Post by «MªÞlεδtǻr» on Jul 1, 2008 13:07:28 GMT -8
Yay! It's that time of year! Time for the Special Awards!!!!!!
RULES
-You can only nominate one nominee per person per category
(ex: I cannot nominate FluffPaw and UltraWhisker for Best Name or
something like that, I can only nominate one)
-Nominate/Vote for who you think deserves it, not solely because
they are your friend you they tell you to
-Don't nominate yourself!
-Write the full name and Clan when nominating
(in the case of the two SpottedPaws of ThunderClan, say
SpottedPaw meddie apprn if you nominate her)
-Only eight nominees per category
-HAVE FUN!!!!
Nominees
[/b]RULES
-You can only nominate one nominee per person per category
(ex: I cannot nominate FluffPaw and UltraWhisker for Best Name or
something like that, I can only nominate one)
-Nominate/Vote for who you think deserves it, not solely because
they are your friend you they tell you to
-Don't nominate yourself!
-Write the full name and Clan when nominating
(in the case of the two SpottedPaws of ThunderClan, say
SpottedPaw meddie apprn if you nominate her)
-Only eight nominees per category
-HAVE FUN!!!!
Nominees
1/ ShadowDance
2/ Cassia
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Do not copy! These are for the contest only!
ShadowDance's Appearance
From his sharp, calculating gaze to the tip of his tail, Bristlefang is a truly magnificent sight. His pelt is as his father’s was, a beautiful mess of gray layered upon gray, black splattered into the mixture. Overall, his coat is a fine light, dull shade of gray that almost looks like ash when the light catches the threads of his fur just right. Deeper streaks of gray travel throughout his pelt, tainting the soft look his fur would have otherwise. Within the dark gray lies black, swirling within the light hues of his fur like black ink clouding the clearest water. The deepest of black streams from over his sharp, angular ears and down his face, eliminating any round curves that would perhaps dominate his facial features. The streaks, however making his face rather gaunt and narrow, compliment the tom nicely, and works in his favor; the black hardens the tom’s appearance, giving him an edge that would make even the strongest Warrior think twice about attacking Bristlefang. Hidden, or mostly unseen due to the harshness of his colors, are the scars in which adorn Bristlefang’s body. He bears scars, mainly upon his back, many from battles, a few from training accidents, but he does not look upon them as something as ugly or tainting. Each scar tells their own story, and with each telling adds to Bristlefang’s character.
The tom’s fit body, enveloped with the same streaks, appears rather thin as well; but that is truly not the case. Bristlefang is not the largest tom, being of only average size for ShadowClan, but his body is a fit, well toned and oiled machine. He does not lack in strength, and of that he makes sure; he enjoys training, feeling the rush of even a safe fight. He keeps his claws well sharpened, as well as his fangs, but he focuses more upon sheer power. Any cat can cause harm with their claws, but it is those who have strength behind their swipe that truly make the difference between harmful and deadly. A bat even from his unsheathed paws can cause unwanted damage. Bristlefang’s legs do not help with giving the tom that brute façade, but give him more of a lanky appearance; but, in a way, he could use that to his advantage. An enemy would be thinking that they could easily overpower the tom, but in reality he could prove to be worth their match. Even without his power, however, catching the tom would prove to be a difficult feat. The tom’s legs are long, nimble and terribly fast. Speed is etched into each, and is speed not power?
Eyes, they say, are the windows into the soul; the unspoken words of truth of the feelings left unsaid. With some, this is untrue. There are those who have mastered hiding all they feel, shielding their very being from the world they live in. Bristlefang is one of these few. There is no personal gain, however, in hiding his emotions. He hides his fear and uncertainties of the decisions placed before him, and in their place his dazzling gold eyes exemplify courage, strength and bravery. Their depths glitter with jewels of topaz, which set his eyes upon fire when the light catches them just right. Amber as well rests within his gaze as small flecks twirling around the edge of his iris.
Cassia's Appearance
Cassia is a long haired, white she cat. She is quite large, and well muscled. Leaves, twigs, and other things often get stuck in her fur, so Cassia is often grooming herself. Her long fur can be quite messy, or extremely neat. It gets messy when she runs fast, or isn't lying in a nest made of moss. She is easily spotted when she runs through the underbrush, because her white fur only blends in with the snow. It also does not help when she is hunting, because if prey is looking her way, they can spot her snow white fur. When the fur around her face is ungroomed, only the blue of her gorgeous sea blue eyes is visible. Her mother had the same colored eyes, and she has a tinge of yellow in them from her father. Cassia can she quite well, and sometimes her sight goes blury. It usually goes blury when she has just woken up, or when its very bright. Cassia's nose is a light pink color, and it's hard to spot, as it looks more white then pink. Her scenting is quite okay, but she isn't the best tracker in the forest. Her ears are a little small for her body, but she hears well. They have long fur which usually hides them. Cassa has a very long, white, fluffy tail. It often gets in her way when it's dragging on the ground. Many times, Cassia has clawed it, giving herself scars. She has large white paws, and they her paws have the shortest fru on her huge body. Her battle-scarred paws hide dog-like claws. Her claws are razor-sharp, and she has injured many cats with them. Cassia has battle scars all over her body. She has fought many battles, and mostly wins. Her longest scar, is from her shoulder blades, down to just behind her tail. When she acquired that scar, she had been fighting against WindClan. A small tabby female had sunk a claw into Cassia's back, and sliced it down. It is hidden by Cassia's long fur.