Post by «MªÞlεδtǻr» on Sept 8, 2007 10:17:12 GMT -8
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DawnStorm's Descripton Example- Darkness surrounded the ginger she-cat and she woke in an unfamiliar forest. She looked around confused and there is front of her she saw a black tom. "Runningstream!" The she-cat purred and ran up to the tom. But the tom was running away from her. Why? She ran faster and faster after the tom but he wouldn't stop. She saw his running farther and farther away... Dawnstorm didn't see the darkness before her, but she did see a the black tom still, his body barely larger than a bug. Suddenly she fell. Down farther into darkness but before she hit the ground...she woke... In the warrior's den she woke in cold sweat. She looked around frantically for the welcoming blue eyes of her mate but she didn't see them. She looked around again. Was she dreaming? She licked her kits to get her mind off of Runningstream. But where was he? 'Still hunting of course.' Dawnstorm told herself but she found herself regretting her thought. She had to have hope..he just could of got lost... He'd come back. He said he would always be there for her. No matter what. She stayed where she was, afraid to move. Perhaps he was just doing warrior duties. She looked around uneasily. She felt so open in here..she had to get her kits to the nursery soon. But she also wanted Runningstream to be there for her. 'He's coming back!' she hissed in her mind to make her believe that her mate was coming back for her. Everything would be ok.
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After a while of waiting for him, Dawnstorm found herself growing more and more restless. Where could he be?!?! She looked up at the sky. It was still morning but it seemed like moons had passed since she had last seen him. A tear escaped which she wiped away with her ginger colored paw. He would come back! He had to! Why would he run away if he had kits? She needed him now! He took deep breathes, hoping that she wasn't disturbing the kits as they slept. She had to get them out of this place. The warrior's den wasn't the place for kits. Her fears had come true. Her dream was becoming reality.
FawnStar's Description Example- Ashlight's appearance, though stunning at any point in time, is most striking in the moonlight. Her pale tabby fur glows with the beams of light reflecting off her silver pelt, strands soft and downy-like to the touch, slightly longer than the average shorthaired cat. Alternating almost-white stipes and pale silvery gray ones fade into each other with no distinct lines to separate the different colors. Her fur has grown well over her clawing scars extending from just behind her front right shoulder blade to midway down her soft underbelly, the constant reminder of how closely she had come to losing her life during an attack of RiverClan on her own. The scar is also proof however, proof of her loyalty despite her origins to her clan.
Delicate feet make picking through the marshy plains easy, though her fur causes her to stand out under any circumstances under she takes care to blend in. And slender stomach smoothly transitions in flowing lines to her lean, though muscled, legs. her tail isn't bushy, but her fur drapes neatly across it in the palest of silvers, almost white in color.
Large eyes in a dark blue hue are the most startling and noticable feature on her face. Dark as water on a perfect, pitch black night, their dark blue depths aren't piercingly perceptive, but wide and dreamy. A small muzzle painted in the same pale, silvery gray as her stripes and a midnight-black nose are settled on her face, with small teeth that aren't sharp as other cats'. Thin, silver whiskers frame her muzzle, three on each side, and two large ears perch, almost constantly pricked for sound, on her head. The outsides are mainly the silver-gray color of some of her stripes, and the insides are a pale pink color.
Though her narrow frame give Ashlight more talent in speed than strength, she isn't well suited for sprinting quickly. Her body allows her agility to be her key weapon, able to slip into small spaces with little room to maneuver due to her small size. Ashlight worked hard to overcome her disadvantages and prove herself a capable warrior for any clan, successfuly doing so to earn her place in her clan.
