Post by blue « on Oct 31, 2008 18:08:53 GMT -5
name.___ «--
blizz--bluekit|bluepaw|bluefur
age.___ «--
twenty moons
gender.___ «--
male|female
picture.___ «--
appearance.___ «--
beneath all that hideous dirt and muck is a thin coat of blue. it may be patternless but it contains a variety of beautiful and clear shades that ranges from a polished, dark greyish purple to a luxurious shiny blue. bluefur is well adapted to her thin, short and extremely smooth coat that doesn't give her great heat but it's definitely useful in hot, boiling summer days.
bluefurs most attractive feature are her wonderful, flawless eyes. there are a pair of bright, crystal/sapphire eyes with a deep, ebony black outline that looked like it was carefully drawn on like thick eyeliner. her luminous eyes are flawless but there is a well hidden injury -- her right eye is blind but there are no flaw marks dug into her beautiful right eye. she has been through these 'one-eye' conditions and is able to manage her life, and many cats have not noticed anything unusual about her. between her silvery muzzles with whiskers the colour of a spiders web is her ebony black nose. she has two average sized, leaf shaped ears that can detect anything. if you look at bluefur, her face features are clear and stand out well and beautifully.
this she-cat is smaller than average for her young age. bluefur has a well body that's extremely adapted to the wild, her thin body is very flexible like all cats and she has an unusual boney and slim appearance. bluefur has bones jutting out especially her leg and rib bones.
felines spot bluefurs personality by her face expressions. her beautiful face is gentle and calm. the blue eyes don't look tyranny at all, they look wondrous and sort of determined of something. bluefur has a moderate low/deep femalish voice, how she speaks sometimes is plain and trails off. when she is angry her voice sounds the same but more roughness, when she is depressed her voice seems to be a sigh, low whispery voice, it's hardly audible -- sigh talking, you could call it.
history.___ «--
my p a r e n t s && g u a r d i a n
ashfur and cinderpelt; grey blue coloured cats, parents of blizz. ashfur, cinderpelt and four other fireclanners were sent on a dangerous mission. these two brave warriors of yet, unborn blizz were lost from their group. many long, autumn days had passed and still the two warriors could not find their fellow friends so they had decided to become loners. after the period of pregnancy, the autumn days had quickly switched to winter and cinderpelt had finally given birth to blizz. cinderpelts and ashfurs first, new kitten had no siblings. the two loving parents hoped the wintry, cold weathers wouldn't go too violent or else their only kit would be gone.
blizz is then about a week and two days old, yes she was a few days away till revealing her eyes. ashfur was killed by a large, white monster. his dead body was found by cinderpelt, she buried him and though she wasn't a leader she gave a death ceremony for him. finally, a pair of cyan blue eyes glowed on blizzs face, her gorgeous eyes were revealed. the winter was windy when she opened her eyes, a speck of a golden thing had shot into her eye without, strangely causing her right eye to seep shut forever but her eye was blind. she could only rely on her left eye now.
blizz had turned about a month then. this winter season was strange. it was like blizz had brought bad luck, no not bad luck, death to her parents but that's not her fault. a gigantic flood had raged in, tearing down trees and everything that stood in its path like a big-appetited cat devouring anything. cinderpelt had successfully rescued blizz but the grey warrior had drowned. when cinderpelt was drowning, there was a dark figure next to her, cinderpelt sank but the figure was climbing up towards blizz.
the strange figure was a loner called dancer. she was formerly a fireclanner and knew blizzs parents extremely well -- had the closest bond with them. dancer loved blizz dearly and blizz loved her back, dancer was like a sister or more of a mother to blizz. when blizz was about five moons, dancer told blizz about her brave and strong parents. the truck that had hit ashfur was transporting stray cats somewhere, dancer was in that truck and saw a familiar figure run over, she had escaped the truck and tried to find cinderpelt but didn't succeed. the dark figure that was swimming beside the drowning mother of blizz was dancer, she had tried to save her but it was too late so she climbed out to blizz to raise her for her dear friends, cinderpelt and ashfur.
a loud yowl had broke the forests silence. dancer was dead. a brutal hawk had killed her. dancer was taking blizz to fireclan; to be a new member of the clan. dancer refused to join blizz in the clan and that was when the hideous hawk attacked dancer. blizz had learnt everything about the clans from dancer -- atleast that was what she thought. but she didn't, she knew nothing of starclan, of the sacred lands -- she only knew of the high ranks and their duties, dancer was over with the clans and spoke not much of it but this extremely interested the young kitten.
k i t t e n h o o d behaviour|days && d r e a m s
blizz had become bluekit. the clan had held a death ceremony for dancer or formerly hollyclaw -- she had used dancer as her loner name because she admired her dead mother who was born a loner. the clan thought bluekit looked familiar, especially the warriors. a warrior was determined to find out who bluekit really was. the determined warrior found out, bluekit was really bluekit but her fur and eyes resembled her dead parents, ashfur and cinderpelt. bluekit still remembered the story of her parents death and the good days with dancer but knew nothing about her right, blind eye. she thought she was seeing normal.
