Post by kitteh on Nov 7, 2010 10:03:57 GMT -8
WHAT IS YOUR NAME?
[/sub]mudkit mudpawMudmask
WHAT GENDER ARE YOU?
Female[/sub]
HOW OLD ARE YOU?
24 moons[/sub]
WHAT CLAN ARE YOU LOYAL TO?
Riverclan[/sub]
WHAT IS YOUR RANK?
Warrior[/sub]
WHAT DO YOU LOOK LIKE?
Ditzy pointed she-cat with bright blue eyes.[/sub]
CAN YOU GO INTO MORE DETAIL PLEASE
Her face looks like night, everlasting night that won't fade away. The difference is only slight; the black of the night sky doesn't appear on her face. The color that is there is a dark chocolate that covers her entire siamese face. The color is darker around her, velvet nose, and her big round eyes, but past that it becomes a normal brown that eventualy blends into the off white of her pelt. Her eyes are sharp and cunning that peirce with a blue that could rival and ocean side sky. It's a blue so pure, no other flecks of color made it's way into them. Her pale cream whiskers are of a shorter size than normal cats, but her ears, which are large pointed and the dark brown around the nose, hear abnormaly well.[/sub]
Mudmask stands at thirteen inches to her shoulder and her short pelt is silky and smooth like the rest of the clan. Her body is what you could call a pale white. Not extreme, but its stil a clean white that makes her fur look immaculate. She has for stockings of dark brown that make her look as if she stepped to far into marshland. Her tail is thin and brown. She is muscled, but just enought to protect herself along with her small kitty claws.
WHAT ARE YOU LIKE?
Mudmask loves her life. She's bubbly and lighthearted. Where most cats are trying to get higher on the rank in their clan, She is happing just being a warrior. Happy with her life without many requirements, and without responsibilities.[/sub]
She wouldn't be classified as the smartest kitten in the litter, and she never was. Intelectually she isn't dumb, but Mudmask in neive to a point where it gets slightly annoying, and maybe even bad. She's very trusting, and believes anything anyone says. She's the cat equivalent of being booksmart, not street smart.
Besides her inabilaty to tell a truth from a lie, she loves just about everyone she meets. Most that meet her have a fifty fitfty chance of liking her. With her overly sweet attitude, and her liking to everyone she meets, she might get a bit to close to some cats who just want heir space.
Mudmask is a kit at heart. She loves to have fun and play with her old littermates though they are more intrested in getting better at what they already are. She constantly takes fishing trips because that is the only thing she knows she's good at.
YOUR FAMILY TREE
Boneash: Father: White tom with green eyes[/sub]
Poppyheart: Mother: Pointed she-cat with a long gait
SHOW ME WHAT YOU GOT
Dawn. The time of morning that cats, especially Blazestorm, enjoyed for the quiet sense of nature and the calming wind that starclan graciously swept across the rocks, the trees, the grass, across every pelt in their clan. Time was abundant, and it wasn't to jettsam. Everything given to them was to be harbored and not tossed like a jejune kittypet with their prison twinkling with the sound of contempt breaking the tranquil lull of the morning. There was a place where the kittypets were counterparts to the majestic cats- but it wasn't here. No, here they were gazed at in awestruck abhorance. The thought of her leader being akin to the cats whom sit with the two-legs and eat of the food which does not run made her pelt crawl. Blazepelt let her emarald green orbs trace the land as if her eyes were the brush, and the territory her canvace. She swept with long strokes, then short qick movements which could only be described as jabs painting a picture with her emotions and her posture.[/sub]
Cloudstar sent her out, into the dusk, to mirror the shadows, and keep watch over their territory. She had pawed at the ground in annoyance but kept her tongue still. The thought of the nighttime quest wasn't the issue. The chalange of the request was that she had to be led by a cat unclanborn. Blazestorm is a clan born cat, and any true clan born cat, wouldn't allow such a horrific thing to happen to their home. Untrue ones, as she clearly named the kitty-pets, werenot fit to live a clan life, no matter how convincing of an act they played. They are actors on a stage in a play that never ends. Convivial would be the last thing she would ever be with them.
Now, at this point in time, dawn had just past, and the sun smiled upon all the territories waking up the little prey that would soon be under her claws, their bodies twisted in grotesque ways that only shadowclan would have the heart to enjoy. Soon they would be hers. Soon, the clan would eat. Her finely tipped nails unsheathed and dug into the bark of the branch she perched upon. Blazestorm stared at the sparow sitting in the tree ajacent form hers. One fleetly placed kick on the tree would parachute the feline atop the birds small frame. It moved. The bird. Moved with apace placing it's mini head under the feathered wing. The act was now- it had to be done. She jumped, landing with extreme acuracy upon the flustered bird, screaming in its ways for help, screaming to be let free. The wings beat against her flank sending dust and loose bark from the branch into the air. "Soon you will ne free littleone. " Without a second look, Blazestorm broke the neck biting into the spineand flicking her head to the left. The body went limp under her and the apealing tase of blood bubbled to her lips. she couldn't eat it- no- but every part of her body told her too.
With the bird in her mouth, she jumped from branch to brance, landing lissomly to the ground, feathers from the dead bird scattered at the base of the oak. "I'll be back for you" She murmured to the sparrow, hidding it so she could come get it later, "I won't forget you" There was one last place she had to patrol, and she didn't want the animal to be in the way if any agressive action needed to be taken. Leaning back on her haunches she launched herself like a rocket through the undergrowth- like a commet through the night sky. She was a forest fire unable to be tamed as she ran, hard. Sunning rocks was just up the hill, Blazestorm would be there and back in an instant, then she could rest. The foot fall of the graceful cat ceased falling upon the forest floor and now touched the gray smooth texture of the rocks that the elders called home. Putting her maw into the air she collected the scents, checking, double checking, tripple checking. Nothing. Good.
Blazestorm sat for a time, gently wrapping her tail around her body like a snake would do it's prey and she cleaned her pelt. Slowly and precicely she stroked her ginger fur with her barbed like togue, making sure nothing from the tree, or the undergroth grasped on. Nothing was worse than a coat of barbs. Then it hit her, the smell of another cat, a young- neive one at that, judging by the sound of their footfall. With a second to spare, she jumped off the rock, and slid behind a few rocks away. Whatever this cat wanted, they were going to explain.
Shock coursed through her body when two things flowed into her mind. Blazestorm saw the little she-cat jump onto the rock that she herself was just perched upon, then the smell of Skyclan rolled off her in waves so strong that she was surprised the smell hadn't come to her before. What was this kit doing out here?! Was she completely mousebrained? She walked, trying to make a silent step to get behind the kit, and treaded upon a stick, her weight racking the small twig. Blazestorm stoped, her muscles tensed as the kitten looked in her direction. Could she see her? The older cat doubted it as she trembled to the top of the rock and then rolled down. That was her chance, and she took it.
Bolting only like the lightning in the raining sky, she zipped behind the cat and then stopped a small tree length away. "We'll let you hear me come upon you, then you can explain." Slowly, but proudly, the cat walked upon the kit taking deleberate steps to allert the kitten. Blazestorm counted, One two three, and she was upon the kitten, its eyes wide in schock. "Amertrinekit." Purring out the name she stepped into the clearing, her head high looking upon the kit, "Does your mother know you are out here? Because i assume not." She padded closer, "You realize how dangerous it is out here no? Don't wanna get yourself hurt. " She kept her eyes on the kit. The only thing moving on her graceful body was the firelike pelt,swishing lightly in the wind.
