Post by catsrule on Dec 20, 2007 18:54:28 GMT -5
Name: Midnightstream
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Clan: Forestclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Midnightstream is a soft hearted tom. He never worries about himself and always worries about others. Midnightstream loves his clan and would protect it with his life. However if at anytime the clan went against something he believes in he would be very defensive of his opinions. He makes his opinions loud and clear when others do something he sees as wrong. Midnightstream does not like cats who hide who they truly are and believes no matter who you are or what you’ve done you should always deserve a second chance. He lives his life for others because he sees no good in living solely for yourself. Midnightstream puts great effort into everything he does and will never give up on anything he has started. In his opinion there is no point in starting something that you will never finish. His spirit is strong and flows freely through his veins. He would die for his friends and loved ones no matter what clan. He tries to make friends with cats from all clans and even loners and kitty pets because he often states that all cats should be treated with respect, it does not matter where you come from what matters is what you are inside, your personality. Midnightstream will fight for others and his opinions but he has issues with himself. He thinks he has no purpose in life he spends hours thinking about what his purpose might be but he never comes up with anything. He likes to walk out of camp while the others are asleep and just stare up at the stars as he thinks about life.
Physical Description: Midnightstream has a short pelt, his fur his a creamy white color with light gray patches all over his pelt. His eyes are bright blue and burn brightly with his spirit. Around his left eye is a round patch of gray fur it also continues upwards slightly onto his forehead. His front right leg is fully gray except one of his toes which is white and a tiny white jagged stripe on the back. His front left leg is totally white. His silky whiskers are dark gray almost black and they glitter slightly in the sunshine. His left ear is totally white except for one spot and the very tip of it while his right ear is fully gray except for a tiny blotch right in the middle of his ear. His chest is white and so is his stomach except for two medium sized spots that curve into wiggly circles. His back right leg is like a puzzle piecing together gray and white patches until about halfway up where it turns totally gray until it comes closer to his back where it switches back to white. His back left leg is fully white with one big splotch of gray close to the bottom of his leg. When it comes closer to his back it switches once again to gray. They gray from his left leg continues about a fourth of the way out then it turns to white. In the middle of his back is a longer gray patch which goes about a fourth of the way down his back. The rest of his back is white. On his right side are two small sized blotches one near his front leg and the other in the middle. On his left side are three blotches two of which are medium sized and one is a tiny circle.
Picture: n/a
History: His mother was a light gray long haired she cat. She lived the first part of her life as a loner but soon came to the clans and was welcomed after protests from some other cats. His father was a pure white tom with short fur and amazing blue eyes. He lived and died as a kitty pet though he always dreamed of the forest he never had the heart to leave his twolegs. Midnightstreams mother met his father while chasing a trespasser out of the clans territory. The instant they saw each other they fell in love and became mates. Unfortunately his mother died after giving birth to two kits. His father was heartbroken and died while trying to find the clan territory to claim his sons. He was mauled by a dog which a two leg had let escape. Midnightstream’s brother disappeared when they were five moons old and he was never seen or heard of again. Though there is little hope Midnightstream thinks his brother is still alive and sometimes looks for him while on hunting or border patrols. He grew up normally as other clan cats would from that point striving hard to become a great warrior and be recognized.
IC: The stars glittered brightly in the sky, they filled every inch of the dark black stretch of sky. A bitter cold wind blew through the trees shaking bushes and dead brown leaves. The owls hooted at the emptiness of the night filled forest. Tiny mice huddled safely underground while a few snuck out for a midnight snack. The bright moon lit up the ground and sliced through the trees covered in a few brown leaves still clinging on to the deserted gray branches. The limbs of the trees moaned in the wind and reached out grabbing for the night creatures which made their way to the sky for the fluttering insects that unrepentantly buzzed though few remained for the winter chill had frozen most of them. A white paw crushed a dried leaf. Brilliant blue eyes stared up at the sparkling sky. A tiny spider scampered across the other paw standing out in the gray fur for its back was white. The owl spread its great wide wings, screeched once and set off into the air flying straight into a beam of light that struck down from the moon. Midnightstream marveled at the quiet forests beauty the differences from the daytime were amazing. In the night the forest seemed graceful, almost fragile like if you stepped to hard it would all crumble to pieces right before your eyes. It was as if he had stepped into a whole other world. A fragile night world waiting to be discovered, waiting to be uncovered, every stone shined in the moonlight every creature slept silently except for the nocturnal creatures who minded their own business and flew quietly through the branches. Each warm breath entered the chilly air and turned immediately to a tiny white cloud that dissolved into the night air. He laid down softly and closed his eyes as he breathed in the crisp fresh scents around him each cold and refreshing to his senses.
