Post by Stormstar on Oct 25, 2008 14:06:46 GMT -5
Name: Sandheart
Rank: Deputy
Clan: WindClan
Gender: she-cat
Age: 20 moons
Picture: none available
Appearance: Sandheart has short, dark ginger fur. She also has an ivory-colored underbelly, legs, and muzzle. The tip of her tail is also ivory. Her legs are amazingly long, as is her tail, which enables her great speed, faster than the average WindClan cat, which is saying a lot. Her eyes are pale yellow, not golden yellow, but more like an electric yellow with faint lines of sickly green in it.
Personality: Sandheart isn't the meanest cat in the world, but she's not exactly nice either. She usually tends to be the lie-low, unexpected type, but she also inspires her Clanmates enough to work hard and do well. She's very "hard-worker" too, which earned her her deputy position. However, when she gets emotional, she usually tends to lash out at everyone whether or not they did anything to her. Luckily, this doesn't really happen often... or does it? Her history sometimes causes her to be aloof, but Sandheart is still well-respected despite her not-so-friendliness.
History: Sandheart had a rather traumatized past. When she was young, about 4 moons, she was walking around with her loner mother, Wynter, when there was a badger attack. Her father, also a loner, then called Fang (who is Hazelcloud's cousin), was there at the time, as was Sandheart's siblings, Sunny, who was a pretty golden-yellow cat with vivid amber eyes and long fur, and Frost, an almost-white gray tom with green eyes and strong build. The badger killed Wynter, Fang, Sunny, Frost, and turned on Sandheart, then called Leaf. It would have killed Sandheart too if a WindClan patrol had not come along and fought off the badger. Sandheart was covered in blood of her family. She was speechless until she was about ready to become an apprentice. But even now, she doesn't talk much to others.
RP Example: Sandheart raced through the open moor, feeling the cool rush of air in her fur and the sun-baked, grassy hills under her paws. She closed her eyes for a single heartbeat, and imagined the tasty blood and meat of the rabbit she would eat when she got back to camp. But the blood reminded her of something else... something not pleasant remembering...
A beautiful day smiled upon a small ginger and white kit, who was trailing behind a stocky white kit, a long-furred ginger kit, and a graceful gray and white she-cat. The sun shined down brightly on the traveling cats, and the wind whistled in the long weeds of the moor. The party stopped by a running stream, with water so clear you could see right through to the fish swimming frantically and the brown mud padding the bottom. The ginger and white kit, called Leaf, bent down and took a couple laps of water, then complained to her mother, "This water is too cold, and I'm tired!" The queen cuffed the young one, saying, "Don't complain, Leaf, for this is all we have."
A dark ginger tom, called Fang, padded up behind the cats and licked the queen on her cheek. "Hello, little ones," he meowed joyfully, and bent down as the kits crowded around him, licking his face and squealing with joy. "How have--" He was cut off by a growl behind him. "What do you want?" the ginger tom meowed, and walked up to the glinting amber eyes framed by coarse black fur. The creature growled and pounced on the tom, who feebly waved his paws desperately. "Run! RUN!!" he yowled, but then his calls were drowned out by the badger slicing his belly and throat maliciously. Fang let out a scream so ugly, so twisted, that it was too easy, much too easy to let it stay in your memory forever. The badger turned, amber eyes filled with an ugly, evil fire, and charged. The queen stood her ground, and bravely tried to fight, but she, too, lay dead beside her mate. The other kits passed away in a flash of blood. The little ginger and white kit, the last one remaining, trembled with fear as the badger advanced, oh so slowly... suddenly: "It's a badger!"
"It's attacking the kit! Let's get it!"
Some fully grown cats, with muscles rippling underneath their short pelts pounced and drove the badger away, far away...
"Are you all right, little one?"
Sandheart convulsed in the memory, feeling much too sick. Suddenly the wind sounded like the scream of her dying father, the sun as cold as the eyes of the badger who killed him. Her heart pounded much too loud, and her chest felt heavy, and constricted, her airways compressed with emotion... Why?
