Post by CheshireCat on Aug 28, 2011 10:46:23 GMT -6
Name: Dawnchaser
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Status: Alive
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: A lean, angular red van she-cat with amber eyes and long legs.
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Apprentice: Breezepaw
Mate: None yet
Offspring:
Age: 19 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Status: Alive
Rank: Warrior
Short Description: A lean, angular red van she-cat with amber eyes and long legs.
Picture:
Appearance Description:
I am an elegant cat with a personality to match. My angular body gives me a refined and chiseled appearance. I often catch young and attractive toms looking my way, though I, myself, would never waste my time with them. My face looks dignified and will never appear otherwise, even if I am extremely embarrassed. My classy long-legs add to her appearance in a way that allows me to look down on more, how do you say, miniscule cats.Personality Description:
My coat is exquisitely well-groomed, not a hair out of place. Practically every hair on my body is white, excluding the solid ginger tabby located on my ears and tail. More delicate ginger spots are located on my back and flanks. Also, my pink nose is powdered with the same cinnamon dust that is found on my ears.
My eyes are probably the most stunning and eye catching feature I don. They are large, almond shaped, and slanting downward. However, their color is the real breathtaker. They appear to be fallen leaves filled with a golden amber liquid the color of the setting sun. Surprisingly, they are very bright. Although their beauty is rivaled by nothing on this planet, I will bore down on you with them until the point that you run for cover. They are my most useful weapon.
I believe myself to be confident and poised. I am better than other cats, that is for sure, because of my impressive lineage and my striking good looks. Sometimes I often complain about life, about how it isn't fair and all that. I usually complain when I don't get what I want. Don't you dare say I was spoiled as a kit because I wasn't. When your father's a leader you don't get to see him very much. I'm not very proud of him, though I do love my siblings and my mum. Honestly, I'd rather be leader to see my clan free from the belief of 'StarClan', but I'm just going to leave that job to someone else. i just hope that Angelwing doens't believe in those foolish kit tales, because then it would just be another 9 lives of fake beliefs. We have to start realizing that StarClan was never there and they never will be. What's done is done by the cats of the lake, not by some ghosts living above us.History:
I was the firstborn in a litter of three. My mother was Flutterheart and my father Sharpstar. I considered myself better and more experienced than all of my siblings because I was the oldest. I was always the one to correct them when they got into truble and I set the best example I possibly could. Just because I was their role-model doesn't mean that I had a loving realtionship with them. I have always preferred not to spend my time playing petty games or causing mischief.Parents:
When I turned 6 moons old, I became an apprentice by the name of Dawnpaw. My menotr was Oaktail. Becoming an apprentice was sort of a revelation for me because I had more freedom ad less time with my siblings. Instead of being cooped up in camp, I could go hunting or do some battle training. My best skill, according to my mentor, was hunting. though I had no patience when it came to cats, I could sit for hours waiting for a squirrel to let it guard down. Oaktail said I was quite good at fighting too, but I didn't consider it as entertaining and relaxing as hunting.
At 13 moons, I became a warrior. My new name was Dawnchaser. Both my parents and Oaktail were very proud of me. However, by now, I had begun to drift away from my father. He had less and less time for me, and our relationship was turning bitter. We often got into fights over almost nothing. Soemtimes I just wish that we could go back and fix it all, but other times I wish he would just give in and admit that StarClan isn't real and never was. We both know its true, but he's the one holding back from admitting it. I'll get it out of him someday.
At 19 moons, my dad decided to give an apprentice. For whatever reason, I don't know or care. He looks exactly like my father, that's for sure, but if he's expecting me to warm up to him, he's got another thing coming. Breezepaw is quite the handful, but he's also very talented.
Flutterheart (mother; A ginger van she-cat with yellow-green eyes and a bob tail.) and Sharpstar (father; An angular, lean, russet tom with amber eyes, battle scars, and a black tail tip.)Siblings:
Firestorm (brother; A lean, angular russet van tom with green eyes) and NoName (sister; A lean, angular red van she-cat with green eyes and a stubby tail.)Mentor: Oaktail (former mentor; A pretty dark brown tabby she-cat with ice blue eyes)
Apprentice: Breezepaw
Mate: None yet
Offspring:
NoneOther Significant Cats:
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I can definitely see Dawnchaser with a British accent.
