Snowbunting | TempestClan [Unfinished]

[Stalkingshadow]

Name:
My Name Is Snowbunting

Rank:
I Am A Warrior

Clan:
I Am A Proud Member Of TempestClan

Age:
I Am Young At 27 Moons

Personality:

I am a fun-loving cat. Always volunteering to hunt or go on a secret mission or something. I'm always up for a challenge, and will gladly accept any tasks to challenge myself. I am very enthusiastic, excited, you could even call me hyper sometimes. I tend to talk alot, and when I talk too much, I talk too fast and cats can't understand me. I am as nice as I can be. Saying that, I don't mean that I am as nice as anyone could get. I mean I try to be as nice as I can, without being annoying or 'In your face', as someone has said before. I try to make friends, and its easy for me, as it is for most cats.

Despite my preppy self, I am senstitive. Easily hurt. You can say one thing about me that I find offensive, and I can be down for almost the rest of the day. I don't want to be that way. I don't delibrately sit in a corner sulking about 'Sticks and Stones" in the wrong way. I just... do. I can't help it. Its just me. Live with it. When angered however, I can be very bitter. My talktive tongue can also be as sharp as s thorn. As well as my claws. Will rip your fur off. Only if I have permission to, like in a battle or something. I can barely hold my tongue though. When I have a sharp comment, which is also pretty rare, it slips out.

All this anger is not always there. Sometimes, unless I was deeply wounded or enraged by something, I just joke around and am happy. Its hard to just say, and I may say something wrong if I try to explain. If you really want to know, you'll just have to see me in those situations. I can tell you one thing; since I'm sensitive, if someone hurts my feelings bad, I can be bitter that way too. I have mood swings, I guess you could say. Also, I'm slow on stuff. I don't always get everything that fast. If you crack a joke, or say something sarcastically, odds are, it'll take me a while to get it.

Appearance:

I am slender and lithe, half-way due to my entergetic nature. I'm always jumping, I don't get fat and lazy. Although, my surroundings are icy and cold, so my fur is long enough to keep me warm, it makes me look like a fat, long-haired kittypet, though I am not. My pelt is a beautiful, as I like to think of it, white coat. It gets shorter, even though the temperature barely changes, in the summer and Spring. I, actually, like it, because I personally like my fur short-haired. But I have to be warm-enough to live in TempestClan without freezing my limbs off.

On my chest, is a black patch of fur. When you look at it, you instantly should notice it looks like a black feather. It it pointy looking at one end, and skinny and long on the other. Getting from skinny, to big to pointy. Its a feather, like a snow bunting in the arctic. They are birds after all. My eyes are an icy blue, but are always shining with excitement. Often, you can pick up when I'm confused or not getting it, whatever the occasion. My paws are small, as well as my size. I am only about the size of a football. Not overall, but just without my head, legs, and tail. Add about foor-long legs, a tail, and a small head, you'd see me. I am actually smaller than most cats, although I am young and was just made a warrior, its still smaller. But my long fur makes me look twice my size in the winter.

History:

My mother was a beautiful silver tabby by the name of Silverfrost. My father was a white tom with black paws. He went by the name of Rainfoot. I had only one sibling; Cedarfur. That is his name now, however he is not in my Clan anymore. I'll tell you more about that in a moment. I became an apprentice, with Cedarpaw. My mentor was Frostfoot, a black she-cat with white paws, ears and muzzle. She taught me all I needed to know, like hunting, fighting techniques, the territory, the Warrior Code. if I had had more than one mentor, she would have probobly been my favorite. I soon became Snowbunting. I have been loyal to my Clan all my life. My brother, however, had his life turn out a little differently.

Cedarfur went to live with SkyClan, but that's his story, not mine. I havn't been in many battles just yet. I was only made a warrior about a moon or so ago. I am still very young, and pretty inexperienced with being a warrior. This would probobly explain my apprentice-like behavior. But, like I said, I can't help it. I don't seem to be able to control my enthusiasm. Never-the-less, I still have many friends, a good chance of having a mate and kits one day, and being a sucsessful warrior. My history is a short one, because my life has only just begun.

Role play Sample:

The wind howls ferosiously, making a creepy howling noise. The ice pack surrounding the TempestClan camp looked untouched and untouchable. It had not a single crack in it that seemed to make a difference. It seemed it would never melt, and alas, it didn't. TempestClan was surrounded by Ice, Ice and Snow. There was barely any warmth in this cold land. A white fluff ball ran across the ice. She didn't slip, because she was so used to running on it, her paw pads were accustomed to it. She did slip sometimes, but not always. It turned out, this ball of fluff was a cat. A young TempestClan warrior. Her fur was long and raggedy, from running around so much. She stopped, and pricked her ears.

The white she-cat whipped around and ran the other way, after a white rabbit. The prey let out a squeak as she landed on it and bit into its neck. She picked up her prize and walked towards camp. She was walking along the SkyClan border, and she was breathing in their familiar scent. She picked up one in particular. Cedarfur was nearby, or had been. She missed her brother, but she knew he was happy in SkyClan with his two kits. She turned away and veered towards the camp from a distant angle. She didn't feel like catching him with a patrol from SkyClan. Though he was respected, there were still some cats who would tease him and her about being siblings. And even if she was wrong, she didn't take a chance. She entered camp with her rabbit handing limp in her jaws.


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