Post by Kenya on Jan 17, 2012 0:48:04 GMT -5
NAME: Lightningfur
AGE: 17 moons, Born in Early New-Leaf
GENDER: Female
CLAN: North Clan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Young and lithe, Lightningfur presents herself with grace. Her long legs bare mostly a soft white, the same as her underbelly and face with the exception of a few stray bright ginger patches. Her white fur strays up her neck to a point in between her eyes. Her long tail, often seen swaying mindlessly when she is lost in her thoughts is a mix of ginger and white rings.
The only other white patch that covers her otherwise bright ginger pelt is a strip of white fur stretching along her spine in the middle of her back. This is why her mother granted her the name of Lightningkit upon her birth, as the white stripe surrounded by bright ginger fur resembled a lightning strike the night sky on a green-leaf evening. Lightningfur’s eyes are a brilliant blue often clouded with concern for her fellow clan mates.
PERSONALITY: Lightningfur is not a shy cat. Throughout her kit hood she has been in more than enough trouble while learned the ways through her apprenticeship up to her time as a warrior. She loves nothing more than to see the enemy clan running off with their tails between their legs, but that doesn’t stop her from being an affectionate cat, especially towards the kits. A mate is something she would like, and kits to but no tom has tickled her pink enough to have her affections directed to him.
Thought when not fighting border battles or playing with the kits she enjoys hunting with her closest clan mates. Mouse is her favorite fresh-kill; it dances on her tongue with the tastes of the seasons and always makes her purr when it fills her empty stomach. One thing she is not found of is hooking her claws into trees. Those, she feels, are better left for the birds and squirrels. Water on the other hand doesn’t bother her though she’d rather her pelt be dry then clinging to her strong well muscled frame.
HISTORY: Lightningkit, a simple but strong name for a queen to grace her kit with. Lightningkit hadn’t been born during a storm, not even during the season of late green-leaf when such harsh storms presented themselves to the clan. Her brother died shortly after his birth, ascending into Starclan far to early. Her mother wanted her to have a strong name, but one that also described her pelt color as was custom in the clans. Lightningkit became her name after the white stripe of fur that cut down her back. Her kithood was an adventurous one. She often wondered how her small legs would ever grow long enough to carry her though the forest let alone the camp! Once she had grown about 5 moons old she snuck out of the camp with another less adventurous kit. She managed to catch herself a small mouse, her first kill, before being scolded by her mother.
Becoming an apprentice was much more exciting than her time chasing moss balls as a kit. Lightningpaw was more than ready to show her clan what she could offer them! She trained eagerly every day, well, most days. Lightningpaw often flattened her ears when it came to cleaning out the nursery or elders bedding. Learned the warrior code wasn’t as easy as it seemed either! Lightningpaw was punished after eating before feeding the elders. Her punishment? No gathering. No patrols. No nothing. She sulked about, taking care of the elders and hunting until her mentor and leader believe she learned her lesson. That was her only hunting slip up and before she knew it the clan had been called together to greet a new warrior. She still purred as she remembered that night. All of silverpelt had touched the dark skies with their presence to welcome her, or so she felt. “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Lightningpaw, from this moment you will be known as Lightningfur. StarClan honors your bravery and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of NorthClan” A warrior at last.
RELATIONSHIPS: none at the current moment.
OTHER: fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/016/c/4/_warriors_oc__lightningfur_by_sillvy-d4mmgpq.png
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AGE: 17 moons, Born in Early New-Leaf
GENDER: Female
CLAN: North Clan
RANK: Warrior
DESCRIPTION: Young and lithe, Lightningfur presents herself with grace. Her long legs bare mostly a soft white, the same as her underbelly and face with the exception of a few stray bright ginger patches. Her white fur strays up her neck to a point in between her eyes. Her long tail, often seen swaying mindlessly when she is lost in her thoughts is a mix of ginger and white rings.
The only other white patch that covers her otherwise bright ginger pelt is a strip of white fur stretching along her spine in the middle of her back. This is why her mother granted her the name of Lightningkit upon her birth, as the white stripe surrounded by bright ginger fur resembled a lightning strike the night sky on a green-leaf evening. Lightningfur’s eyes are a brilliant blue often clouded with concern for her fellow clan mates.
PERSONALITY: Lightningfur is not a shy cat. Throughout her kit hood she has been in more than enough trouble while learned the ways through her apprenticeship up to her time as a warrior. She loves nothing more than to see the enemy clan running off with their tails between their legs, but that doesn’t stop her from being an affectionate cat, especially towards the kits. A mate is something she would like, and kits to but no tom has tickled her pink enough to have her affections directed to him.
Thought when not fighting border battles or playing with the kits she enjoys hunting with her closest clan mates. Mouse is her favorite fresh-kill; it dances on her tongue with the tastes of the seasons and always makes her purr when it fills her empty stomach. One thing she is not found of is hooking her claws into trees. Those, she feels, are better left for the birds and squirrels. Water on the other hand doesn’t bother her though she’d rather her pelt be dry then clinging to her strong well muscled frame.
HISTORY: Lightningkit, a simple but strong name for a queen to grace her kit with. Lightningkit hadn’t been born during a storm, not even during the season of late green-leaf when such harsh storms presented themselves to the clan. Her brother died shortly after his birth, ascending into Starclan far to early. Her mother wanted her to have a strong name, but one that also described her pelt color as was custom in the clans. Lightningkit became her name after the white stripe of fur that cut down her back. Her kithood was an adventurous one. She often wondered how her small legs would ever grow long enough to carry her though the forest let alone the camp! Once she had grown about 5 moons old she snuck out of the camp with another less adventurous kit. She managed to catch herself a small mouse, her first kill, before being scolded by her mother.
Becoming an apprentice was much more exciting than her time chasing moss balls as a kit. Lightningpaw was more than ready to show her clan what she could offer them! She trained eagerly every day, well, most days. Lightningpaw often flattened her ears when it came to cleaning out the nursery or elders bedding. Learned the warrior code wasn’t as easy as it seemed either! Lightningpaw was punished after eating before feeding the elders. Her punishment? No gathering. No patrols. No nothing. She sulked about, taking care of the elders and hunting until her mentor and leader believe she learned her lesson. That was her only hunting slip up and before she knew it the clan had been called together to greet a new warrior. She still purred as she remembered that night. All of silverpelt had touched the dark skies with their presence to welcome her, or so she felt. “Then by the powers of StarClan I give you your warrior names: Lightningpaw, from this moment you will be known as Lightningfur. StarClan honors your bravery and strength, and we welcome you as a full warrior of NorthClan” A warrior at last.
RELATIONSHIPS: none at the current moment.
OTHER: fc01.deviantart.net/fs71/i/2012/016/c/4/_warriors_oc__lightningfur_by_sillvy-d4mmgpq.png
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