Post by {♥.::Frosteh::.♥} on Dec 26, 2007 19:54:27 GMT -5
(just so everyone knows, if you're accepted, I'll change the Subject to say Accepted before your name/clan, and mine is a smidge fancy but you don't need to do that)
{Name}
Frostwhisper
{Rank}
Leader
{Clan}
StarClan
{Age}
102 Moons
{Personality}
Frostwhisper has an amazing sense. She can tell whether anything is affected by disease, or is infected, just by using her nose. She gets it from her long moons in training and being a Medicine cat. She does not have a very careful intelligence, so she thinks on her paws. When danger strikes, she can either be the root of it, or the end of it. Frostwhisper is always on her paws, running around endlessly since she's always got somewhere to be. Because she's the leader, she needs to watch over all the clans, including her own, so she has a very busy schedule. When she gets the chance, she'll visit the dreams of her kin, but she knows she must keep her priorities.
{Appearance}
Frostwhisper has light, icy blue eyes. Her fluffy coat is a tan-gray color sliced with brown tabby stripes. Because she is a nearly direct descendant of TigerClan, her paws are large and her deadly claws are sharpest of any cat's. Her ears are large as well, they can hear anything from a few fox-lenghts away. Frostwhisper's eyes, mesmerizingly light, cannot see anything. She is blind, but she can see with her heart, mind, ears, whiskers, and paws. She is, in general, slightly small. Despite her unusually small body, her tail is quite long, sliced with dark slashes and tipped white. Her ears, too, are faded to white at the top.
{History}
Frostwhisper, during her life, was in RiverClan. She was born as any kit, but her icy blue eyes were different than her brother and sister's grassy-green eyes. Frostwhisper was born blind. She never knew the light of day or sparkling skies of night, but somehow she managed to get on. During her apprenticeship, the leader, Aquastar, gave her the spot as Medicine Cat apprentice. She was thrilled, but she had noticed that there were voices around her that weren't able to be recognized. These, she would find out, were her ancestors congratulating her.
Many times, these voices would speak to her. They would whisper faintly and then disappear. She learned to heed these words, for they predicted significant events to come. Only during her first visit to Silverlight did the cats of StarClan tell her that she was listening to the voices of her ancestors. These cats would guide her through her duties and help her unravel StarClan's mysteries.
When Frostwhisper died, it was not of old age. She was young, barely over 16 moons. She had taken on an apprentice by now and the two were out herb-hunting. Near the ShadowClan boarder, they found a generous stock of watermint. Suddenly, Frostwhisper was ambushed by ShadowClan cats. She told her apprentice to go get help from camp, but when the help finally arrived, it was too late. Frostwhisper was curled up alongside her remains of watermint, whispering something over and over. It was this word and only this word: War. Not a moment after, her icy eyes glazed over and her shuddering became stillness.
History Tidbit: (again you don't have to have this, I just thought I'd add it)
The horrible murder of Frostwhisper began the Night War, which Frostwhisper predicted on her deathbed. Each night for many moons, RiverClan and ShadowClan fought. They rested during daytime, hopeful that ThunderClan and WindClan wouldn't suspect a thing. Eventually, the Night War ended with ShadowClan's surrendur. RiverClan was glad to be out of war and as was ShadowClan.
{RP Example}
"Frostpaw" the whisper grew louder, but Frostpaw was afraid. She was in her den, alone. She had been organizing the herbs when she heard the hissing sound. At first, it was impossible to decipher, but as it grew louder, she recognized her name. "Frostpaw!" it hissed again. Finally, it began to grow quieter now, but this time it did not say her name. "You will be great. Your future holds something no cat has ever seen before" The hissing seemed menacing, but it said nothing of the sort. It began to repeat itself, this time saying her name. But the voice did not say 'Frostpaw' as she had expected, but it slowly hissed, "Frostwhisper." It continued the name until it was inaudible. But the name, the Frostwhisper, it stuck in her head. She liked the name. It sounded like what she had heard, a whisper, but she was still an apprentice. Only half a moon to go and she'd be a Medicine cat. Only half a moon to go and she'd be Frostwhisper. Only half a moon...