bluekit was a chatterbox. she never stopped blabbing about her stories from dancer. bluekit seemed to be repeating every same story every day to her fellow friends. she talked about dancer, she talked about this and that but never about her parents. this made her an annoying little kitten. she never rested from talking. bluekit loved her guardian, dancer. she wished that there was someone like her that dwelled in fireclan but she knew no one could ever replace her good guardian.
a p p r e n t i c e h o o d behaviour|days && d r e a m s
bluepaw had revealed the story of her parents death. the medicine cat had found something awkward with bluepaw and took her in for a checkup. bluepaw soon found out her right eye was blind, that was probably why everyone was gazing at her clumsiness. she was adapted to her 'one eye' conditions and walked finely and gracefully.
bluepaw had no time for telling stories anymore. she races across fireclans territory from early dawn to about late dusk with her mentor. doing this drove her teacher mad, she was still annoying. bluepaw has the 'never rest' energy, she wakes everyone up early. she was driving everyone mad, bluepaw was sort of ignored by her loudness and energy. you could say that bluepaw was the loudest in the den but not the chatterbox anymore. bluepaw dreams of becoming an amazing warrior and mentor. she wants to give all her effort to the apprentices who also dream like her; dreaming to be a successful warrior.
w a r r i o r h o o d behaviour|days && d r e a m s
bluefur has now got rid of her childish attitudes and has turned into a real mature warrior. she advanced from an apprentice to a warrior when she was twelve moons. she has an amazing apprentice she loves, like how she used to love dancer. bluefur seems to have turned into a dancer and her apprentice is being a blizz. she wants to give the apprentice a good life with many talents and actually notice his/her natural talents instead of calling them weak things. bluefur hopes to lead her clan well, she loves her clan dearly. she also hopes she will go to starclan instead of the dark forest where tyranny cats go.
becoming the new deputy was an honour. most out of clan borns were often never made a deputy or leader. bluefur really has shown alot of courage and bravery to her clan, not only that she had faced many hardships and she has never weakened from great danger, she will constantly continue to rage at her enemy, at that disaster, at everything that will destroy her clan.
alliance.___ «--
fireclan
family.___ «--
ashfur ``dead
cinderpelt ``dead
rank.___ «--
deputy
role play example.___ «--
The still sky was bleeding out of its orangy pink colour into a beautiful blue, slowly. The hushed pads, gently crawled its way up the grassy fringe. A pair of leaf shaped ears detected the vibrations of soft and slow eating. The ears of this blue cat were extremely well detectors but not as good as barn owls who were known for their extraordinary great hearings. Noisy wild birds squawked deafeningly at the blue she cat as she sprang amazingly high at the scattered birds, and destroying her silent stroll to the centre of camp. The rainbow coloured birds stroked their strong wings, sailing away from their predator.
The small lightningclanner gazed in awe at the fleeing birds then continued on her quiet walk to the fresh-kill pile. Bluefur was approaching the stocked fresh-kill pile and her left eye caught a strange shadow on an oval granite rock. The dark shadow had two cat heads and tails twisting about, it also had long strands swaying on their heads and jumbled body. The blue she cat slithered out behind two trees with caution to the clearing. It was only her orange leader and a medicine cat.
Well, she wasn't all that hungry, although she should really eat more and start growing plumper -- she's as skinny as a stick, those bones that stick out so noticeably look disgusting. Bluefur stretched her front legs out in front of her and released her sharp claws from her 'paw pockets' and scraped at the ground, exercising them. She felt more flexible and much more comfortable doing this sort of routine every morning. 'Morning,' the blue cat greeted with a boring voice. She set her gaze on the freshly killed prey and thought for a few seconds. Maybe she should eat more -- but having a bony frame wasn't her fault, she didn't have a totally big appetite. Bluefur may as well eat, eating nothing in the morning could distract her from mentoring and duties very much.
She settled down next to Silverpaw -- she didn't really have much of a liking for the leader for Bluefur thought he wasn't that experienced and didn't have a strong leadership. 'Mind if I join in.' it was not actually a question but just a strange way of 'asking' things. Bluefur lowered her triangular face to the pile of prey. She spotted a half eaten plump rabbit. The blue cat wrapped her wet jaws around the half eaten rabbit and lifted her head back. Bluefur released the prey onto the grassy floor in front of her. Her paws pressed on the half eaten rabbit and her razor sharp teeth ripped out the meat and her other smaller teeth joined in to slice them into little pieces so she could swallow them easily and wouldn't choke. Bluefur was actually hungry and stuck her face close to her prey, licking and eating noisily at it.
additional comments.___ «--
lala. yoo hunns ;33. kay, you may have noticed that i didn't use capitals because it's 'neat' in a way to me but i'll be role playing with capitals so please dunn make me fix 'em D; wahh. and if you find anything different in this biography (like another clan name, something about being a leader or something that ain't 'cool' with the whole thing, just ignore it coss i've been using this biography in all the sites i have joined and sort of had to change some bits. i was going to redo the appearance but like to write a descriptive piece takes me two weeks for me because i think alot. okay lalala.
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