Post by crookedstar on Dec 25, 2009 10:58:38 GMT -5
Name: Hamilton is the name of this kittypet, although she will not be a kittypet for long. Being a cat, she is unaware that she has been given the name of a male, of course. Her twolegs thought she was a tomcat, until she proved them wrong by having kittens. When she joins the Clans, this she-cat’s name will be Duskwatch.
Gender: Hamilton is a she-cat, despite the male name.
Current Age: Hamilton has only undergone twelve moons of life, marking a full year. She is past apprentice age, so when she is to join a Clan, she will become a warrior, but undergo the usual apprentice training.
Personality: Hamilton is one of a complicated persona. She’s young at heart, and always will be. Upon seeing a cat, she is quick to judge, and either puts them on her good or bad list. She loves to gossip, spread rumors, and make fun of others less fortunate as herself. She is playful to those she likes, and can come up with a funny joke to everything. She is tom-crazy, and quick to love, resulting in much heartbreak. Hamilton becomes attached to friends and mates a bit too quickly for her own good. She is kind, friendly, and playful. She is very sensitive, and any little thing can result in a complete mood-change. Hamilton has an unexpected passion for fighting, and is both a fighter, and a lover. A dreamer, and a thinker, she is very creative, and can be very wise. She enjoys sunsets, star-gazing, and peaceful night walks through the forest. Not liking others to see her down, she often holds in stress and anger until it boils over edge, resulting in moody and depressed days every so often.
Clan:Rougeclan
Rank: She dreams of the path of a medicine cat, but her heart yearns for a mate, and has a passion for a good fight, so she makes the best of being a guard.
|| Physical Features ||
Eye Coloration: Hamilton has gorgeous chartreuse* eyes. They are a very deep yellow-green around the outside, fading in shade until they dim and brighten. Her eyes sparkle kindly and brightly, and have unimaginable depth to them. The iris is rimmed by a beautiful, thick band of forest green. The shape of his eye is simply a friendly circle, helping her appearance even further so. Her pupils are usually soft, narrowed slits. They hardly ever change in color, only phasing when direct sunlight hits them, making them fiery and sparkly, the color lightening drastically.
Pelt Coloration: Hamilton’s pelt is thin, but soft, and provides almost no shield from harsh winds, or the winter snows. It carries a milky, kittypet scent for now, but will soon smell of ShadowClan and pine. Hamilton sports a silvery-gray pelt that randomly fades and darkens different shades of grays. Crossing through the gray are thin, black tabby stripes. Her underbelly, chest, muzzle, paws, inner legs, neck, and tail tip are all a creamy white.
Scars/Markings: Hamilton, unlike most kittypets, was kept outside only, having to fend for herself except the occasional bowlful of food. She was free to come and go as she pleased, and was in many a fight. She bores a few small scars and scratches, but nothing major, or that is noticeable from afar.
Form: Hamilton is a tiny, apprentice-sized she-cat, but is not to be under-estimated. Underneath her pelt ripples muscle, but not freakishly so, but to an extent that fits her body perfectly. She is thin and lean, and, for her small size, has long legs.
|| Family/Social Circle ||
Mother: Serenity. A twoleg pet, of course. She lives in the twoleg place with her owners. Hamilton did not know her for long before she was bought by her former owners, so she did not share a close bond with her mother, nor does she miss her.
Father: Viking. As Hamilton’s mother, a kittypet. He lives in the same house as Serenity. Hamilton knew him even less than her mother, so she does not miss nor share close relations with him.
Brothers: She was born with a few, but has no idea of their whereabouts today.
Sisters: She was born with a few, but has no idea of their whereabouts today.
Interest: Hamilton has tiny crushes on a few toms, but nothing intense.
Mate: She had a mate a short while ago, but he left her. She was heartbroken, but has lifted her spirits since then.
Kits: None yet, although she dreams of having kits.
|| History ||
Place of Birth: The twoleg place.
Illnesses/Injuries: Hamilton has had no major injuries or illnesses
Name:Ivy
AgeIvy has recently turned 36 moons
Rank:Her rank is what A clan cat would call deputy.
