats when it came to physical appearance and body figure. To start out with, Bluepelt, she has huge muscles, getting the genes from her father, and loving them with great might. Because of her huge strong built body figure, she is wonderful at catching prey for her clan, and attacking even a leader. Her paws are almost the size of a mouse itself, weighing in at two pounds for each paw, making it hard to escape the trap of death, as Bluepelt puts its. Bluepelt's tail is almost the length of herself, that maneuvers between obstacles, back and forth, and making it easy to make Bluepelt look mad or upset. The ThunderClan warrior has a fabulous pelt, clean and shiny always, that puts together her hefty look. The numerous colors on her back start out with the light gray, stretching across her body and coming out like tree branches, spreading across places on her body in lines. Most of herself is gray, which also presents herself with the daring bold color, everywhere on her body. The white comes in next, taking places on her paws and the streaks running down her tail, making it like light and poofy. Some on her nose only make her more of that true warrior, and of course making her have the genetics of her mother. Bluepelt's attitude adgust's along with her leadership like pelt sticking out among all of the she cats, showing them who is the one and only. One of the best qualities on this she cat, is of course those blue green master eyes. Her eyes are breath taking at the sight of them, along with her long gray fur, that pull her look all together. Of course her eyes don't just look good, they see very well also, looking into the depths of the night and seeing everything there is to see. Overall, when you put Bluepelt together you either get the looks of a perfect mate and possibly clan deputy, or one of your worst enemies out to kill you and you know you will be beat.Personality:
\\Likes//History:
Bluepelt finds things in life that suit him like a true warrior is suppose to be treated by. One of her favorite things to do is none other than fight with other cats, and win. When it comes to fighting Bluepelt knows everything from top to bottom about that cat's weakest points, and that cat's strong points, so Bluepelt himself usually ends up winning, which makes her look like the strongest cat there is toThunderClan. Beside's fighting and hurting other enemy cats with her mighty paws and powerful jaw, Bluepelt loves to hunt with a bunch of hrt friends who hang around him - that is who she'll let hang around her. Whatever else she-cat acts stronger than her will be forced away from her, because she is the leader in the warrior's den, and no-one will beat her, right? Best be you also likes what she likes, otherwise you could also be sent in denial, staying with yourself for the rest of your life.
//Dislikes\\
What would the strongest most happiest she-cat who earns respect from every cat in the clean dislike? Seriously, she's got everything there is to want. The good looks, leadership, strength, ability to do anything she wanted. Well I'll tell you, when Bluepelt was an apprentice, mearly still a kit, she was super afraid of being held back at her apprenticeship ceremony, which would ruin her future all together. Of course Bluepelt is past that now, so was she still afraid of anything? Course, every cat is. But though Bluepelt is happy and loves her life, she would never spread out the secret of what made her shuddered and retreat back, because only that would hurt her and make him be a terrible companion, this is why Bluepelt has never told anyone, nor said anything about it. It was his secret.
//Strengths\\
For Bluepelt, there are more than just a list long of things that are her strengths. More than likely you already guessed that fighting and hunting where probably her top two? Well your right, but there are some we haven't discussed. Along with her beautiful pelt, she is a very flirtatious she cat who is always sneaking in on the handsome toms and talking up storms of subjects that never leave her bored or unsatisfied. Just leave it up to Bluepelt to do the job to put a smile on every tom's face in the den.
//Weaknesses\\
What? Weaknesses? Seriously? Ok, yes Bluepelt does have a few of them, but not that many.
