Post by Thinking of you ♥ on Jun 24, 2008 1:58:58 GMT -5
I am just so in love with him! So here is his bio, and after I post it it is automatically accepted.
Name
-TaintedStar-
Gender
-Tom-
Age
-30 moons-
Rank
-Leader-
Clan
-ShadowClan-
Appearence
-TaintedStar walks with pride and strength. He always looks ahead of him, not behind or to the ground. Although, he talks like a little kid. His voice doesn't fit his body, but as time goes on it will. His pelt is very beautiful. He is a longed haired Maine Coon. He has the most stunning eyes; they shine as if they were the brightest stars in the night sky. They are a beautiful baby blue, almost as if they were the original color. They are a teal looking baby blue though, the seem more teal then blue, but you can see it. His actual pelt is pitch black. It really makes his eyes stick out more. His fur is smooth and glossy. He doesn't have any scars or defects, but he does have a birth mark. It is just a little mark on his underbelly. It is white and has no detectable shape. He is a beautiful apprentice and StarClan was very wise to grant this apprentice life with the clans. He is almost as strong looking as HawkFrost was, and he sticks as close to the warrior code as HawkFrost did. If I were you, I would treat this cat with love and respect, just as he will for you. -
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Personality
-TaintedStar cares. He thinks of others first, opposed to doing everything for himself. He works hard for his clan and is very loyal. He follows the warrior code, as if it he broke a rule he would be killed. He knows ShadowClan camp like the back of his hand. He likes to explore, but he never goes out of ShadowClan territory without permission from the Leader. He is also respectful. He will respect each member of the clan greatly. He treats them as if they were StarClan. He does his best each day, and he has to work extra hard since he wasn’t clan born. He misses his parents and wished he could remember them. He asked SilverMist many times about them, but sadly she passed away. He has always wanted to take one day out of his life to go out and meet his parents. But he is too loyal to his clan to leave. He hopes his parents will come to see him, but you never know. He stays out of trouble for now, but if his plans go wrong he will be in an enormous amount of trouble. He wishes that the warrior code was less strict, but it is a tradition so it won’t change.-
History
-The stars began to shine in the night sky. A pregnant she cat padded over to her mate. "Are we ready for this, I don't think we can handle kits," she meowed. Her mate stared into her eyes, "I don't think we are ready either, I believe we can't even raise our selfs," he said looking down at his starved stomach, you could see his ribs bulging out. She looked around, "Do you want kits?". He stared deep into her eyes. Worry flooded them. "Well, I really don't think they deserve to live this horrid life," he began, "we haven't eaten in days, we haven't even seen decent food in years. We eat the scraps out of trash cans and on the sidewalk. We are lucky two-legs are such pigs, or else we wouldn't have any food at all." She thought about the situation, "You are right, but what are we to do?" she asked. "I have an idea, why don't we, after you have the kits, leave one at a two-legs door. Ram into the door and run and hide. We wait for the two-leg to open the door. When they do, if they pick up the kit and take it back into the house, we will repeat this with every kitten," He meowed. "That is a good idea, but what if the two-leg doesn't open the door or take the kit?" she asked. "Well we would have to try the next door, I know this may be time consuming, but we can't handle these kits," he said. "OK," she meowed laying down to rest, "I should rest while we wait for the kits to come, would you go and look for food?" she asked. He walked out of the old cluttered shed. He walked on the sidewalk, looking and smelling for any sign of food. Out of the blue, he sees a chubby little vole. He hasn't tried to catch his own food in years. He slowly crouched and faced downwind toward the vole so it would not smell him. He crept slowly toward the mouse. "BAM!" and in a few seconds the vole was clutched between his jaws. He got up and headed toward the shed. He looked farther past the shed into the Forrest. There were eyes staring at him. "What is that?" he thought. He returned to the shed and placed the vole at his mates paws. "Here, I caught it myself. I'll be right back," he meowed as he walked out of the shed. He turned his head back to the Forrest. You could distinctively see a pair of eyes staring at him. He walked dove to the edge of the Forrest, the eyes were gone. "WHO"S THERE?" he shouted. He concentrated at the figure. It was the shape of a cat. "I know you're there!" he shouted. "What is your business here?" the figure said. "I have no business here, but my business is to know why you were watching me," he meowed. "You have great skills for a wimpy kitty pet," the figure said. "I am no kitty pet, those kitty pets are lazy and stuffed to the max. Have you seen me. I am starved," he meowed. "Oh really, then what did you do with that vole?" the figure said. "So you have been watching me," he meowed, "I gave that vole to my mate who is about to begin labor." The figure stepped put of the shadows. It was a beautiful female tabby. "How do I know you are telling the truth,' she said. "Would you like