Gender:Ivy is a she-cat
Coven:Strychnine
PersonalityIvy used to a fairly good cat, of course she came from windclan. She used to be one of the most respected cats, however when her leader Foxstar took the stand, she knew that she could no longer stand to be in a clan filled with "good" cats. She ran off and found herself in a coven of some sort. She turned aggressive suddenly, and over protective of her territory. She has proved that the female of her kind can come to power as well. She is dark hearted now, and takes over any cats who are smaller then her.
Pelt:She has thin gray fur, with black tabby stripes. Withen the black stripes are patches of brown and white. She was given the name Ivy for her rough, personality, and her beauty.
Eye colorHer eyes are a neat breathtaking blue. They are always serious, striking and filled with power.
Scars:She has a crecsent shaped scar across her left eye given to her when she challenged the previous second in command, his name had been Borage.
Form:For a female, she is quite large. Her body bares muscles much larger than a regular clan cat would have. It most likely comes from there harsh territories and rough training systems. She has a shorter pointed tail, and larger paws. She has pearly white claws that are sharp and pointed. She is thin, but her legs are longer giving her speed,power, and height.
Mate:Ivy will never take on a mate. She thinks that tom's are not worth her time. If she were to ever take on a mate he would have to be stronger than her and prove to be worthy of her
Interest:She has no interest in a tom, if she had any sort of interest it would be to have power, no tom is worth her time.
KitsShe does not want any kits, she thinks that it will take her down. Besides, kits can't defend themselves she looks at them as if they were worthless.
Mother:Ivy's mother was named Dovecloud, she was a downy white she-cat with blue eyes.
Thoughts on her mother:She thinks her mother is to soft for her own good. She had sucked up to Foxstar and it disgusted ivy.
Father:Her fathers name was Smokefoot. A smokey grau tom with black tabby stripes with brown and white markings with stunning blue eyes
Thoughts on her father:Smokefoot always sought power with his clan. Ivy respects her father and still does today.
SiblingsShe is a single kit, no siblings that got in her way.
Place of birth:Shadowclan marshes
InjuriesShe has had plenty in her new clan/coven, however if you have pain you know you are a live, that's the way she looks at it.
Gender: Hamilton is a she-cat, despite the male name.
Current Age: Hamilton has only undergone twelve moons of life, marking a full year. She is past apprentice age, so when she is to join a Clan, she will become a warrior, but undergo the usual apprentice training.
Personality: Hamilton is one of a complicated persona. She’s young at heart, and always will be. Upon seeing a cat, she is quick to judge, and either puts them on her good or bad list. She loves to gossip, spread rumors, and make fun of others less fortunate as herself. She is playful to those she likes, and can come up with a funny joke to everything. She is tom-crazy, and quick to love, resulting in much heartbreak. Hamilton becomes attached to friends and mates a bit too quickly for her own good. She is kind, friendly, and playful. She is very sensitive, and any little thing can result in a complete mood-change. Hamilton has an unexpected passion for fighting, and is both a fighter, and a lover. A dreamer, and a thinker, she is very creative, and can be very wise. She enjoys sunsets, star-gazing, and peaceful night walks through the forest. Not liking others to see her down, she often holds in stress and anger until it boils over edge, resulting in moody and depressed days every so often.
Clan:Rougeclan
Rank: She dreams of the path of a medicine cat, but her heart yearns for a mate, and has a passion for a good fight, so she makes the best of being a guard.
|| Physical Features ||
Eye Coloration: Hamilton has gorgeous chartreuse* eyes. They are a very deep yellow-green around the outside, fading in shade until they dim and brighten. Her eyes sparkle kindly and brightly, and have unimaginable depth to them. The iris is rimmed by a beautiful, thick band of forest green. The shape of his eye is simply a friendly circle, helping her appearance even further so. Her pupils are usually soft, narrowed slits. They hardly ever change in color, only phasing when direct sunlight hits them, making them fiery and sparkly, the color lightening drastically.