For one thing, whenever in battle with this ferocious she cat always remember about her huge paws that could knock you out any minute. If you bite her in the back of his leg, right above her paw, she will stop using it because when she was little her daddy bit her paws if she wasn't working hard enough or moving hard enough, so now that she was older it grew on her and made her paws just a tint more weaker than they use to. One other small problem that makes this large she cat wince is when you step on his tail, or yank. Either way you might just end up dead. Bluepelt's tail is what she praises over most, and she loves it more than anything. To have a gorgeous tail and live in ThunderClan was a hard thing to find, along with her being muscular and large. Bluepelt absolutly hates it when you yank on her tail, and will make her bite her tongue bleeding, but don't worry, she will snap back in retreat, and perhaps even groom her tail afterwards. Just remember to stay clear, and you might just stay alive.
The history behind this overwhelming she cat is very brutal and may even make some people cry. But mainly its just the facts of growing up in ThuunderClan and having a harsh father who was the only one left for you.Other:
~Kithood~
Bluepelt wondering around as a kit? Hard to picture, am I right? Bluepelt as a kit only remembered slightly about her mother, Grayflower, who had quickly left their lives forever a few days after she and her sister was born. Sister you might say? Well yes, Bluepelt did have a sister, and of course parents, just like any other cats would have. Bluepelt remembered slightly that when she was a kit, her father took her sister, Snowpelt, outside to practice hunting skills, which was against the warrior code, but Bluepelt's father didn't care he wanted the best of the best kits. When her father took Snowpelt out to hunt, Bluepelt remembered peaking out of the den entrance, and seeing her father brutally beat her with fierce and madness raging through her eyes. Apparently her sister had something wrong with her leg, that was after their father had beaten her. Which made her worthless. Instead of being loving and caring, Bluepelt's father threw her outside and then took her far into the woods, not bringing her back with him. Bluepelt went to sleep, right next to her mother, scared and curious to know. When her father returned, he noticed his mate Grayflower had left them, leaving just Bluepelt and her father left to survive. Bluepelt had asked once about where her father had taken Snowpelt, but her father glared at him, and stepped on her tail. "Don't you get into my business!" He spat, making small Blueelt cry. "Will you ever ask me that again!?" her father cried out infront of the whole camp. "No, na..never!" Bluepelt replied, knowing that she would never ask her father any more questions, and she never did.
~Life as An Apprentice~
Things took a turn for the better when Bluepelt became an apprentice and was assigned "Robinsong" as her mentor. Robinsong approved of her father, but only because they were best friends. Robinsong was top notch of all of the cats, making Bluepelt's father seem a little weak, but her father knew Robinsong would die some day..which he did. Apprenticeship was hard for poor Bluepelt, and she remembered being spat at every morning by Robinsong who always called her worthless and stupid, which only brought Bluepelt into being the she cat she is today. Bluepelt was the only apprentice at the time, so of course she had no friend except for the small talk between her father and himself, and sometimes with Robinsong, that was if he was in a good mood. The training was fierce, and the punishments hard. Bluepelt always thinks back to the day her father had came out to the forest to watch Robinsong train Bluepelt, and when Bluepelt had slipped and the slippery mud Robinsong was making him train on, her father had jumped out of the forest bushes, and smacked Bluepelt upside the head, giving her a light concussion. And for Bluepelt, well he also was tackled and told that he was a sucky mentor by Bluepelt's father himself. Those times where harsh, but on the night of her becoming a warrior, Robinsong had gotten in a outrageous fight with a band of loner cats that were just looking for trouble, and though he was powerful and mighty, the 4 loners over took him within a half and hour, and killed him, tearing up his body and pelt and leaving it at the entrance of ThunderClan for all of their members to see. But that wasn't the only death Bluepelt was soon going to meet.
