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Post by SCAR on Jan 26, 2014 0:48:54 GMT -5
I have 5 cats up for adoption that go along with my WindClan warrior, Bluewhisker. You can find Bluewhisker's Bio HERE. Below you can find a list of all the cats, their allegiances and a short personality/looks/history bio. If I do not expand on their info enough, just ask! I just ask that you do a quick roleplay sample as the cat to see if it fits or not, and they will be yours!
ROSETHORN- WindClan she-cat. She was caught in a forbidden relationship with Bluepelt of ThunderClan. She gave birth to Bluewhisker. Later, she became mates with Badgerfur of WindClan and gave birth to Whitefrost and Littletail. She is an all grey tabby cat, with bright blue eyes. She is very shy, and quite reserved and untrusting since her forbidden mate left her. It's safe to say she has trust issues.
BLUEPELT - ThunderClan tom. He was caught in a forbidden relationship with Rosethorn of WindClan. Bluewhisker is his son. He abandoned them once he was caught by his leader, and made no effort to ever meet his son. He basically left them in the dark. He has no kin besides those two. He is a large, grey-blue cat and looks almost identical to Bluewhisker (view his bio above). He is a very selfish cat, and does not show his emotions. He does not care about anything except himself. But, it may just be a facade.BADGERFUR - WindClan tom. He is mate to Rosethorn and father of Whitefrost and Littletail. He was also mentor to Bluewhisker, and they also have a very close bond. He is a massive white pelted warrior with black paws. He is very loving and caring. He will always look past a cats negatives and see the good in them. He does not judge or make assumptions. He is basically the perfect father figure. WHITEFROST - WindClan tom. He is the son of Rosethorn and Badgerfur. He is the brother of Littletail and half-brother of Bluewhisker. He is a very young cat, and was just made warrior. Mentored by Bluewhisker, they have a very close bond. He is an all white cat, with grey paws. Whitefrost is always positive, and confident. He may be a bit reckless, and has too much confidence in himself. This causes him to do some crazy things and start fights he cannot finish. LITTLETAIL - WindClan she-cat. She is son of Rosethorn and Badgerfur. She is the sister of Whitefrost and half-sister of Bluewhisker. She is very young as well, and was just made a warrior. She looks identical to her brother, except she has an extremely short tail! But, for her personality she is the polar opposite of her brother. She is very negative, and does not believe in herself. She constantly gets down on herself and blames herself for things she cannot control.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 9:00:06 GMT -5
Bluepelt-
Bluepelt stalked the Thunderclan hunting grounds near Riverclan, but stayed far away from the fourtrees. As long as he was far from WindClan, he would be ok. That dumb she-cat and her kit caused him so much trouble. Now, some of his clanmates didn't trust them. His muscles bulged, and his powerful jaws opened to scent for prey. And there it was. Vole. His powerful legs slowly krept towards the prey. When he was one and a half mouse-lengths away, he pounced. His jaws snapped around the neck and the vole went limp. It was a decent enough piece of fresh-kill to give to the she-cas but which? Flamespirit and the medicine cat were clearly off the menu. Brindlefoot seemed to have lost a mate. Brackenfoot, well she was a pretty she-cat, and was Hawkstar's former mate. That's it. He would talk to Brackerntwist and give her the fresh-kill that he caught. He padded back to camp, his thoughts set on talking points.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 26, 2014 10:37:29 GMT -5
Bluepelt- Bluepelt stalked the Thunderclan hunting grounds near Riverclan, but stayed far away from the fourtrees. As long as he was far from WindClan, he would be ok. That dumb she-cat and her kit caused him so much trouble. Now, some of his clanmates didn't trust them. His muscles bulged, and his powerful jaws opened to scent for prey. And there it was. Vole. His powerful legs slowly krept towards the prey. When he was one and a half mouse-lengths away, he pounced. His jaws snapped around the neck and the vole went limp. It was a decent enough piece of fresh-kill to give to the she-cas but which? Flamespirit and the medicine cat were clearly off the menu. Brindlefoot seemed to have lost a mate. Brackenfoot, well she was a pretty she-cat, and was Hawkstar's former mate. That's it. He would talk to Brackerntwist and give her the fresh-kill that he caught. He padded back to camp, his thoughts set on talking points. This is perfect  Bluepelt is yours if you want him! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 11:28:37 GMT -5
Really? It was perfect?  Thank you! I would love to have him! ^~^ |
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Post by SCAR on Jan 26, 2014 17:27:13 GMT -5
He's yours. Enjoy maybe we can set up a meeting for him and Bluewhisker, since they have never met before! |
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Post by Deleted on Jan 26, 2014 17:31:32 GMT -5
Sure ^~^
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Post by Scribbles on Jan 27, 2014 16:14:47 GMT -5
rosethorn.
the wind was calm today, unlike the past week, during which it had whipped across the moor like a hurricane, freezing everything in it's path. a layer of ice had covered the top of the snow drifts, stopping anything from falling underneath. yesterday there had been a light flurry, and small clouds of snow drifted across the ice today. it made it confusing, and sometimes you thought the ground was moving when it really wasn't.
a pale grey she-cat padded alongside the frozen river, her fur fluffed up around her. she squinted her gentle, blue eyes, blinded by the sunlight bouncing of the snow. every now and then she glanced across the river, praying to starclan that an enemy patrol wouldn't spot her. she wasn't trespassing, but she was still nervous.
roseheart sucked in a breath of a cold air, and let out a sigh. she was missing the whole point of a border patrol. she should have asked a few clanmates to come with her, but she had been too shy. this border had already been patrolled, so she should be patrolling the shadowclan border, but she was scared of the monsters. honestly, she was a senior warrior and still scared of everything. actually, she used to be quite brave when she was apprentice. but those days were gone, and she was scared of almost everything now.
roseheart heard a twig snap. she let out a gasp, jumped a good two tail-lengths into the air, and glanced across the river. a pair of bright yellow eyes blinked at her. roseheart hurried her pace, wanting to get away from whoever it was. she wasn't up to the mocking and the insults today.
