Post by Thinking of you ♥ on Jan 27, 2009 18:58:22 GMT -5
``Image all the people, sharing for the world[/color][/font][/b]
They call me Leah and I've hunted through fourteen green-leafs. They say that I'm loving, respectful, determined and I'm not planning on changing anytime soon. I have read closely and I have found that the magic words are neverturnyourhead. Many warriors live within my clan boundaries but I fight within TaintedStar, Silvermist, Stormheart, Yodakit, Chewkit, and I've been fighting along this path for about four yearsand people say I'm damn good at it.
nicknames>> ...Tainted
age>>...Thirty Moons
gender>>...Male
alliance>> ...ShadowClan
status>>...Single
rank>> ...Leader
race>>...Cat
``Imagine there's no Heaven, it's easy if you try [/b][/size][/color]
FAMILY>> ...TBA
mother>>...TBA
father>> ...TBA
siblings>>...TBA
extended family>> ...TBA
``You may say that I'm a dreamer but I'm not the only one[/b][/size][/color]
CaringLoyalRespectfulFaithfulDetermined
FULL PERSONALITY>>...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.
strengths>>[li] hunting
[/li][li] fighting
[/li][li] sleeping
[/li][li] hearing
[/li][li] smelling
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flaws>>[/li][li] leading
[/li][li] enforcing
[/li][li] public speaking
[/li][li] showing emotions
[/li][li] following his heart[/color]
likes>>[/li][li] sunbathing
[/li][li] swimming
[/li][li] exploring
[/li][li] hunting
[/li][li] caring for others[/color]
dislikes>>[/li][li] thorns
[/li][li] cleaning
[/li][li] people who think they know everything
[/li][li] taking care of kits that aren't ShadowClan's
[/li][li] gatherings, on occasion he likes them
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``No hell below us, above it's only sky[/b][/size][/color]
APPEARANCE>> ...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.
fur color>>...Black
eye color>> ...Blue
weight>>...10 Pounds
body type>>...heathy & strong
distinguishing marks>>...a mark on his underbelly with no distinguishable shape
``No need for greed or hunger, a brotherhood of man[/b][/size][/color]
FULL 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....
other>>...none
``I hope someday you'll join us, and the world will live as one[/b][/size][/color]
role playing sample>>
SilverMist saw the two cats staring deeply into each others eyes. She walked away, she didn't want o be in the middle of a staring contest. She looked around. "Where is StormHeart?" She thought. She deeply missed the former ShadowClan deputy. They hadn't been together since the last meeting. She walked to the outside of the crowd, she backed up even further. She wanted to get a look over the entire area to see if StormHeart was even there. Finally she spotted his grey, with cream stripes, pelt. She gazed at him such a deep feeling, she really regretted trading him to ThuderClan. "Is he feeling the same way as I?" she asked herself. She wanted to look away, but something wouldn't let her. SilverMist just wanted StormHeart by her side again.
[/b][/li][/ul][/center]This application was created by ``Breezy of Warriors: Cats of All Clans, and the idea for this application came from The Infamous Peregrine of Sine Qua Non. The lyrics for this application were taken from John Lennon's Imagine.
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