Pelt Coloration: Hamilton’s pelt is thin, but soft, and provides almost no shield from harsh winds, or the winter snows. It carries a milky, kittypet scent for now, but will soon smell of ShadowClan and pine. Hamilton sports a silvery-gray pelt that randomly fades and darkens different shades of grays. Crossing through the gray are thin, black tabby stripes. Her underbelly, chest, muzzle, paws, inner legs, neck, and tail tip are all a creamy white.
Scars/Markings: Hamilton, unlike most kittypets, was kept outside only, having to fend for herself except the occasional bowlful of food. She was free to come and go as she pleased, and was in many a fight. She bores a few small scars and scratches, but nothing major, or that is noticeable from afar.
Form: Hamilton is a tiny, apprentice-sized she-cat, but is not to be under-estimated. Underneath her pelt ripples muscle, but not freakishly so, but to an extent that fits her body perfectly. She is thin and lean, and, for her small size, has long legs.
|| Family/Social Circle ||
Mother: Serenity. A twoleg pet, of course. She lives in the twoleg place with her owners. Hamilton did not know her for long before she was bought by her former owners, so she did not share a close bond with her mother, nor does she miss her.
Father: Viking. As Hamilton’s mother, a kittypet. He lives in the same house as Serenity. Hamilton knew him even less than her mother, so she does not miss nor share close relations with him.
Brothers: She was born with a few, but has no idea of their whereabouts today.
Sisters: She was born with a few, but has no idea of their whereabouts today.
Interest: Hamilton has tiny crushes on a few toms, but nothing intense.
Mate: She had a mate a short while ago, but he left her. She was heartbroken, but has lifted her spirits since then.
Kits: None yet, although she dreams of having kits.
|| History ||
Place of Birth: The twoleg place.
Illnesses/Injuries: Hamilton has had no major injuries or illnesses
Name:Ivy
AgeIvy has recently turned 36 moons
Rank:Her rank is what A clan cat would call deputy.
Gender:Ivy is a she-cat
Coven:Strychnine
PersonalityIvy used to a fairly good cat, of course she came from windclan. She used to be one of the most respected cats, however when her leader Foxstar took the stand, she knew that she could no longer stand to be in a clan filled with "good" cats. She ran off and found herself in a coven of some sort. She turned aggressive suddenly, and over protective of her territory. She has proved that the female of her kind can come to power as well. She is dark hearted now, and takes over any cats who are smaller then her.
Pelt:She has thin gray fur, with black tabby stripes. Withen the black stripes are patches of brown and white. She was given the name Ivy for her rough, personality, and her beauty.
Eye colorHer eyes are a neat breathtaking blue. They are always serious, striking and filled with power.
Scars:She has a crecsent shaped scar across her left eye given to her when she challenged the previous second in command, his name had been Borage.
Form:For a female, she is quite large. Her body bares muscles much larger than a regular clan cat would have. It most likely comes from there harsh territories and rough training systems. She has a shorter pointed tail, and larger paws. She has pearly white claws that are sharp and pointed. She is thin, but her legs are longer giving her speed,power, and height.
Mate:Ivy will never take on a mate. She thinks that tom's are not worth her time. If she were to ever take on a mate he would have to be stronger than her and prove to be worthy of her
Interest:She has no interest in a tom, if she had any sort of interest it would be to have power, no tom is worth her time.
KitsShe does not want any kits, she thinks that it will take her down. Besides, kits can't defend themselves she looks at them as if they were worthless.
Mother:Ivy's mother was named Dovecloud, she was a downy white she-cat with blue eyes.
Thoughts on her mother:She thinks her mother is to soft for her own good. She had sucked up to Foxstar and it disgusted ivy.
Father:Her fathers name was Smokefoot. A smokey grau tom with black tabby stripes with brown and white markings with stunning blue eyes
Thoughts on her father:Smokefoot always sought power with his clan. Ivy respects her father and still does today.
SiblingsShe is a single kit, no siblings that got in her way.
Place of birth:Shadowclan marshes
InjuriesShe has had plenty in her new clan/coven, however if you have pain you know you are a live, that's the way she looks at it.