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Post by SCAR on Jan 28, 2014 11:42:19 GMT -5
rosethorn.
the wind was calm today, unlike the past week, during which it had whipped across the moor like a hurricane, freezing everything in it's path. a layer of ice had covered the top of the snow drifts, stopping anything from falling underneath. yesterday there had been a light flurry, and small clouds of snow drifted across the ice today. it made it confusing, and sometimes you thought the ground was moving when it really wasn't.
a pale grey she-cat padded alongside the frozen river, her fur fluffed up around her. she squinted her gentle, blue eyes, blinded by the sunlight bouncing of the snow. every now and then she glanced across the river, praying to starclan that an enemy patrol wouldn't spot her. she wasn't trespassing, but she was still nervous.
roseheart sucked in a breath of a cold air, and let out a sigh. she was missing the whole point of a border patrol. she should have asked a few clanmates to come with her, but she had been too shy. this border had already been patrolled, so she should be patrolling the shadowclan border, but she was scared of the monsters. honestly, she was a senior warrior and still scared of everything. actually, she used to be quite brave when she was apprentice. but those days were gone, and she was scared of almost everything now.
roseheart heard a twig snap. she let out a gasp, jumped a good two tail-lengths into the air, and glanced across the river. a pair of bright yellow eyes blinked at her. roseheart hurried her pace, wanting to get away from whoever it was. she wasn't up to the mocking and the insults today
I love it! You can have her |
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Post by Mini on Feb 1, 2014 11:26:39 GMT -5
Littletail--
A pair of smokey grey paws stepped out of the warrior's den, hesitant, as if the cold might scare them off. They paused, and a moment later, a pretty white feline followed after them. Pale amber eyes glanced nervously around the camp. They came to rest on a group of young toms, probably just out of their apprentice training. Littletail took a deep breath, and stepped towards them.
What was she thinking? There was no way any of them would like her. She lowered her head, disappointed in herself for being such a coward. She wasn't even going to try talking to them, and that was completely her fault. She lashed her stumpy tail for which she was named, cast a side long glance at the toms, and stalked towards the freshkill pile. Guess I'll be eating alone...again. |
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Post by SCAR on Feb 1, 2014 12:23:28 GMT -5
Littletail--
A pair of smokey grey paws stepped out of the warrior's den, hesitant, as if the cold might scare them off. They paused, and a moment later, a pretty white feline followed after them. Pale amber eyes glanced nervously around the camp. They came to rest on a group of young toms, probably just out of their apprentice training. Littletail took a deep breath, and stepped towards them.
What was she thinking? There was no way any of them would like her. She lowered her head, disappointed in herself for being such a coward. She wasn't even going to try talking to them, and that was completely her fault. She lashed her stumpy tail for which she was named, cast a side long glance at the toms, and stalked towards the freshkill pile. Guess I'll be eating alone...again. Great! She's yours! |
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Post by Jinx on Feb 5, 2014 10:40:12 GMT -5
Whitefrost--
A thick layer of snow, nearly three tail-lengths high, covered the entire WindClan territory. Most of it had fallen throughout leafbare, but more had come last night, coating the whole place in a smooth, white blanket. No trees broke through, no shrubbery, no Twoleg nests. The place seemed almost bare.
Then, there was a movement. A completely white cat, crouched in the snow. His grey paws were covered in snow, so he blended in perfectly. Whitefrost's eyes were intent on a brown mouse, not two feet away. The tom rocked on his haunches, and in one smooth motion, leaped forward and snagged the creature's ear with his claw. Deciding to show off, although no one was watching, he flung it into the air and caught it perfectly between his jaws.
Whitefrost grinned and puffed out his chest, pleased with his catch. But he couldn't return home with just one measly little mouse. First, someone would make fun of him. Second, he had to bring back more to feed the Clan. Two very good reasons to continue hunting. With a soft chuckle, Whitefrost buried his catch, and parted his jaws to taste the air. There had to be more prey close by. |
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Post by SCAR on Feb 5, 2014 11:51:36 GMT -5
Whitefrost--
A thick layer of snow, nearly three tail-lengths high, covered the entire WindClan territory. Most of it had fallen throughout leafbare, but more had come last night, coating the whole place in a smooth, white blanket. No trees broke through, no shrubbery, no Twoleg nests. The place seemed almost bare.
Then, there was a movement. A completely white cat, crouched in the snow. His grey paws were covered in snow, so he blended in perfectly. Whitefrost's eyes were intent on a brown mouse, not two feet away. The tom rocked on his haunches, and in one smooth motion, leaped forward and snagged the creature's ear with his claw. Deciding to show off, although no one was watching, he flung it into the air and caught it perfectly between his jaws.
Whitefrost grinned and puffed out his chest, pleased with his catch. But he couldn't return home with just one measly little mouse. First, someone would make fun of him. Second, he had to bring back more to feed the Clan. Two very good reasons to continue hunting. With a soft chuckle, Whitefrost buried his catch, and parted his jaws to taste the air. There had to be more prey close by. This is fits him perfectly! He's yours |
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Bluepelt is yours if you want him!
Thank you! I would love to have him! ^~^
