ThunderClan Warrior

[freckle]

Name: Petalstorm
Age: 15 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Desired Rank: Warrior
Description (long):

Pictures: www.flickr.com/photos/wajoan/545878947/in/photostream/
(like this except that her right eye is blue and her paws are light grey)

www.flickr.com/photos/annfrau/5599725437/
(like this except one eye is brown and one is blue)



Petalstorm is a large furry pure white she-cat with light green eyes. Her paws are a light grey and she moves clumsily. Her ears taper to gentle points, and her nose and the inside of her ears are a light pink. She has a scar on her forehead that is mostly hidden by her fur, but you can still see a trace of claw marks where an owl attacked her as a kit.

Description (short):

A large fluffy white she cat with one brown and one blue eye.

Personality:

Petalstorm has a gentle, easygoing nature. She considers everyone as her friend. She takes things very seriously but also loves laughing and goofing off with friends. She wishes for a mate, but hasn't found her true love yet. Her two weakest spots is her fluffy white pelt that makes it hard to hunt and attracts attention during the night, and her one blue eye, which is blind.

History:

Petalstorm's mother is Greengaze. They are very close because they are the only family they have left. As a kit, Petalkit and her sister Whitekit were attacked by an owl, leaving Whitekit dead and Petalkit a scar on her forehead. Petalstorm's father Stripefoot died soon after Petalstorm was named an apprentice.

RP Example:

It was twilight. Not quite nightime anymore, but not quite daytime either. The sky was grey, and dotted with splashes of pure white clouds. There seemed to be one cloud, floating low over the ground weaving through the bushes and bramble thickets. Only if you looked closely, you could tell it wasn't a cloud, but a cat. A large fluffy white cat, intent on hunting it's prey.

Petalstorm was following the scent trail of a squirrel. Soon enough, after peering carefully from behind a tree trunk, she saw it. It was a small little brown creature with more fur and bones than actual meat, but the clan was hungry and food was food, whether the elders complained about it or not. Closing in the squirrel, she pounced and ended it's life with a swift bite to the neck.

Scratching some dirt over it to collect it later, she spotted a mouse, busily shuffling among the leaves doing whatever it is mice do. Padding softly through the bracken, she approached the mouse. An instant before she pounced, her prey seemed to realized it was being hunted. It scurried away before she could chase after it.

"Mouse dung!" she spat. Curse her white fur! Her fluffy white coat didn't blend into the forest at all, except for when the ground was covered with snow. The mouse must have seen it, and ran away. "Nevermind." she muttered. "I'll catch another one."

Soon later, she caught one pigeon and some type of tiny red bird that would only suffice to feed a kit. She dropped the pigeon and the small bird and went over to share her prey with her mother.