Post by Goth on Jan 15, 2007 20:46:17 GMT -5
Name: Crystar
Age: 44 moons
Gender: Tom-Cat
Clan: Bushclan
Rank: Leader
Apprentice: Cheetahpaw
Picture:
Description:
He's got very long white silky and glossy fur that just moves as he goes with him like a feathery cloud. His eyes are dark as midnight with your eyes closed. He has a very very long tail with even more fur! There's not much color to him I must say, I mean I'd go on about his description but what more can I say when I say he's white? Well, he's white. Get the picture? I mean it's like right there, ahaha. ^
Ah, here we are. He's very gracefull and yet strong and sturdy with muscles and sharp white claws aswell as white whiskers.
Personality:
Personality you say? Is that what you must know? You're that afraid of him? Oh well, now that you're around I might as well descibe it. That is why you're here right? Mmm Hmm.
He's a headstrong sturdy leader. He'd sacrafice one of his lives to save one of the clan. Let's just say he looks out for you. He has his own deep dark secrets...but he's honest.
It wouldn't be a secret if he told you, huh?
He can be stern as leader, but he is loving and caring aswell.
History:
Crystar
Crykit was a weeping one of the bunch at day of birth. He sat alone, and played tricks on his six sisters. How he wished they'd die. He already had a bit of an ego for randomly yelling...
MWAHAHAHAHA.
And chasing in pursuit after the helpless kin. His mother only chuckled. It was only play, right? She sure hoped so. The other mothers grew angered each day as Crykit chased their kits. Their kits came back to the nursery with scratches. It was time for Crykit to have a mentor, early, and now before he harmed anyone else. He needed to learn the warrior code. The deputy thought he was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Foxstar was not impressed however.
"Crypaw, your new mentor will be Collietear."
She announced, and few cheered. As Crypaw stayed up that night, tears streamed down his stained face and he sucked in obvious air, making small whines...crying. He was alone now. The clan hated him. They didn't cheer for him the way they cheered for others...not even his mother. From that day forth he vowed to become the very best.
The. Very. Best.
The leader! He would work harder, longer, and every day to become to greatest, because... The best never rest. And so he did, and he ignored the others. Everyone noticed his improvement with great interest. Collietear spoke of him all the time like her own kit. Crystalclaw, his real mother, tried to pay more attention to the girls, his sisters. And he didn't care. He was going to become the best and then no one would matter, nor their opinion. Though he learned the warrior code, and realised that their opinion did matter. It mattered alot. It ment you were doing something right, or something wrong. And sometimes it didn't matter. Sometimes it's what his heart told him.
Collietear trained with him everyday almost all day besides sleep and food, and Crypaw provided her with food and more. One fine day, Collietear announced that she was pregn.ant, and would be giving birth to healthy kits soon. Crypaw couldn't be more!!!....
Angered.
He pondered that day. How could she? Now she'd be stuck with more little sisters of his...and betray him the way the first did. He couldn't take it. No no no! Collietear died that night. You can only imagine why. Everyone was suspricious and knew of Crypaw's jelousy. They looked down apon him. Foxstar glared with hurt.
"I didn't do it!"
He cried in his small young boy voice. He staggered back and bounded away, crying all night beside Collietear's body.
His knew mentor was Foxstar. She was going to keep an awefull good eye on him. After much training, he was dubbed with his new name.
Foxstar watched him with ease.
"From this day forth, Crypaw shall be known as...Cryheart."
Crybaby...Crytraitor...Crykiller...
The crowd muttered and walked away with no applause. He didn't cry that night, because he knew he'd be the very best. It took awhile to gain his warrior name because of lack of trust, but he was proud.
Quite a few years later, he proved himself deputy...
One month later...Foxstar died. Cryheart stayed by her side that night...and the next one...and the next.
The others saw his love and compassion.
Was he to be named the new leader of Bushclan...
?
Was he to be...Crystar?
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin:
Mother~ Crystalclaw
Father~ HowlKill (RIP)
The Six Sisters~ ...Ha ha...