RainStorm's Description Example- Rainstorm narrowed her eyes, as she yelled out loud, ”You stupid mouse-brained idiots! You think I’m Hawkfrost, right? Yeah, sure I have his eyes, his pelt, his temper, his voice. I may be his daughter, but you know what? I’m nothing like him, I’m Rainstorm... If you still think I’m Hawkfrost, come out and attack. ‘Cause you know I’m Hawkfrost, you know that you can bet me right?” She grinned evilly, as she rounded upon Dawnpaw, and pulled Midnightstone off of her. She looked deep into her eyes, as she meowed slowly, ”Come on, attack me, kill me, you’ll be a hero if you kill your deputy, and who you think is Hawkfrost. Yeah, I may be Rainstorm, I may be your deputy, and you may think I’m Hawkfrost. But guess what? I’m not him... I can punish you, I can fight, and most of all I can kill... In fact, I did kill a kit when I was play fighting with him when I was a 3 moon old kit.” Looking at Firegaze, Dawnpaw, Dapplepaw, Marshclaw, and Midnightstone she growled, ”You think I’m Hawkfrost, only a piece of fox-dung would think worse... Wait- you all are pieces of fox-dung!” She lifted her head from Midnightstone, not even hurting her on the outside, but she did hurt them on the inside. She had made her point, she walked close to RiverClan as she then meowed, ”Midnightstone, Dapplepaw, come on. I don’t care if Lunarstar doesn’t approve of you Dapplepaw, you’re coming anyways... And to the rest of you... Think carefully about your actions. One wrong word coming from your mouth, one wrong move from you little bodies, and I’ll come and crush you. I’ll come to rip your heart out and feed it to the Foxes. I will come to get you... Watch your back, look behind you... Look at ever corner, tree, and rock, at every hole. You might find me, because one day I will come and get you, if you think I am Hawkfrost. And you’ll know before you die that you made a mistake, because I’m Rainstorm, daughter of Hawkfrost, Deputy of RiverClan, and the daughter of Waterfall, the daughter of Waterfall that killed Bramblestar! The daughter of Hawkfrost who tried to kill Firestar. And the granddaughter of Tigerstar who almost ruled the forest! I am Rainstorm!!!!” She walked into RiverClan territory then called out, ”Look out, I’ll be there... Watching your everymove, hearing every word you say.... Midnightstone, Dapplepaw let’s go! When rain falls you’ll know I’m there... When clouds come, you know I’m listening, because I am there and listing to you!” And as if StarClan agreed with her Rain began to fall down from no where, and the call of a hawk echoed though fourtrees. Rainstorm waited for Dapplepaw, and Midnightstone to come, and then she went back to camp, laughing a laugh like Hawkfrost’s...
MapleStar's Description Example- The Eye of StarClan started to turn a blue color, it cast an eerie glow over SunningRocks
and bounced off the River. Soon the blue light spread all over the forest, causing the tree leaves
to shimmer blue, the grasses of the moor to almost mold into one large sea, and the marshes of
ShadowClan to look as if they'd turned to ice. A light breeze started to kick up, the waves of the moor
became bigger, the leaves on the trees rattled, the River pulsed, and the marshes grew colder.
The soft wind ruffled the cats' fur, and every cat started to grow weary, and tired. Sleep
engulfed them, and waited for them to join it. It whispered to them...
"Sleep...sleep young ones...be at rest....."
it whistled. The music of the forest called to them, the moon brighter, bluer, bigger.
Moonlight glittered off of the cats' pelts, the wind ruffled them, a trance seemed to blanket
all who inhabited the forest. StarClan waited above, and the battle between the dark forest and
StarClan started to form
"Sleep.....
Sleep....."
SparrowPaw's Description Example- She is a large American Shorthair, with her body strong, athletic and well proportions. She is smaller then males, like all she-cats of her kind. Her head is large with a full-cheeked face, slightly longer than wide. She has a medium-length nose which has a gentle concave rise in profile. She has a strong-jawed muzzle that is squared. Her bright clear eyes are large and wide with the upper lid shaped like half an almond and the lower lid a fully round curve. They are slanted up at the outside end and the color is the color of her coat. The medium-sized ears are set fairly well apart and the expression is both trusting and friendly.
The medium-length legs are sturdy and well muscled and the paws are full rounded with the pads color a slight dark pink. The medium-length tail tapers to a blunt tip and has no kinks. Short, thick, and even coarse in texture, her silver coat is dense enough to protect her from the cold and moisture. It thickens up considerably in leaf-bare, but not as much as a Norwegian Forest Cat.
