Post by @pple on May 20, 2012 18:00:01 GMT -5
Hey, guys. I can't seem to post in Nem's thread. D: But I will post it here. IF that is okay...I hope!
Cat Name: Haggarstar
Position Desired; Leader
What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan; The cats' first impression of Haggarstar would be the fact that she is a strong believer in the warrior code. She is similar to a politician. If she leads the clan, there would be more lives spared from the battles and wars. She likes to debate and fight with words instead of fighting with claws and teeth.
RolePlay Example
Cat Name: Haggarstar
Position Desired; Leader
What Would Your Cat Bring To The Clan; The cats' first impression of Haggarstar would be the fact that she is a strong believer in the warrior code. She is similar to a politician. If she leads the clan, there would be more lives spared from the battles and wars. She likes to debate and fight with words instead of fighting with claws and teeth.
RolePlay Example
The sun was shining too brightly. Golden locks of the yellow star reached her sleepy eyes. Blinking them open, she winced as she tossed herself over to the other side to avoid the sunlight. Eyes were blue, a timid hue, but they were white. Cats thought she was blind from the time when she was born, but she proved them wrong.[/size]
Her mind was still in the dream mode until she realized it was sunhigh. Sunlight! Her eyes shot open wide. She missed her dawn patrol she was supposed to be in. Hopefully, Haggarstar would not be displeased with her absence.
If Icebreath, her mother, was still alive, she would scold Blueberry for being childish. But, but, but Blueberry was really tired. She hunted the whole night, while rabbits were out, feeding on the green plants. Seven rabbits were killed last night from her claws and teeth. An expert huntress, she did not brag about it. Many told her that she was only being modest. Modesty had nothing with this. She only wanted to help her clan by using her best abilities. After all, she knew she was not well at fighting. Not like Icebreath.
Grief came on the young warrior's muzzle. It was only a few seasons, but Blueberry still missed the silver tabby with a sharp tongue and a loving nature. Her mother passed away of old age, after moving into the elders' den.
The young warrior remembered how much her mother had faith in StarClan. Stories of feline spirits with stars in their pelts were carried into Blueberry's ears when she was a kit. Icebreath was well known for her storytelling. Blueberry had to laugh at the silver queen's witty words, "Everybody wants to go to
StarClan; but nobody wants to die." That was a couple of days before her departure.
Blueberry remembered the time when she was there at her mother's deathbed. Blue eyes stared into Blueberry's blue ones, as if they reflected each other like a mirror. Icebreath gave her daughter the biggest smile, "You are so much like him." Her eyes gently closed as she whispered her last words, "Now comes the mystery." It was as if she knew when it was her time to go.
Blueberry clawed the memory away. It was too difficult to replay that in her head again. She felt something warm and wet on her cheek. Touching her cheek, light blue orbs found a tear. "Oh," she softly whispered. The word was taken away by the wind, brushing across the camp.
I will fix it now.