Age: 44 moons
Gender: Tom-Cat
Clan: Bushclan
Rank: Leader
Apprentice: Cheetahpaw
Picture:
Description:
He's got very long white silky and glossy fur that just moves as he goes with him like a feathery cloud. His eyes are dark as midnight with your eyes closed. He has a very very long tail with even more fur! There's not much color to him I must say, I mean I'd go on about his description but what more can I say when I say he's white? Well, he's white. Get the picture? I mean it's like right there, ahaha. ^
Ah, here we are. He's very gracefull and yet strong and sturdy with muscles and sharp white claws aswell as white whiskers.
Personality:
Personality you say? Is that what you must know? You're that afraid of him? Oh well, now that you're around I might as well descibe it. That is why you're here right? Mmm Hmm.
He's a headstrong sturdy leader. He'd sacrafice one of his lives to save one of the clan. Let's just say he looks out for you. He has his own deep dark secrets...but he's honest.
It wouldn't be a secret if he told you, huh?
He can be stern as leader, but he is loving and caring aswell.
History:
Crystar
Crykit was a weeping one of the bunch at day of birth. He sat alone, and played tricks on his six sisters. How he wished they'd die. He already had a bit of an ego for randomly yelling...
MWAHAHAHAHA.
And chasing in pursuit after the helpless kin. His mother only chuckled. It was only play, right? She sure hoped so. The other mothers grew angered each day as Crykit chased their kits. Their kits came back to the nursery with scratches. It was time for Crykit to have a mentor, early, and now before he harmed anyone else. He needed to learn the warrior code. The deputy thought he was the cutest thing he'd ever seen. Foxstar was not impressed however.
"Crypaw, your new mentor will be Collietear."
She announced, and few cheered. As Crypaw stayed up that night, tears streamed down his stained face and he sucked in obvious air, making small whines...crying. He was alone now. The clan hated him. They didn't cheer for him the way they cheered for others...not even his mother. From that day forth he vowed to become the very best.
The. Very. Best.
The leader! He would work harder, longer, and every day to become to greatest, because... The best never rest. And so he did, and he ignored the others. Everyone noticed his improvement with great interest. Collietear spoke of him all the time like her own kit. Crystalclaw, his real mother, tried to pay more attention to the girls, his sisters. And he didn't care. He was going to become the best and then no one would matter, nor their opinion. Though he learned the warrior code, and realised that their opinion did matter. It mattered alot. It ment you were doing something right, or something wrong. And sometimes it didn't matter. Sometimes it's what his heart told him.
Collietear trained with him everyday almost all day besides sleep and food, and Crypaw provided her with food and more. One fine day, Collietear announced that she was pregn.ant, and would be giving birth to healthy kits soon. Crypaw couldn't be more!!!....
Angered.
He pondered that day. How could she? Now she'd be stuck with more little sisters of his...and betray him the way the first did. He couldn't take it. No no no! Collietear died that night. You can only imagine why. Everyone was suspricious and knew of Crypaw's jelousy. They looked down apon him. Foxstar glared with hurt.
"I didn't do it!"
He cried in his small young boy voice. He staggered back and bounded away, crying all night beside Collietear's body.
His knew mentor was Foxstar. She was going to keep an awefull good eye on him. After much training, he was dubbed with his new name.
Foxstar watched him with ease.
"From this day forth, Crypaw shall be known as...Cryheart."
Crybaby...Crytraitor...Crykiller...
The crowd muttered and walked away with no applause. He didn't cry that night, because he knew he'd be the very best. It took awhile to gain his warrior name because of lack of trust, but he was proud.
Quite a few years later, he proved himself deputy...
One month later...Foxstar died. Cryheart stayed by her side that night...and the next one...and the next.
The others saw his love and compassion.
Was he to be named the new leader of Bushclan...
?
Was he to be...Crystar?
Mate: N/A
Kits: N/A
Kin:
Mother~ Crystalclaw
Father~ HowlKill (RIP)
The Six Sisters~ ...Ha ha...
