Wintersun « Thread Started on Oct 21, 2006, 8:17pm »
Name: Wintersun
Gender: She-Cat
Age: Thirty Eight Moons
Clan: Darkclan
Postion: Mecicine Cat
Appearance: This she-cat has an oddly colored pelt. It glows white in the sunlight. Just as it does under the light of the moon. Her tail is that of a dark tabby, but the tip is the same bright white of the rest of her body. A line on the top of her head bares the same color as that of her tail. She has burning yellow eyes that can force the truth out out of any cat. She is extremely small but should not be underestimated.She can sure pack a punch.
Personality: Wintersun is the kind of cat that forces you to trust her. Not by her personality really but it is imposible to look into her eyes and not trust her. It is the look about her. She just looks like the cat to be trusted. Is she the cat to be trusted, probobly not. But she demands the trust and respect of all her peirs. She is a medicine cat. She has information other cats can only dream of having. She is skilled at what she does.
She gives off the ora of a sweet and gentle cat. But it is not so. Yes, she is the cat anyone can turn to if they need help and advice. She is always there. Bit she is not as sweet and gentle as she seems. Yes, when she is treating a wound she has a gentle touch. Carefull not to agrivate the pain. But personality wise. Not quite as much. You better not get on the wrong side of this she-cat. There could be hell to pay.
History: Wintersun knows what it is like to be on the brimk of death. She has been there. She works hard to keep her fellows frm having the same experiance. It was aweful. All she could see was black. Black as far as the eye can see and farther still. It was being in a vacum. No light could penetrate. Only the skillfull medicine cat could bring her back.
Wintersun was not born into Bloodclan like most cats think. Mos Bloodclan cats don't take the time to vivit the nurcery. They are all under the impression that Fireleaf gave birth to two kits. This would be a false idea. She kitted but one. The other came from else where. Her mate found the helpless kit and brought it back to camp. All the clan cat assumed she had been part of the litter. She did indeed have the white of her so called mother and the grey of her apparent father. But Wintersun was born far away from there.
The first time Wintersun opened her eyes she saw what seemed to be endless brown walls surrounding her. She could see nothing else. She had been put in a cardboard box. She was on the street. Little did she know that on the outside of the in permenant marker it said "Free to a good home," How would she know that? She was trappe inside. Around her were her brother and sisters. There were six of them. As people passed the number dwindled down. By night fall Wintersun was the only cat left. No one seemed attracted by her interestingly paterned pelt.
That night was a bad storm. Her owners never checked to see if the cats were gone. Nobody offered her shelter. She was stuck in the box. Cold and confuzed. She had no idea what was going on. She was but a day old. The storm created a miniriver flowing down the street. She was swept down the street and eventually into the forest. The box hed fallen to paices and there lay a cold, confuzed, and aboadoned kitted alone in the middle of the forest. Soon to be found by an unsuspecting tom and brought back to camp.
The tom slipped into camp and into the nurcery un noticed. He had the kit clamped firmly in his jaws. As he entered the nursery he saw not only his mate but the medicine cat and a ball of grey fur. The kits had arrived. Or the kit. The medicine cat spotted the kit in his jaws and the three cats dicussed things quickly. They decided upon the perfect plan of action. Not cat yet knew that there had been only one kit born. The new arrival couldn't be more then a day old. The clan would beleive she was the daughter of flametree and Greyclaw. The two kits huddled together in the nursery. There they spent six happy moons. It was not until five moons Winterkit found out she had not been born into the clan. Duskit never even knew.
Six moons came and the two kits got there apprentice names. They trained hard and long and soon they were almost warriors. It had beed decided that they would earn their warrior names that day. They had been out on a patrol. When they returned they heard the most tragic news. Mousepaw was dead. He had been hit on the thunderpath. This was serious. Greentree knew he was coming to the end of his days. He had been the medicine cat for many many moons. He was old and the loss of his apprentice was devistating. But it could mean altogether bad nrews for the clan. It was irgent that he have a new apprentice right away.