to go in and meet my mate?" he meowed. "Yes, yes. I would," she meowed. They walked toward the shed. "Go on, you go first,"said the she-cat. He walked in, "My darling, I would like you to meet, what is your name?" "My name is SilverMist, the warrior of ShadowClan," she replied. "I would like you to meet SilverMist," he meowed. The pregnant she-cat stood to rub noses with SilverMist, but SilverMist refused. "I do not greet strangers, I need to know your name," SilverMist meowed. "I do not have a name, and I have never had one. By the way, what is ShadowClan?" the she-cat asked. But before SilverMist could answer, the she-cat yowled in pain. She was giving birth. Five beautiful kits were born. SilverMist helped lick them clean. "ShadowClan is a group of cats that live in the Forrest. There are four clans, ShadowClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan. We all live under the warrior code of StarClan. StarClan is our passed ancestors that guide us in everyday life and teach us about the future through signs. We all live in our own territories. The territories cannot be broken by any cat. Everyone has the same rules, with exceptions of Leaders, Deputies, and Medicine Cats," SilverMist meowed. "That sound very interesting," the tom meowed, "Sweetheart, I think we should give this warrior a kit. We don't need them all and those four clans sound like a nice place to live." She stood up, the kits started meowing, "That sounds like a great idea, SilverMist, take your pick," the she-cat meowed. SilverMist looked at each kit distinctively. She saw the runt, definitely not that one, she wanted a strong one. She saw the biggest of the litter. He was pitch black. She picked him up buy the scruff indicating that she wanted that one. "Thankyou," SilverMist meowed leaving the old abandoned shed. SilverMist walked back into the Forrest. She came to the clearing of ShadowClan camp. She walked to the Nursery. She looked at one of the queens. "Can you please take care of this kit, I ran into a pregnant she-cat who was giving away her kits. And I'll raise him, just I can't have him feed from my breast," she meowed setting the black kit next to the queen. "Of course I will nurse this cat for you," the queen meowed. "Thankyou," SilverMist said. She walked out of the nursery and went strait for the leaders den. "Excuse me, but I just picked up a stray kit and he needs a name." The leader looked into SilverMists eyes, "What does this cat look like," he meowed. "He is pitch black with stunning blue eyes," she meowed. "I have always wanted a black kit, I planned to name him TaintedHeart when he became a warrior, but I never had kits. So, I will name him Taintedkit," he meowed. And so begins the journey of Taintedkit. He proved his great loyalty to ShadowClan and became the leader, Ready for anything.-
Don't you love him too?
-TaintedStar-
Gender
-Tom-
Age
-30 moons-
Rank
-Leader-
Clan
-ShadowClan-
Appearence
-TaintedStar walks with pride and strength. He always looks ahead of him, not behind or to the ground. Although, he talks like a little kid. His voice doesn't fit his body, but as time goes on it will. His pelt is very beautiful. He is a longed haired Maine Coon. He has the most stunning eyes; they shine as if they were the brightest stars in the night sky. They are a beautiful baby blue, almost as if they were the original color. They are a teal looking baby blue though, the seem more teal then blue, but you can see it. His actual pelt is pitch black. It really makes his eyes stick out more. His fur is smooth and glossy. He doesn't have any scars or defects, but he does have a birth mark. It is just a little mark on his underbelly. It is white and has no detectable shape. He is a beautiful apprentice and StarClan was very wise to grant this apprentice life with the clans. He is almost as strong looking as HawkFrost was, and he sticks as close to the warrior code as HawkFrost did. If I were you, I would treat this cat with love and respect, just as he will for you. -
Picture
-
-Personality
-TaintedStar cares. He thinks of others first, opposed to doing everything for himself. He works hard for his clan and is very loyal. He follows the warrior code, as if it he broke a rule he would be killed. He knows ShadowClan camp like the back of his hand. He likes to explore, but he never goes out of ShadowClan territory without permission from the Leader. He is also respectful. He will respect each member of the clan greatly. He treats them as if they were StarClan. He does his best each day, and he has to work extra hard since he wasn’t clan born. He misses his parents and wished he could remember them. He asked SilverMist many times about them, but sadly she passed away. He has always wanted to take one day out of his life to go out and meet his parents. But he is too loyal to his clan to leave. He hopes his parents will come to see him, but you never know. He stays out of trouble for now, but if his plans go wrong he will be in an enormous amount of trouble. He wishes that the warrior code was less strict, but it is a tradition so it won’t change.-
History