{Picture}
{Name}
Frostwhisper
{Rank}
Leader
{Clan}
StarClan
{Age}
102 Moons
{Personality}
Frostwhisper has an amazing sense. She can tell whether anything is affected by disease, or is infected, just by using her nose. She gets it from her long moons in training and being a Medicine cat. She does not have a very careful intelligence, so she thinks on her paws. When danger strikes, she can either be the root of it, or the end of it. Frostwhisper is always on her paws, running around endlessly since she's always got somewhere to be. Because she's the leader, she needs to watch over all the clans, including her own, so she has a very busy schedule. When she gets the chance, she'll visit the dreams of her kin, but she knows she must keep her priorities.
{Appearance}
Frostwhisper has light, icy blue eyes. Her fluffy coat is a tan-gray color sliced with brown tabby stripes. Because she is a nearly direct descendant of TigerClan, her paws are large and her deadly claws are sharpest of any cat's. Her ears are large as well, they can hear anything from a few fox-lenghts away. Frostwhisper's eyes, mesmerizingly light, cannot see anything. She is blind, but she can see with her heart, mind, ears, whiskers, and paws. She is, in general, slightly small. Despite her unusually small body, her tail is quite long, sliced with dark slashes and tipped white. Her ears, too, are faded to white at the top.
{History}
Frostwhisper, during her life, was in RiverClan. She was born as any kit, but her icy blue eyes were different than her brother and sister's grassy-green eyes. Frostwhisper was born blind. She never knew the light of day or sparkling skies of night, but somehow she managed to get on. During her apprenticeship, the leader, Aquastar, gave her the spot as Medicine Cat apprentice. She was thrilled, but she had noticed that there were voices around her that weren't able to be recognized. These, she would find out, were her ancestors congratulating her.
Many times, these voices would speak to her. They would whisper faintly and then disappear. She learned to heed these words, for they predicted significant events to come. Only during her first visit to Silverlight did the cats of StarClan tell her that she was listening to the voices of her ancestors. These cats would guide her through her duties and help her unravel StarClan's mysteries.
When Frostwhisper died, it was not of old age. She was young, barely over 16 moons. She had taken on an apprentice by now and the two were out herb-hunting. Near the ShadowClan boarder, they found a generous stock of watermint. Suddenly, Frostwhisper was ambushed by ShadowClan cats. She told her apprentice to go get help from camp, but when the help finally arrived, it was too late. Frostwhisper was curled up alongside her remains of watermint, whispering something over and over. It was this word and only this word: War. Not a moment after, her icy eyes glazed over and her shuddering became stillness.
History Tidbit: (again you don't have to have this, I just thought I'd add it)
The horrible murder of Frostwhisper began the Night War, which Frostwhisper predicted on her deathbed. Each night for many moons, RiverClan and ShadowClan fought. They rested during daytime, hopeful that ThunderClan and WindClan wouldn't suspect a thing. Eventually, the Night War ended with ShadowClan's surrendur. RiverClan was glad to be out of war and as was ShadowClan.
{RP Example}
"Frostpaw" the whisper grew louder, but Frostpaw was afraid. She was in her den, alone. She had been organizing the herbs when she heard the hissing sound. At first, it was impossible to decipher, but as it grew louder, she recognized her name. "Frostpaw!" it hissed again. Finally, it began to grow quieter now, but this time it did not say her name. "You will be great. Your future holds something no cat has ever seen before" The hissing seemed menacing, but it said nothing of the sort. It began to repeat itself, this time saying her name. But the voice did not say 'Frostpaw' as she had expected, but it slowly hissed, "Frostwhisper." It continued the name until it was inaudible. But the name, the Frostwhisper, it stuck in her head. She liked the name. It sounded like what she had heard, a whisper, but she was still an apprentice. Only half a moon to go and she'd be a Medicine cat. Only half a moon to go and she'd be Frostwhisper. Only half a moon...
{Picture}