Code: whisper
Other: n/a
Age: 20 moons
Gender: Tom
Desired Clan: Forestclan
Desired Position: Warrior
Personality: Midnightstream is a soft hearted tom. He never worries about himself and always worries about others. Midnightstream loves his clan and would protect it with his life. However if at anytime the clan went against something he believes in he would be very defensive of his opinions. He makes his opinions loud and clear when others do something he sees as wrong. Midnightstream does not like cats who hide who they truly are and believes no matter who you are or what you’ve done you should always deserve a second chance. He lives his life for others because he sees no good in living solely for yourself. Midnightstream puts great effort into everything he does and will never give up on anything he has started. In his opinion there is no point in starting something that you will never finish. His spirit is strong and flows freely through his veins. He would die for his friends and loved ones no matter what clan. He tries to make friends with cats from all clans and even loners and kitty pets because he often states that all cats should be treated with respect, it does not matter where you come from what matters is what you are inside, your personality. Midnightstream will fight for others and his opinions but he has issues with himself. He thinks he has no purpose in life he spends hours thinking about what his purpose might be but he never comes up with anything. He likes to walk out of camp while the others are asleep and just stare up at the stars as he thinks about life.
Physical Description: Midnightstream has a short pelt, his fur his a creamy white color with light gray patches all over his pelt. His eyes are bright blue and burn brightly with his spirit. Around his left eye is a round patch of gray fur it also continues upwards slightly onto his forehead. His front right leg is fully gray except one of his toes which is white and a tiny white jagged stripe on the back. His front left leg is totally white. His silky whiskers are dark gray almost black and they glitter slightly in the sunshine. His left ear is totally white except for one spot and the very tip of it while his right ear is fully gray except for a tiny blotch right in the middle of his ear. His chest is white and so is his stomach except for two medium sized spots that curve into wiggly circles. His back right leg is like a puzzle piecing together gray and white patches until about halfway up where it turns totally gray until it comes closer to his back where it switches back to white. His back left leg is fully white with one big splotch of gray close to the bottom of his leg. When it comes closer to his back it switches once again to gray. They gray from his left leg continues about a fourth of the way out then it turns to white. In the middle of his back is a longer gray patch which goes about a fourth of the way down his back. The rest of his back is white. On his right side are two small sized blotches one near his front leg and the other in the middle. On his left side are three blotches two of which are medium sized and one is a tiny circle.
Picture: n/a
History: His mother was a light gray long haired she cat. She lived the first part of her life as a loner but soon came to the clans and was welcomed after protests from some other cats. His father was a pure white tom with short fur and amazing blue eyes. He lived and died as a kitty pet though he always dreamed of the forest he never had the heart to leave his twolegs. Midnightstreams mother met his father while chasing a trespasser out of the clans territory. The instant they saw each other they fell in love and became mates. Unfortunately his mother died after giving birth to two kits. His father was heartbroken and died while trying to find the clan territory to claim his sons. He was mauled by a dog which a two leg had let escape. Midnightstream’s brother disappeared when they were five moons old and he was never seen or heard of again. Though there is little hope Midnightstream thinks his brother is still alive and sometimes looks for him while on hunting or border patrols. He grew up normally as other clan cats would from that point striving hard to become a great warrior and be recognized.
IC: The stars glittered brightly in the sky, they filled every inch of the dark black stretch of sky. A bitter cold wind blew through the trees shaking bushes and dead brown leaves. The owls hooted at the emptiness of the night filled forest. Tiny mice huddled safely underground while a few snuck out for a midnight snack. The bright moon lit up the ground and sliced through the trees covered in a few brown leaves still clinging on to the deserted gray branches. The limbs of the trees moaned in the wind and reached out grabbing for the night creatures which made their way to the sky for the fluttering insects that unrepentantly buzzed though few remained for the winter chill had frozen most of them. A white paw crushed a dried leaf. Brilliant blue eyes stared up at the sparkling sky. A tiny spider scampered across the other paw standing out in the gray fur for its back was white. The owl spread its great wide wings, screeched once and set off into the air flying straight into a beam of light that struck down from the moon. Midnightstream marveled at the quiet forests beauty the differences from the daytime were amazing. In the night the forest seemed graceful, almost fragile like if you stepped to hard it would all crumble to pieces right before your eyes. It was as if he had stepped into a whole other world. A fragile night world waiting to be discovered, waiting to be uncovered, every stone shined in the moonlight every creature slept silently except for the nocturnal creatures who minded their own business and flew quietly through the branches. Each warm breath entered the chilly air and turned immediately to a tiny white cloud that dissolved into the night air. He laid down softly and closed his eyes as he breathed in the crisp fresh scents around him each cold and refreshing to his senses.
Code: whisper
Other: n/a