Post by shiningheart on Feb 29, 2012 21:25:59 GMT -5
name:Blizzardkit | Blizzardpaw | Blizzardshard | Blizzardstar
gender: Tom
age: 25 moons
rank:Warrior
clan:ThunderClan
quick description:Large light gray tom with amber eyes".
Description:
It's easy to pick Blizzardshard out from a crowd. It's not because of his light gray pelt that glows silver under the moon, nor is it his amber eyes which pierce a cat's soul whenever he glares. It's his sheer massive size that makes him stand out. A regular-sized cat, such as his friend Venomwind, comes up to his neck. To a smaller-sized cat, like his mate Shiningheart, he's bloody huge.
Blizzardshard inherited his pelt from his father. A more fitting name for his pelt would have been Ashkit or Cinderkit. Instead he got Blizzardkit at birth. His eyes, a bright amber, he took from his father. His paws match his size in that they're freaking huge.
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Personality:
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History:
Moonfrost and Brackenfang never really truly loved each other. Half of the time, they didn't even like each other. But they were powerful together. Moonfrost was a wily, quick-witted she-cat who's tongue was as sharp as her claws. She had a way with words that made others do her bidding. She had plans, and those plans involved Brackenfang. He was a respected warrior among ThunderClan, and the others usually listened to his advice and words. If she could get him on her side, she'd be unstoppable.
By the time Moonfrost was done with him, Brackenfang was wrapped around her paw. He did anything she asked of him, with only a purr and a sweet carress with her tail. When she learned she was having his kits, she wasn't all that pleased, but she didn't complain. She despised kits. They were loud, whiny, nosy, annoying idiots.
Kit
Blizzardkit never really knew why he was given his name. With his light gray pelt, he thought that he'd be named Graykit or Cinderkit or Ashkit or any other names that suggested a gray pelt. He was born near the end of leaf-fall, so there wasn't a blizzard raging outside during his birth. He just decided to accept that his mother chose a random name.
Mother wasn't really the word that the Clan would choose to call Moonfrost. She treated Blizzardkit more like he was an apprentice than her son. If he was late for something, he was scolded. When he talked back, he got sent to clean out the elders den. When he got into trouble with other cats, he wasn't given food.
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gender: Tom
age: 25 moons
rank:Warrior
clan:ThunderClan
quick description:Large light gray tom with amber eyes".
Description:
It's easy to pick Blizzardshard out from a crowd. It's not because of his light gray pelt that glows silver under the moon, nor is it his amber eyes which pierce a cat's soul whenever he glares. It's his sheer massive size that makes him stand out. A regular-sized cat, such as his friend Venomwind, comes up to his neck. To a smaller-sized cat, like his mate Shiningheart, he's bloody huge.
Blizzardshard inherited his pelt from his father. A more fitting name for his pelt would have been Ashkit or Cinderkit. Instead he got Blizzardkit at birth. His eyes, a bright amber, he took from his father. His paws match his size in that they're freaking huge.
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Personality:
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History:
Moonfrost and Brackenfang never really truly loved each other. Half of the time, they didn't even like each other. But they were powerful together. Moonfrost was a wily, quick-witted she-cat who's tongue was as sharp as her claws. She had a way with words that made others do her bidding. She had plans, and those plans involved Brackenfang. He was a respected warrior among ThunderClan, and the others usually listened to his advice and words. If she could get him on her side, she'd be unstoppable.
By the time Moonfrost was done with him, Brackenfang was wrapped around her paw. He did anything she asked of him, with only a purr and a sweet carress with her tail. When she learned she was having his kits, she wasn't all that pleased, but she didn't complain. She despised kits. They were loud, whiny, nosy, annoying idiots.
Blizzardkit never really knew why he was given his name. With his light gray pelt, he thought that he'd be named Graykit or Cinderkit or Ashkit or any other names that suggested a gray pelt. He was born near the end of leaf-fall, so there wasn't a blizzard raging outside during his birth. He just decided to accept that his mother chose a random name.
Mother wasn't really the word that the Clan would choose to call Moonfrost. She treated Blizzardkit more like he was an apprentice than her son. If he was late for something, he was scolded. When he talked back, he got sent to clean out the elders den. When he got into trouble with other cats, he wasn't given food.
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