=Warrior=
Right after Bluepelt became a warrior, her father ran up to her and congratulated her like a tom cat was suppose to which made Bluepelt feel like the strongest cat alive. Her father was overwhelmed with the death of Robinsong, and knew the loner cats needed to be killed off without harming their clan, which was the mission Bluepelt's father wanted to deliver himself. He had built up to much confidence perhaps? Or was it his anger that struck him? Bluepelt remembered finishing up the night and falling asleep quickly, having a dream about being a kit and watching her father being beat up by the rouges and other beasts that lurked in the forest. Bluepelt never knew for sure what those beasts were, but the next morning, on a patrol, he came face to face with her father's dead body. And just when she thought nothing could beat her father, his eyes witnessed the huge claw marks climbing down her father's back, showing that a cat hadn't been there; something else had. The mystery had always been pulling at Bluepelt, making her wonder what exactly it was that killed her father. Whatever it was would die one day, and thats when Bluepelt would over power the clan, and show everyone that she was just like her father; her heart yearned to be the savior of their clan.
``Current Warrior``
Theres something about Bluepelt that never changes, and makes her feeling awkward about it. Right now, when she is a warrior, she gets up every morning, goes on patrols to feed her big clan. Runs off to the Loner Lands some days to tackle rouges and make them die- for the fun of it. But being Bluepelt herself, there is something that is bothering her now days. Another cat. Her mind wonders about this cat, and its really hard to not notice her thinking about it. She'll be gazing off into space, and one of her friend's will appear, hitting her in the side for minutes before she turns to them and tells them to knock it off. All of the ThunderClan cats are unsure what has pricked their way under this courageous she cat's skin, but for some reason they all seemed to know. Was it hatred that capture her eyes? Friendship of a new kind? Or the unknown, one that Bluepelt had never talked about before...was it love?
(Roleplay example)
The moon was shimmering over the horizon, making the perfect scenery for a moonlight stroll along the shore line of the large cool blue pond that was located in the middle of the ThunderClan camp. The she cat floundered around it, not tedious at all about anything, but yet excited about meeting up with this someone her mind was hooked on to. All of the ThunderClan cats were tucked away under the safty of one of the den's in the camp, that was pertected by more loyal warriors and even the leader of ThunderClan. They were safe, and this she knew. Being the strongest she-cat in ThunderClan, she knew she should get back and check around the camp just incase, taking on the long oppertunity, but it was only a step closer to becoming the deputy, or so she hoped. Her tail moved silently back and forth, swaying with great ease. Her grand paws stepped by the shore, as the cool water pressed up against her own paws and moistened them slightly by the edges. The warrior sighed, licking her tongue and she sniffed around the trees, stepping a few fox lengths away from the water, hoping she would pick up the scent of whom she was looking for. Her nose searched carefully, and her fur was on edge; but nothing was found. After about a half an hour, she felt the need to go back to the camp. Her gray paws ached with great need to stop moving, and her eyes wanted to close for the night. Her gray pelt glimmered off of the the small light shining, as the she cat moved back to the water line, and she reached down, her neck gripping his body, barely holding on it felt like, as her pink dry tongue touched the water and soaked up like a dry spongue. Refresh. Water. Her eyes flashed back and forth, as she craned her neck back up. The ThunderClan's cat eyes sparkled, as the green in them noticed a slight movment in the bushes, that made her smile. Perfect.. She thought to herself, standing up tall and straight like she was being annouced deputy of the Clan. Nothing was wrong about her. The bushes swayed back and forth, as paws pressed against the undergrowth with a flash of gold. The she cat stepped forward, moving closer to her wish. Her grant. Her life.
"Hello, you there?"
She called out in his husky voice, leaning up into the moonlight, hoping that the cat would come and and reveal itself. The bushes restled and a swipe of golden passed through the air.
"Bluepelt?"
The cat mewed back, in its mature voice. Obviesly a tom that smelt like other clans, making Bluepelt's nose wrinkle up in disgust.
"Come out, I will not hurt you."
She replied calmly, not moving any closer to the bush. The cat followed her orders promptley, revieling the golden pelt and the bright green eyes that were pasted on his, a handsome young tom appeared in the distance, though not that young because of his strong muscular large body. Bluepelt's ears pricked up as her smile spread even wider, and she sat down, wrapping her large fluffy tail around her paws.
Crownheart,
She purred with great ease.