-The stars began to shine in the night sky. A pregnant she cat padded over to her mate. "Are we ready for this, I don't think we can handle kits," she meowed. Her mate stared into her eyes, "I don't think we are ready either, I believe we can't even raise our selfs," he said looking down at his starved stomach, you could see his ribs bulging out. She looked around, "Do you want kits?". He stared deep into her eyes. Worry flooded them. "Well, I really don't think they deserve to live this horrid life," he began, "we haven't eaten in days, we haven't even seen decent food in years. We eat the scraps out of trash cans and on the sidewalk. We are lucky two-legs are such pigs, or else we wouldn't have any food at all." She thought about the situation, "You are right, but what are we to do?" she asked. "I have an idea, why don't we, after you have the kits, leave one at a two-legs door. Ram into the door and run and hide. We wait for the two-leg to open the door. When they do, if they pick up the kit and take it back into the house, we will repeat this with every kitten," He meowed. "That is a good idea, but what if the two-leg doesn't open the door or take the kit?" she asked. "Well we would have to try the next door, I know this may be time consuming, but we can't handle these kits," he said. "OK," she meowed laying down to rest, "I should rest while we wait for the kits to come, would you go and look for food?" she asked. He walked out of the old cluttered shed. He walked on the sidewalk, looking and smelling for any sign of food. Out of the blue, he sees a chubby little vole. He hasn't tried to catch his own food in years. He slowly crouched and faced downwind toward the vole so it would not smell him. He crept slowly toward the mouse. "BAM!" and in a few seconds the vole was clutched between his jaws. He got up and headed toward the shed. He looked farther past the shed into the Forrest. There were eyes staring at him. "What is that?" he thought. He returned to the shed and placed the vole at his mates paws. "Here, I caught it myself. I'll be right back," he meowed as he walked out of the shed. He turned his head back to the Forrest. You could distinctively see a pair of eyes staring at him. He walked dove to the edge of the Forrest, the eyes were gone. "WHO"S THERE?" he shouted. He concentrated at the figure. It was the shape of a cat. "I know you're there!" he shouted. "What is your business here?" the figure said. "I have no business here, but my business is to know why you were watching me," he meowed. "You have great skills for a wimpy kitty pet," the figure said. "I am no kitty pet, those kitty pets are lazy and stuffed to the max. Have you seen me. I am starved," he meowed. "Oh really, then what did you do with that vole?" the figure said. "So you have been watching me," he meowed, "I gave that vole to my mate who is about to begin labor." The figure stepped put of the shadows. It was a beautiful female tabby. "How do I know you are telling the truth,' she said. "Would you like to go in and meet my mate?" he meowed. "Yes, yes. I would," she meowed. They walked toward the shed. "Go on, you go first,"said the she-cat. He walked in, "My darling, I would like you to meet, what is your name?" "My name is SilverMist, the warrior of ShadowClan," she replied. "I would like you to meet SilverMist," he meowed. The pregnant she-cat stood to rub noses with SilverMist, but SilverMist refused. "I do not greet strangers, I need to know your name," SilverMist meowed. "I do not have a name, and I have never had one. By the way, what is ShadowClan?" the she-cat asked. But before SilverMist could answer, the she-cat yowled in pain. She was giving birth. Five beautiful kits were born. SilverMist helped lick them clean. "ShadowClan is a group of cats that live in the Forrest. There are four clans, ShadowClan, RiverClan, WindClan, and ThunderClan. We all live under the warrior code of StarClan. StarClan is our passed ancestors that guide us in everyday life and teach us about the future through signs. We all live in our own territories. The territories cannot be broken by any cat. Everyone has the same rules, with exceptions of Leaders, Deputies, and Medicine Cats," SilverMist meowed. "That sound very interesting," the tom meowed, "Sweetheart, I think we should give this warrior a kit. We don't need them all and those four clans sound like a nice place to live." She stood up, the kits started meowing, "That sounds like a great idea, SilverMist, take your pick," the she-cat meowed. SilverMist looked at each kit distinctively. She saw the runt, definitely not that one, she wanted a strong one. She saw the biggest of the litter. He was pitch black. She picked him up buy the scruff indicating that she wanted that one. "Thankyou," SilverMist meowed leaving the old abandoned shed. SilverMist walked back into the Forrest. She came to the clearing of ShadowClan camp. She walked to the Nursery. She looked at one of the queens. "Can you please take care of this kit, I ran into a pregnant she-cat who was giving away her kits. And I'll raise him, just I can't have him feed from my breast," she meowed setting the black kit next to the queen. "Of course I will nurse this cat for you," the queen meowed. "Thankyou," SilverMist said. She walked out of the nursery and went strait for the leaders den. "Excuse me, but I just picked up a stray kit and he needs a name." The leader looked into SilverMists eyes, "What does this cat look like," he meowed. "He is pitch black with stunning blue eyes," she meowed. "I have always wanted a black kit, I planned to name him TaintedHeart when he became a warrior, but I never had kits. So, I will name him Taintedkit," he meowed. And so begins the journey of Taintedkit. He proved his great loyalty to ShadowClan and became the leader, Ready for anything.-
Don't you love him too?