It was in that was that Winterpaw did not earn her warrior name that night. Instead of going on to be a warrior she started training as a medicine cat. Her and Greentree had always gotten along paticularly well. The two made a great team. Soon enough she did get her name as Wintersun. She worked hard and learned fast. Unfortunatly there happy days were numbered. Greentree died. He had his days in the forest and it could not last forever. Wintersun became the new medicine cat of Darkclan.
RP example:
Well, this is a roleplaying example of a horse that I roleplay..... If I need one of this charector I will be glad to write one, just ask.....
In a darkened room Beyond the reach of God´s faith Lies the wounded, the shattered remains of love betrayed And the innocense of a child is bought and sold In the name of the d**ned The rage of the angels left silent and cold
A tramendous shadow could be seen from the dark forest. Just visable throught the cloud of sand it kicked up. But you could just make out a dark outline. Too bad nobody was watching. Not that it would have made much difference. Nobody in there right mind stood up to a demon. For that is what he was. He was the demon of the night. Strong and steady legs galloped onwards. He made a racket, not bothering to hinder it. But no one noticed. It was a dark day for the already dark forest. Clouds seemed to linger just above its highest branches.
Forgive me please for I know not what I do How can I keep inside the hurt I know is true Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room
To bad the chestnut stallion wasn't watching. His brown orbs were set on something else. He was called Oak. Apple, his lead mare stood at his side. Her stomachwas large. She would be foaling in a matter of days. It was no time for her to be on the moce. Three mares and two stallions stood in a clearing father into the forest. But the pair were far enough in. As I said before. It was a dark day for the forest.
All the precious times have been put to rest again And the smile of the dawn Brings tainted lust singing my requiem Can I face the day when I´m tortured in my trust And watch it crystalize While my salvation crumples to dust
Too bad it would be the last day the spent happily in the forest. Cause the demon made his way onward. It was now almost impossible to make him out in the cloud of dust. But his taget was obvious now. There was no other place he could be heading for. As the ground started to turn into forest the cloud around him cleared. His black orbs scanned the surrounding territory. He liked what he saw. And it would soon be his....
Why can´t I steer the ship before it hits the storm I´ve fallen to the sea but still I swim for shore
As the cloud around him cleared it was possible to see a black stallion. He was young an age, but that wouldn't stop him. Muscles. They covered his body. Eyer part of him. His black pelt was sleek and clean. His long mane hung on his neck. While his tail was out behind him. He seemed to hover above the ground rather then tred on it. He was the fastest thing on two legs. But for now he wsa going at a slow gallop. His orbs looking all around him. He liked what he saw.
Tell me when the kiss of love becomes a lie That bears the scar of sin too deep To hide behind this fear of running unto you Please let there be light In a darkened room
His orbs spotted his taget. A rather large chestnut stallion. He was also covered in muscles. Most stallions would have run away. The stallion had a long mane and tail the exact color of his pelt. He looked proud. Next to him sttod a mare. From the look of it the demon could deduce she would foal very shortly. But she did not concearn him. His black orbs were set on the stallion.
The noose gets tighter around my throat But I ain´t at the end of my rope ´cause I won´t be the one left behind Can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind
"Will you leave now?" neighed the dark stallion sizing up his enemy, "Or will you force me to fight you?" it wasn't really a question for hhe was preyy sure he already knew the answer. "Surrender? To you? Your hardly more then a colt!" the stallion quickly retorted. He had the perfesct territory. He had to deal with many stallions wanting to claim it. And this one, he was hardly more then a colt.
A routine injection, a lethal dose But my day in the sun ain´t even close There´s no need to waste your prayers on me You better mark my words ´cause I´m history Yes indeed
"Have it your way then," snorted the stallion. He was posed to fight. Yet he just stood there. He continued to size up his enemy. He was twice his age, with much more experiance. This was not going to be an easy fight. Before him loomed a large enemy. Demon hadn't even reached his full height yet. But he was still large. He knew this stallion wasn't going to give up. Not with out a long hard fight. But the demon, was ready.
