Post by Nightpaw on Jun 25, 2007 20:34:32 GMT -5
Name| Snowflower
Gender| Female
Age| almost 30 moons (yeah, she's very old)
Clan| Frostclan
Rank| Elder (You're welcome Pale ^^)
Description| Snowflower is a grisled old white she-cat. She is all white except for a few grey dapples on her tail. Her eyes are jet black; very unusual, especialy for a white cat. Her pads are worn down from nay travels and patrols, but will still do her for the occasional trip to Gatherings, or over to the freshkill pile when the apprentices weren't doing their duty.
Her ears and very small, and her tail is long with a rounded tip.
Personality| Whiteflower is very warm hearted and nice. She is a wise old cat, as she has lived for many moons and knows much. She enjoys going to the occasional gathering still, even though she is very old and can barely make the journey. All cats, including the leader, respect her.
She can be a bit snappy at times, as can any elder. But she's usualy quite warm-hearted, and she loves nothing more than telling stories of her favourite leader, Featherstar, to the kits. She also tells stories of the current leader - the kits love those most.
History| When Snowflower was a young kit, her father was killed in battle by Thornclan.
Her apprentice life went without any exceptional moments, and her warrior life was a very good one; filled with exitement and bravery.
But near the end of her warriorship, her mate, Owlflight, was killed in battle. They never got to have kits together, and Snowflower refused to find another mate out of grief.
By the time she was 25 moons, soon after Owlflight's death, she had decided that she could no longer serve the clan as a warrior. So she was made an elder, and has lived quite long for a Frostclan cat.
Extras| N/A
RP Example|
"Ouch! Watch it, that's my sore spot!" Smallpool complained as Nightpaw tenderly pulled a tick from her, then sprang back as she yelped.
"Sorry, sorry," Nightpaw hurriedly apologized.
"Oh, Smallpool, take it easy on poor Nightpaw. She's only an apprentice," Snowflower purred. "Nightpaw, you can go." The apprentice nodded, then hastily scurried out of the elder's den. This was what she got for talking back to her mentor. But he had called her an image of her father! And looked at her funny! Nightpaw scowled as she bounded back to the apprentice's den.
Once she was gone, Snowflower looked at Smallpool scornfully.
"What?" He asked like an innocent kit. "It was my sore spot!"
Codeword| Secret
Gender| Female
Age| almost 30 moons (yeah, she's very old)
Clan| Frostclan
Rank| Elder (You're welcome Pale ^^)
Description| Snowflower is a grisled old white she-cat. She is all white except for a few grey dapples on her tail. Her eyes are jet black; very unusual, especialy for a white cat. Her pads are worn down from nay travels and patrols, but will still do her for the occasional trip to Gatherings, or over to the freshkill pile when the apprentices weren't doing their duty.
Her ears and very small, and her tail is long with a rounded tip.
Personality| Whiteflower is very warm hearted and nice. She is a wise old cat, as she has lived for many moons and knows much. She enjoys going to the occasional gathering still, even though she is very old and can barely make the journey. All cats, including the leader, respect her.
She can be a bit snappy at times, as can any elder. But she's usualy quite warm-hearted, and she loves nothing more than telling stories of her favourite leader, Featherstar, to the kits. She also tells stories of the current leader - the kits love those most.
History| When Snowflower was a young kit, her father was killed in battle by Thornclan.
Her apprentice life went without any exceptional moments, and her warrior life was a very good one; filled with exitement and bravery.
But near the end of her warriorship, her mate, Owlflight, was killed in battle. They never got to have kits together, and Snowflower refused to find another mate out of grief.
By the time she was 25 moons, soon after Owlflight's death, she had decided that she could no longer serve the clan as a warrior. So she was made an elder, and has lived quite long for a Frostclan cat.
Extras| N/A
RP Example|
"Ouch! Watch it, that's my sore spot!" Smallpool complained as Nightpaw tenderly pulled a tick from her, then sprang back as she yelped.
"Sorry, sorry," Nightpaw hurriedly apologized.
"Oh, Smallpool, take it easy on poor Nightpaw. She's only an apprentice," Snowflower purred. "Nightpaw, you can go." The apprentice nodded, then hastily scurried out of the elder's den. This was what she got for talking back to her mentor. But he had called her an image of her father! And looked at her funny! Nightpaw scowled as she bounded back to the apprentice's den.
Once she was gone, Snowflower looked at Smallpool scornfully.
"What?" He asked like an innocent kit. "It was my sore spot!"
Codeword| Secret