Post by raincloud on Jul 31, 2010 13:25:51 GMT -5
SHADEWHISPER
vortexclan . she-cat . 24 moons . warrior
she's into superstition, black cats and voodoo dolls
So, let's take a look at Shadewhisper. This she-cat is a little smaller than most cats but she uses this to her full advantage. A bigger cat would be clumsy where as she is fast on her paws, able to duck and twist with grace and ease. Something about the way she moves makes it seem as if she might be floating. She has learnt to make up for her lack of size by being swift and cunning, enough so that she can get in close and tear out the enemy's throat before they can so much as blink.
In terms of colouring she is a stormy grey shade all over with no markings to break up the colour. Light green eyes gaze out from her face; fiercely beautiful in their own way. There is always an amused expression upon her face as if she is planning something that is going to be both very fun and very dangerous. But this is just her nature. A long tail trails out behind her to add to her sense of balance, flicking with annoyance but swishing with good humour.
i feel a premonition, that girl's gonna make me fall
Shadewhisper is certainly very hard to ignore. She has always been a very in your face kind of she-cat with the type of energy that seems never to come to an end. She bounces through life with a grin and good humour. Something about the grey warrior has a certain charm to it although many are loathed to admit it. She can be very annoying since she is so boisterous but somehow she doesn't actually care. Let them think what they want to, she is happy as she is.
There is always something new attracting her attention. Shadewhisper has the attention span of a butterfly. Even in mid-conversation she can wander off without so much as a 'goodbye'. This is all part of her strange and varied personality and she certainly can not help it. Some would say that she lives in a world of her own that none will ever understand. Perhaps that is the only way to describe her mindset.
But having said this there is something within her that is very war-like. She has a great love for her clan and will do anything for them. In battle she is a ball of fury, following the warrior code by throwing herself forward without a trace of fear in her eyes. She thoroughly intends to die with honour rather than of old age. Nothing sounds worse to Shadewhisper than dying without going out with a bang. If she is going she intends to take some other cats right along with her.
Love is always on the cards with her. She is a 'love in the moment' type of she-cat, not really enjoying the idea of settling down with a mate for a long time. Having said this she has yet to experience the kind of feelings that brought her parents together in the end. Shadewhisper is adamant that no tom will ever win her heart since it belongs to her clan alone. Time will tell, of course, but she does not intend to let go without a fight.
she's into new sensations, new kicks in the candle light
It started as it always did: two cats fell in love. Morningsong and Falconpelt came together before SkyClan found the two clans in such a state of disarray. They were deeply in love for a long time before admitting how they felt about each other. It was in their second litter of kits that a little grey she-cat was born. They named her Shadekit after her colouring and the colour of her eyes which reminded them of the green plants that had grown in the shade without much sunlight to give them a strong green colour. The other two kits in the litter fell ill soon after being born and sadly they died. Shadekit was alone now.
Her parents had little control over her. The grey kit was into discovering everything. It was hard to be mad at her when she flashed you her charismatic smile and bounded off in search of more fun. She got the other kits into trouble right along with her but she did invent the best games so it was worth it. Something in the way she acted told the clan leader it was time for her to prove herself. She became an apprentice.
Becoming Shadepaw was a proud moment for the she-cat. She swore to do her very best for the good of the clan. On one border patrol quite a while into her training she came across the scent of a strange cat. Following it she found a VoidClan warrior hunting. How dare he! With a yowl she pounced. The pair faught tooth and claw until Shadepaw used her speed to do the impossible: she got beneath the guard of the tom and sank her teeth into his throat, jerking backwards. It was over. Exhausted and injured she lay there until her mentor found her.
From that day on she was Shadewhisper, her name in honour of her speed. As was customary that kill had earnt her a place as a warrior of VortexClan. Still she was her same jovial self. Some things would certainly not ever change in her world.
she's got a new addiction for every day and night
Thistledream might not have been on duty that morning but she had fully intended to go hunting. FjordClan could do with the extra pair of eyes searching through the territory. The clan always came first.. And yet she had found herself wandering straight out of the clan territory. This seemed to happen a lot to the she-cat. She would drift into a daydream, allowing her paws to take her wherever they wanted to go. This time she had found herself walking the distance to Star Falls, a place she had been only once before. This was the strength of her falls into the world of daydream; she could end up anywhere.
Sitting down in the grass the sleek brown cat gazed around her with curious eyes. She may be a fully grown warrior but she still had a kit-like innocence in some aspects of her life. She was ever daydreaming, ever thinking about things from a perspective that was all her own. Thistledream was aware that some of her clan mates did not think she was much use to the clan because of her airy-fairy ways. But all they had to do was see her hunt and they knew they had been wrong. When she wanted to concentrate she could.
Today was not a day for concentrating. As she sat there she found herself batting at a butterfly that had flown in close to her nose. How strange that something so fragile would try to settle itself upon the nose of a predator such as herself. Did it have no sense? Perhaps the butterfly was just as strange in its ways as she was. Maybe it liked dancing close to danger in order to discover new things and new feelings. Ah well that was the mysterious wonderment of life.
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