She has white ground color with a dense black tabby markings arranged in a specific pattern. There is one unbroken necklace on the chest, there wide circular lines forming a bullseye on either side of the body, ring marks on the tail, bracelet marks on the legs and a shape like a butterfly with outspread wings on her shoulders. With her blue eyes, and silver fur, she is truly a beautiful she-cat.
SilverFrost's Description Example- MarshClaw slipped and swerved along the grass as the rain socked him to the bone. He saw the sharp, jutted rocks that were the Falls of RiverCLan. He jumped up to the highest rock, remembering what SilverLeaf told him about these rocks when he was little WhiteClaw died yesterday." she has said. He slipped off the gorge. Many cats fall to there death there. And if you fall, the rocks at the bottom are so sharp, no medicine cat could heal a wound like that. He shivered as the lightning spit open the sky again. He thought of WaterMist, how she was probably dead. SilverLeaf, who was in a different Clan. DawnPaw, who hated him. And RainStorm, the pretty RiverCLan she-cat had haunted him since the gathering. A she-cat that pretty and a deputy even, would never love him, the son of a murderer, who couldn't even save his little sister. His mind twisted and shook as he was fighting off the words DeathClaw spoke to him. He felt so lonely. So useless. His mind flew back to DawnPaw. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" she has screamed. He couldn't help but feel angry. So what if he loved RainStorm? He wasn't perfect. He hated the warrior code at this moment. He hated DawnPaw for Hating him. He hated SilverLeaf for not being there. He hated WaterMist for leaving and he Hated RainStorm for capturing his heart and putting it to high where he could not reach it. And most of all, he hated himself, for yelling at DawnPaw, for letting WaterMist leave, for Loving RainStorm. He took a slippery step forward, knowing that once him took another step, there was not turning back.
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Vote based on who you think fits the category best
DO NOT vote for someone just because they are your friend
or something like that.
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DO NOT Copy any of the bios, graphics, or bio parts listed here
Have fun! VOTE!
Voting ends September 30th
DO NOT copy any of the bios, parts of bios, or graphics listed as examples
DawnStorm's Descripton Example- Darkness surrounded the ginger she-cat and she woke in an unfamiliar forest. She looked around confused and there is front of her she saw a black tom. "Runningstream!" The she-cat purred and ran up to the tom. But the tom was running away from her. Why? She ran faster and faster after the tom but he wouldn't stop. She saw his running farther and farther away... Dawnstorm didn't see the darkness before her, but she did see a the black tom still, his body barely larger than a bug. Suddenly she fell. Down farther into darkness but before she hit the ground...she woke... In the warrior's den she woke in cold sweat. She looked around frantically for the welcoming blue eyes of her mate but she didn't see them. She looked around again. Was she dreaming? She licked her kits to get her mind off of Runningstream. But where was he? 'Still hunting of course.' Dawnstorm told herself but she found herself regretting her thought. She had to have hope..he just could of got lost... He'd come back. He said he would always be there for her. No matter what. She stayed where she was, afraid to move. Perhaps he was just doing warrior duties. She looked around uneasily. She felt so open in here..she had to get her kits to the nursery soon. But she also wanted Runningstream to be there for her. 'He's coming back!' she hissed in her mind to make her believe that her mate was coming back for her. Everything would be ok.
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After a while of waiting for him, Dawnstorm found herself growing more and more restless. Where could he be?!?! She looked up at the sky. It was still morning but it seemed like moons had passed since she had last seen him. A tear escaped which she wiped away with her ginger colored paw. He would come back! He had to! Why would he run away if he had kits? She needed him now! He took deep breathes, hoping that she wasn't disturbing the kits as they slept. She had to get them out of this place. The warrior's den wasn't the place for kits. Her fears had come true. Her dream was becoming reality.