You might beg for mercy to get by But I´d rather tear this thorn from my side I won´t be the one left behind You can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime Can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind
The demon braced himself for the difficult fight he knew would follow. His large hooves pawed at the ground. Sending dirt into the air. He reared up into the air and lashed out as if to strike his opponent. But he did not touch him. The sight would have sent most stallions shivering and galloping off for safty. But Oak stood his ground. The ground seemed to shake as he landed again. But Oak didn't so much as blink. Bluffing had long since lost it's affect on him.
They swallowed thier daggers by turning their trick They tore my intentions apart brick by brick I´m sick of the jive You talk verbal insecticide
That was the end of the peace. Demon reared. He aime to desend on his enemy. The sudden attack cought Oak by surprise. He had been ready to attack, but he assumed he would try making one more bluff. Demon's hooves struck his enemy like daggers. "You know, I don't beleive I know your name," neighed the stallion, as calmy as if they had been neighin peacfully. Oak let out a cry of pain at the daggers hit.
You can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind Tear down the rat racial slime You can´t be king of the world If you´re slave to the grind I said slave to the grind Slave to the grind Slave to the grind
"Oak," was all the chestnut managed to stay, He took a deep breath. That had been a painful attack. Normally he would have said more then that. Or forced this mysterious demon to name himself first. Buit in the midsts of battle he decided there was no time for the normal ceremonys.Reeling around Oak prepared for an attack of his own. He lashed out and bit Demon on his hind leg.
We stand accused but you lie Varicose-veined finger Prejudiced evil mind The young get stronger Free living fast But you´re a sapsucker You ain´t gonna last
Demon flinched as the stallion bit into his leg. But he quickly kicked out and hit the stallion squarly in the face. He would not back down. It would take more then a bite to force him out of the territory. His mind was set. And once it was. Nothing could change it.
Your twisted mouths feed the minds of babes Taught from birth it´s crime that pays One man´s fortune is anoter man´s pain But that´s how you play the game
Oak let out a whine of pain. He knew the fight was useless. He could not win against this brute. He sttod not a chance. He stood motionless. He might as well give up. But he didn't want to. He stood there motionless trying to decide the best thing to do. But that is not a smart thing when your in the middle of a fight with the devil.
I ain´t the child of your disgrace You´re mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Ha! here´s mud in your eyes
Oak let out another cry of pain as something peirced his skin. A pool of blood started to form. It was hopeless now. This stallion had won. There was no point in even bothering to fight anymore. He looked up. In the midst of the confusion nobody had noticed Apple had snuck off. The chestnut stallionstarted to follow her. He had to gather his herd. They would be leaving. He slunk off deeper into what had once been his territory in search for his herd.
I ain´t the child of your disgrace You´re mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Ha! here´s mud in your eyes
The demon of the night folowed the stallion through what was now his territory. Eventually they came to a clearing. There stood Apple and her fellow herd. Oak lead, dejested. Them away into the land oof the inknown. Demon was left in peace to rule his territory.
Ladies and gentlemen and members of the jury All rise, ´cause here comes the boss He´s your big brother the silver tongue´s doublecross His collar starched white, big black briefcase held tight It holds the power to your demise
Demon travled all over the territory that night. Leaving his scent marks everywhere. This was now his territory. And anyone who even thought about claiming it could just think again. All he needed now were mares so he had a herd of his own. That was what he really wanted.
The corporation blue sedan Behind the wheel Mr. Business-man He thinks he´s got the upper hand But he misunderstands
I ain´t the child of your disgrace You´re mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick
I ain´t the child of your disgrace Quit mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick Wow! here´s mud in your eyes
Your prestige is clear as day But I can scrape the sewer bilge and see the same The young get stronger, free living fast But you´re a sapsucker you ain´t gonna last
I ain´t the child of your disgrace You´re mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick
I ain´t the child of your disgrace Quit mudkickin´ into my face I´ve healed the wounds, been crucified Mudkicker kick
Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down Mudkicker kickin´ me all around Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down
Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down Mudkicker kickin´ me all around Mudkicker kick, kickin´ me down
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