Post by Hawkfeather on Aug 5, 2008 6:07:16 GMT -5
((I'M A GENIUS! 
*digs through the archives*))
((Accepted by myself! Yay!))
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Name: Whisperfall
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Young warrior
Age: 13 moons
Love life: He's young and hopeful...
History: Born and raised in ThunderClan. Whisperfall was always a quiet and generally shy tom, with little friends. He still hasn't changed. During his kithood, he was always brooding or thinking deeply on this or that, pondering on the mysteries of life. That was one of the reasons why few would play with him, as he was always so serious-minded. After his apprentice ceremony, Whisperpaw was still as quiet as ever, confiding only in his mentor, an experienced warrior queen known as Goldstripe, who was a golden she cat with ginger stripes. The two became close, and Whisperfall thinks of Goldstripe as his adopted mother, instead of his true mother, Trailscent.
After a few assessment, in which Whisperpaw proved he was a capable young tom, he was finally a warrior. He started to become a little less reserved then, finally making a close friend, Wavestorm, who was his exact opposite. The two had great fun together, until one day, tragedy struck.
Wavestorm was killed during a dare in which both toms had to walk in the middle of one of the thunderpaths. Whisperfall survived, slightly injured, but it was the memory of Wavestorm's last moments that left him worse. It was Wavestorm who first suggested the dare, and no fault of Whisperfall, but the young tom had always been curious about the thunderpaths, having only ever crossed one.
Still, he had learnt his lesson, not to mention becoming more withdrawn then ever.
Description (long): A small and slender young tom, small to the point of being scrawny, but not quite. Whisperfall has extremely light brown fur, a little golden on the tips, and has dark ginger tabby markings. Some of the markings are so dark that they look more like black. Whisperfall's eyes are a deep, penetrating forest green that look a little dreamy most of the time, lacking the fierce intensity that can be found in most warriors.
Description (short): Small light golden brown tabby tom with green eyes
Personality: As I said before, Whisperfall is an extremely quiet and shy tom. He prefers thinking things out throughly and seriously, and likes pondering on the mysteries of life rather than doing normal warrior duties. Still, his insight is often valuable, and he is a good tactican. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, and can be remarkably naive sometimes. Still, Whisperfall is young. He's dreamy, especially when around pretty she-cats. Too bad he's too shy to have much chance of getting a mate...
Whisperfall's not too much good in a battle, as he spends too much time predicting what his opponent will do next rather than reacting. Still, if he meets the same opponent next time, he mostly would have known and be able to predict the moves the opponent will make, and will easily defeat the opponent. He hates getting his paws dirty, although he's a fine enough hunter.
Name: Whisperfall
Gender: Male
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Young warrior
Age: 13 moons
Love life: He's young and hopeful...
History: Born and raised in ThunderClan. Whisperfall was always a quiet and generally shy tom, with little friends. He still hasn't changed. During his kithood, he was always brooding or thinking deeply on this or that, pondering on the mysteries of life. That was one of the reasons why few would play with him, as he was always so serious-minded. After his apprentice ceremony, Whisperpaw was still as quiet as ever, confiding only in his mentor, an experienced warrior queen known as Goldstripe, who was a golden she cat with ginger stripes. The two became close, and Whisperfall thinks of Goldstripe as his adopted mother, instead of his true mother, Trailscent.
After a few assessment, in which Whisperpaw proved he was a capable young tom, he was finally a warrior. He started to become a little less reserved then, finally making a close friend, Wavestorm, who was his exact opposite. The two had great fun together, until one day, tragedy struck.
Wavestorm was killed during a dare in which both toms had to walk in the middle of one of the thunderpaths. Whisperfall survived, slightly injured, but it was the memory of Wavestorm's last moments that left him worse. It was Wavestorm who first suggested the dare, and no fault of Whisperfall, but the young tom had always been curious about the thunderpaths, having only ever crossed one.
Still, he had learnt his lesson, not to mention becoming more withdrawn then ever.
Description (long): A small and slender young tom, small to the point of being scrawny, but not quite. Whisperfall has extremely light brown fur, a little golden on the tips, and has dark ginger tabby markings. Some of the markings are so dark that they look more like black. Whisperfall's eyes are a deep, penetrating forest green that look a little dreamy most of the time, lacking the fierce intensity that can be found in most warriors.
Description (short): Small light golden brown tabby tom with green eyes
Personality: As I said before, Whisperfall is an extremely quiet and shy tom. He prefers thinking things out throughly and seriously, and likes pondering on the mysteries of life rather than doing normal warrior duties. Still, his insight is often valuable, and he is a good tactican. He doesn't have much of a sense of humor, and can be remarkably naive sometimes. Still, Whisperfall is young. He's dreamy, especially when around pretty she-cats. Too bad he's too shy to have much chance of getting a mate...
Whisperfall's not too much good in a battle, as he spends too much time predicting what his opponent will do next rather than reacting. Still, if he meets the same opponent next time, he mostly would have known and be able to predict the moves the opponent will make, and will easily defeat the opponent. He hates getting his paws dirty, although he's a fine enough hunter.
((Accepted by myself! Yay!))