FawnStar's Description Example- Ashlight's appearance, though stunning at any point in time, is most striking in the moonlight. Her pale tabby fur glows with the beams of light reflecting off her silver pelt, strands soft and downy-like to the touch, slightly longer than the average shorthaired cat. Alternating almost-white stipes and pale silvery gray ones fade into each other with no distinct lines to separate the different colors. Her fur has grown well over her clawing scars extending from just behind her front right shoulder blade to midway down her soft underbelly, the constant reminder of how closely she had come to losing her life during an attack of RiverClan on her own. The scar is also proof however, proof of her loyalty despite her origins to her clan.
Delicate feet make picking through the marshy plains easy, though her fur causes her to stand out under any circumstances under she takes care to blend in. And slender stomach smoothly transitions in flowing lines to her lean, though muscled, legs. her tail isn't bushy, but her fur drapes neatly across it in the palest of silvers, almost white in color.
Large eyes in a dark blue hue are the most startling and noticable feature on her face. Dark as water on a perfect, pitch black night, their dark blue depths aren't piercingly perceptive, but wide and dreamy. A small muzzle painted in the same pale, silvery gray as her stripes and a midnight-black nose are settled on her face, with small teeth that aren't sharp as other cats'. Thin, silver whiskers frame her muzzle, three on each side, and two large ears perch, almost constantly pricked for sound, on her head. The outsides are mainly the silver-gray color of some of her stripes, and the insides are a pale pink color.
Though her narrow frame give Ashlight more talent in speed than strength, she isn't well suited for sprinting quickly. Her body allows her agility to be her key weapon, able to slip into small spaces with little room to maneuver due to her small size. Ashlight worked hard to overcome her disadvantages and prove herself a capable warrior for any clan, successfuly doing so to earn her place in her clan.
RainStorm's Description Example- Rainstorm narrowed her eyes, as she yelled out loud, ”You stupid mouse-brained idiots! You think I’m Hawkfrost, right? Yeah, sure I have his eyes, his pelt, his temper, his voice. I may be his daughter, but you know what? I’m nothing like him, I’m Rainstorm... If you still think I’m Hawkfrost, come out and attack. ‘Cause you know I’m Hawkfrost, you know that you can bet me right?” She grinned evilly, as she rounded upon Dawnpaw, and pulled Midnightstone off of her. She looked deep into her eyes, as she meowed slowly, ”Come on, attack me, kill me, you’ll be a hero if you kill your deputy, and who you think is Hawkfrost. Yeah, I may be Rainstorm, I may be your deputy, and you may think I’m Hawkfrost. But guess what? I’m not him... I can punish you, I can fight, and most of all I can kill... In fact, I did kill a kit when I was play fighting with him when I was a 3 moon old kit.” Looking at Firegaze, Dawnpaw, Dapplepaw, Marshclaw, and Midnightstone she growled, ”You think I’m Hawkfrost, only a piece of fox-dung would think worse... Wait- you all are pieces of fox-dung!” She lifted her head from Midnightstone, not even hurting her on the outside, but she did hurt them on the inside. She had made her point, she walked close to RiverClan as she then meowed, ”Midnightstone, Dapplepaw, come on. I don’t care if Lunarstar doesn’t approve of you Dapplepaw, you’re coming anyways... And to the rest of you... Think carefully about your actions. One wrong word coming from your mouth, one wrong move from you little bodies, and I’ll come and crush you. I’ll come to rip your heart out and feed it to the Foxes. I will come to get you... Watch your back, look behind you... Look at ever corner, tree, and rock, at every hole. You might find me, because one day I will come and get you, if you think I am Hawkfrost. And you’ll know before you die that you made a mistake, because I’m Rainstorm, daughter of Hawkfrost, Deputy of RiverClan, and the daughter of Waterfall, the daughter of Waterfall that killed Bramblestar! The daughter of Hawkfrost who tried to kill Firestar. And the granddaughter of Tigerstar who almost ruled the forest! I am Rainstorm!!!!” She walked into RiverClan territory then called out, ”Look out, I’ll be there... Watching your everymove, hearing every word you say.... Midnightstone, Dapplepaw let’s go! When rain falls you’ll know I’m there... When clouds come, you know I’m listening, because I am there and listing to you!” And as if StarClan agreed with her Rain began to fall down from no where, and the call of a hawk echoed though fourtrees. Rainstorm waited for Dapplepaw, and Midnightstone to come, and then she went back to camp, laughing a laugh like Hawkfrost’s...
