Post by h a u n t m e on Oct 2, 2006 18:55:42 GMT -5
Name: Hauntedstar
Gender: Female
Age: 28 Moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: Windclan
Peltage: : She is a very oddly colored cat indeed. She is small, with long, silky fur, and her muscles are lithe and smooth. Her tail is long, and her ear’s are sharp, picking p every noise surrounding her. Her teeth, white as can be, are like daggers; razor sharp. She is beautiful, but in a haunting, compelling manner. She carries herself elegantly, and her sparsely spoken words come with a soft, snake like hiss, colder than an arctic rock. Her face is sneering, but the expression does not make her ugly, or repulsive; on the contrary, it makes her even more striking and stunning, if possible. Her pelt is a most unique color, and shines not unlike wet blood. She is snow white, with a black mask covering her eyes, and muzzle. Her ears are tipped in black tones, fading into the white with every shade of grey. Her tail is also edged with ebony black, as well as her paws. Not a spot of brown or any other color is found on her body, minus the golden strands that gild the inky shades of her pelt. Her eyes are a dark blue, and appear black, with royal gold and silver flecks in them. She carries herself with a majestic air; and demands a silent respect.
(Optional)Picture:
Personality: Hauntedstar is a sly, cunning cat, but she keeps emotions all to herself. She also has the unsettling ability to sense when someone lies to her. She is a good, cunning leader as well. She is a sarcastic, sardonic cat, but knows that there are times to remain silent. She is gentle with some, but only a select few. Like most Windclan cats she has a cutting sense of humour, and an ambitious eye. She is swift not only physically but mentally. Hauntedstar is a diplomatic she-cat mostly, rarely letting emotions getting in the way, smoothing problems with sleek words.
History: She was born a rogue, and taken into the clan at the age of 8 moons. She was apprenticed off, and made a warrior. The then leader, Smoulderingstar trusted her, though some of the others in her clan did not. She does not talk of her says as a rogue often, but it is clear that they have hardened and prepared her for the world. She was made deputy, and then tragedy struck and Smoulderingstar went missing. Hauntedstar was made leader, at the very young age of 20 moons. Many in the clan were not pleased, but since then she has proved herself to be a versatile cat, and good leader. In the back of her mind she still wonders if Smoulderingstar is alive. She has never found a mate, nor a cat she could stand, or love like one. Hauntedstar has little patience with cats sneeking across her land, and an even shorter patience limit with rogues because of her bad past.
IC:
The silence was heavy, over bearing. The vast field was almost silent, the cold air biting. The sky was like a dull velvet, dark, catching all the sounds. The ground was green brown, and dry, cracks running along the length of the sands. The wind played with the loose grains of sand, flinging them every which direction, passing the slow desert time. The lush grass swung in the wind lazily, bored with its rooted life. In the distance a call rang through the air, tentative and high, waiting to be answered. The pound of hooves that was the wild horses wasn’t as much heard as felt, ringing through the ground.
A shadow fell across the ground, soaring over the prairie. Hauntedstar watched as the eagle skimmed through the air.
Wild blue eyes were calculating, and almost blank. They were eyes like none other she had ever seen. They were wild, and dangerous with an animalistic, feral aura about them. There was almost a net or the haunting danger about them that reminded most of a wild horse, tied down..
Another shriek woke her sense for a moment.
Other: None
Password: pickels
Gender: Female
Age: 28 Moons
Rank: Leader
Clan: Windclan
Peltage: : She is a very oddly colored cat indeed. She is small, with long, silky fur, and her muscles are lithe and smooth. Her tail is long, and her ear’s are sharp, picking p every noise surrounding her. Her teeth, white as can be, are like daggers; razor sharp. She is beautiful, but in a haunting, compelling manner. She carries herself elegantly, and her sparsely spoken words come with a soft, snake like hiss, colder than an arctic rock. Her face is sneering, but the expression does not make her ugly, or repulsive; on the contrary, it makes her even more striking and stunning, if possible. Her pelt is a most unique color, and shines not unlike wet blood. She is snow white, with a black mask covering her eyes, and muzzle. Her ears are tipped in black tones, fading into the white with every shade of grey. Her tail is also edged with ebony black, as well as her paws. Not a spot of brown or any other color is found on her body, minus the golden strands that gild the inky shades of her pelt. Her eyes are a dark blue, and appear black, with royal gold and silver flecks in them. She carries herself with a majestic air; and demands a silent respect.
(Optional)Picture:
Personality: Hauntedstar is a sly, cunning cat, but she keeps emotions all to herself. She also has the unsettling ability to sense when someone lies to her. She is a good, cunning leader as well. She is a sarcastic, sardonic cat, but knows that there are times to remain silent. She is gentle with some, but only a select few. Like most Windclan cats she has a cutting sense of humour, and an ambitious eye. She is swift not only physically but mentally. Hauntedstar is a diplomatic she-cat mostly, rarely letting emotions getting in the way, smoothing problems with sleek words.
History: She was born a rogue, and taken into the clan at the age of 8 moons. She was apprenticed off, and made a warrior. The then leader, Smoulderingstar trusted her, though some of the others in her clan did not. She does not talk of her says as a rogue often, but it is clear that they have hardened and prepared her for the world. She was made deputy, and then tragedy struck and Smoulderingstar went missing. Hauntedstar was made leader, at the very young age of 20 moons. Many in the clan were not pleased, but since then she has proved herself to be a versatile cat, and good leader. In the back of her mind she still wonders if Smoulderingstar is alive. She has never found a mate, nor a cat she could stand, or love like one. Hauntedstar has little patience with cats sneeking across her land, and an even shorter patience limit with rogues because of her bad past.
IC:
The silence was heavy, over bearing. The vast field was almost silent, the cold air biting. The sky was like a dull velvet, dark, catching all the sounds. The ground was green brown, and dry, cracks running along the length of the sands. The wind played with the loose grains of sand, flinging them every which direction, passing the slow desert time. The lush grass swung in the wind lazily, bored with its rooted life. In the distance a call rang through the air, tentative and high, waiting to be answered. The pound of hooves that was the wild horses wasn’t as much heard as felt, ringing through the ground.
A shadow fell across the ground, soaring over the prairie. Hauntedstar watched as the eagle skimmed through the air.
Wild blue eyes were calculating, and almost blank. They were eyes like none other she had ever seen. They were wild, and dangerous with an animalistic, feral aura about them. There was almost a net or the haunting danger about them that reminded most of a wild horse, tied down..
Another shriek woke her sense for a moment.
Other: None
Password: pickels