Rank: Deputy
Clan: WindClan
Gender: she-cat
Age: 20 moons
Picture: none available
Appearance: Sandheart has short, dark ginger fur. She also has an ivory-colored underbelly, legs, and muzzle. The tip of her tail is also ivory. Her legs are amazingly long, as is her tail, which enables her great speed, faster than the average WindClan cat, which is saying a lot. Her eyes are pale yellow, not golden yellow, but more like an electric yellow with faint lines of sickly green in it.
Personality: Sandheart isn't the meanest cat in the world, but she's not exactly nice either. She usually tends to be the lie-low, unexpected type, but she also inspires her Clanmates enough to work hard and do well. She's very "hard-worker" too, which earned her her deputy position. However, when she gets emotional, she usually tends to lash out at everyone whether or not they did anything to her. Luckily, this doesn't really happen often... or does it? Her history sometimes causes her to be aloof, but Sandheart is still well-respected despite her not-so-friendliness.
History: Sandheart had a rather traumatized past. When she was young, about 4 moons, she was walking around with her loner mother, Wynter, when there was a badger attack. Her father, also a loner, then called Fang (who is Hazelcloud's cousin), was there at the time, as was Sandheart's siblings, Sunny, who was a pretty golden-yellow cat with vivid amber eyes and long fur, and Frost, an almost-white gray tom with green eyes and strong build. The badger killed Wynter, Fang, Sunny, Frost, and turned on Sandheart, then called Leaf. It would have killed Sandheart too if a WindClan patrol had not come along and fought off the badger. Sandheart was covered in blood of her family. She was speechless until she was about ready to become an apprentice. But even now, she doesn't talk much to others.
RP Example: Sandheart raced through the open moor, feeling the cool rush of air in her fur and the sun-baked, grassy hills under her paws. She closed her eyes for a single heartbeat, and imagined the tasty blood and meat of the rabbit she would eat when she got back to camp. But the blood reminded her of something else... something not pleasant remembering...
A beautiful day smiled upon a small ginger and white kit, who was trailing behind a stocky white kit, a long-furred ginger kit, and a graceful gray and white she-cat. The sun shined down brightly on the traveling cats, and the wind whistled in the long weeds of the moor. The party stopped by a running stream, with water so clear you could see right through to the fish swimming frantically and the brown mud padding the bottom. The ginger and white kit, called Leaf, bent down and took a couple laps of water, then complained to her mother, "This water is too cold, and I'm tired!" The queen cuffed the young one, saying, "Don't complain, Leaf, for this is all we have."
A dark ginger tom, called Fang, padded up behind the cats and licked the queen on her cheek. "Hello, little ones," he meowed joyfully, and bent down as the kits crowded around him, licking his face and squealing with joy. "How have--" He was cut off by a growl behind him. "What do you want?" the ginger tom meowed, and walked up to the glinting amber eyes framed by coarse black fur. The creature growled and pounced on the tom, who feebly waved his paws desperately. "Run! RUN!!" he yowled, but then his calls were drowned out by the badger slicing his belly and throat maliciously. Fang let out a scream so ugly, so twisted, that it was too easy, much too easy to let it stay in your memory forever. The badger turned, amber eyes filled with an ugly, evil fire, and charged. The queen stood her ground, and bravely tried to fight, but she, too, lay dead beside her mate. The other kits passed away in a flash of blood. The little ginger and white kit, the last one remaining, trembled with fear as the badger advanced, oh so slowly... suddenly: "It's a badger!"
"It's attacking the kit! Let's get it!"
Some fully grown cats, with muscles rippling underneath their short pelts pounced and drove the badger away, far away...
"Are you all right, little one?"
Sandheart convulsed in the memory, feeling much too sick. Suddenly the wind sounded like the scream of her dying father, the sun as cold as the eyes of the badger who killed him. Her heart pounded much too loud, and her chest felt heavy, and constricted, her airways compressed with emotion... Why?