MapleStar's Description Example- The Eye of StarClan started to turn a blue color, it cast an eerie glow over SunningRocks
and bounced off the River. Soon the blue light spread all over the forest, causing the tree leaves
to shimmer blue, the grasses of the moor to almost mold into one large sea, and the marshes of
ShadowClan to look as if they'd turned to ice. A light breeze started to kick up, the waves of the moor
became bigger, the leaves on the trees rattled, the River pulsed, and the marshes grew colder.
The soft wind ruffled the cats' fur, and every cat started to grow weary, and tired. Sleep
engulfed them, and waited for them to join it. It whispered to them...
"Sleep...sleep young ones...be at rest....."
it whistled. The music of the forest called to them, the moon brighter, bluer, bigger.
Moonlight glittered off of the cats' pelts, the wind ruffled them, a trance seemed to blanket
all who inhabited the forest. StarClan waited above, and the battle between the dark forest and
StarClan started to form
"Sleep.....
Sleep....."
SparrowPaw's Description Example- She is a large American Shorthair, with her body strong, athletic and well proportions. She is smaller then males, like all she-cats of her kind. Her head is large with a full-cheeked face, slightly longer than wide. She has a medium-length nose which has a gentle concave rise in profile. She has a strong-jawed muzzle that is squared. Her bright clear eyes are large and wide with the upper lid shaped like half an almond and the lower lid a fully round curve. They are slanted up at the outside end and the color is the color of her coat. The medium-sized ears are set fairly well apart and the expression is both trusting and friendly.
The medium-length legs are sturdy and well muscled and the paws are full rounded with the pads color a slight dark pink. The medium-length tail tapers to a blunt tip and has no kinks. Short, thick, and even coarse in texture, her silver coat is dense enough to protect her from the cold and moisture. It thickens up considerably in leaf-bare, but not as much as a Norwegian Forest Cat.
She has white ground color with a dense black tabby markings arranged in a specific pattern. There is one unbroken necklace on the chest, there wide circular lines forming a bullseye on either side of the body, ring marks on the tail, bracelet marks on the legs and a shape like a butterfly with outspread wings on her shoulders. With her blue eyes, and silver fur, she is truly a beautiful she-cat.
SilverFrost's Description Example- MarshClaw slipped and swerved along the grass as the rain socked him to the bone. He saw the sharp, jutted rocks that were the Falls of RiverCLan. He jumped up to the highest rock, remembering what SilverLeaf told him about these rocks when he was little WhiteClaw died yesterday." she has said. He slipped off the gorge. Many cats fall to there death there. And if you fall, the rocks at the bottom are so sharp, no medicine cat could heal a wound like that. He shivered as the lightning spit open the sky again. He thought of WaterMist, how she was probably dead. SilverLeaf, who was in a different Clan. DawnPaw, who hated him. And RainStorm, the pretty RiverCLan she-cat had haunted him since the gathering. A she-cat that pretty and a deputy even, would never love him, the son of a murderer, who couldn't even save his little sister. His mind twisted and shook as he was fighting off the words DeathClaw spoke to him. He felt so lonely. So useless. His mind flew back to DawnPaw. "I hate you, I hate you, I hate you!" she has screamed. He couldn't help but feel angry. So what if he loved RainStorm? He wasn't perfect. He hated the warrior code at this moment. He hated DawnPaw for Hating him. He hated SilverLeaf for not being there. He hated WaterMist for leaving and he Hated RainStorm for capturing his heart and putting it to high where he could not reach it. And most of all, he hated himself, for yelling at DawnPaw, for letting WaterMist leave, for Loving RainStorm. He took a slippery step forward, knowing that once him took another step, there was not turning back.
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