Post by crookedstar on Oct 3, 2009 7:39:13 GMT -5
Down ||: Flurrycloud
By ||: Male
The ||: 28 moons
Bay ||: RiverClan
Where ||: Warrior
Would you happen to know... ||:
Flurrycloud's pelt is thought to be made out of the puffy clouds, that rest on top of the beautiful sky. This may be sort of an over statement, his pelt is that of a soft one; but probably not as soft as a cloud. He has a thick pelt; very thick indeed, keeping him warm during Leaf bare, but fairly hot in Green leaf. Flurrycloud's pelt is soft, but a bit ragged, as he doesn't take much time to groom it. He has a sleek coat, from being out in the dun all the time, maybe dozing off once or twice. Flurrycloud isn't your average Russian blue, he really isn't all...blue. His species is titled Russian blue, most Russian Blue's are a blue gray color, Flurrycloud takes some of that. He is mainly Blue-gray, but does have black paws, underbelly, muzzle, ears, and tail. These qualities, are not very normal for a Russian blue. Flurrycloud's eyes are an Ice blue color, always flickering with his thoughts, like minnows in a stream. His ice blue eyes, are often calm as Flurrycloud is. He has a small black pupil in the middle of his eyes, much smaller than other cats. Having great eyes sight; is one of the many good quality's of Flurrycloud.
Flurrycloud's ears are a bit too big for his liking. His ears seem to go straight up, and are pointed at the top. His ears are very dark on the outside; being black; but a soft pink on the inside. He has small ear hair stroking from the inside, wiry and small.
His build is muscular; making his body look a bit bigger than it is. (And when he is surprised xDDD) Flurrycloud's broad shoulders seem to make his sway form side to side as he walks. Being a bigger cat, he weighs a bit more than others, making it hard to walk quietly through the forest.
Flurrycloud has a bright pink nose but, he cannot smell very well, so he doesn't really care about it.
His teeth are sharp, and pointed at the tip, as most cats' are. His claws are long and curved, but he normally uses them only for warning.
Where the watermelons grow? ||:
When Flurrycloud is alone he seems a bit different from when he is around others. Flurrycloud is constantly telling himself that he needs to so things for the clan, and that he is not doing well. As you can tell; this is not good for ones self esteem. He is truly always thinking of the clan, always waning to help it in anyway possible. Ranting to himself; is one was of his to get stress out. He needn't think so much that his head explodes, saying it out loud would have more of a purpose. Flurrycloud also thinks endlessly about she-cats, he loves to flirt, so if he every does have a mate, she's better watch out.
Flurrycloud tries to act a bit more; proud when with his clan mates, but truly he has the heart of a kit. Flurrycloud is like one of those cats who has endless energy, not really needing to sleep very often. He enjoys impressing She-cats to the extent where other toms feel as if they must rival him. He almost always has a smile on his face, and doesn't like to boss other cats around; unless it needs to be done. He makes a joke out of everything, and that is one of his bad qualities.
When in battle; Flurrycloud does seem like a different cat. When battling; his playful heart seems to blow to oblivion; he is a very serious fighter. Like said; being loyal he will do anything to knock the opposite clan from his territory. When in battle; it matters not who impresses the she-cats; he is fighting for one thing; and one thing only. Being quite slow on his paws; he had to develop another way of battling so his enemies wouldn't over power him. Many underestimate this young tom; but truly he does have a great potential.
Flurrycloud was always a skillful hunter; since a kit when he practiced by sneaking up on his mothers tail; to a warrior.
Flurrycloud is always tiring to keep his paw steps light; but it is hard for his weight. Having an inadequate nose, he uses his adequate ears to find here his prey is. This technique may not be as great as smell; but it makes up for it.
And we followed the white rabbit. ||:
On a cold Leaf-bare night; to cats; Creekcloud and Flurryclaw sat at the border.
Creekcloud's eyes brimmed with horror as she announced what was happening. Her white belly was round with kits; there had to be at east three in there. Flurryclaw had realized in horror what was happening; his mate was having kits; now. Not having any experience he sat by her licking her soothingly the whole time. Flurryclaw raised his head in alarm as a scent wafted toward him; only one word could describe the horror the Thunderclan warrior. Rogues Thrusting to his feet he marched if front of his mate. The rogues yowled int he distance; telling him it was her or him.One instinct took over; to run far away from the scene; he took off. The rogues took one glance at the mother; and ran after Flurryclaw; he never returned. As all this happened one kit was born; just one. This kit was a big kit that looked like his father. Creekcloud had always said that Flurryclaw's spirit was deep within him; and he had to awaken it.
Flurrykit
Flurrykit; a pretty big kit; was taken back to camp. Creekcloud; had managed to get back thinking only of her kit. Once back in camp she made a run for the nursery; her small kit squealing for milk. Once there; she curled around her kit sobbing and crying. Days went on; when Flurrykit was about three moons he decided he wanted to be leader some day. He started training himself; he would sneak up on his mother and pounce on her tail. Creekcloud loved the sign's of her son's early skills. Day after day he practiced; until he got bored of pouncing on his mothers tail. On the day of his birth; and the day of her fathers death; he decided to go hunting (Now four moons). Creeping out of camp he listened closely. His excellent hearing skills seemed to hear the forest sounds. He silently crept up on a small vole, and pounced, he picked it up proudly to head back for camp. Finally; the day came when he was apprenticed. He craved to be leader even more.
Flurrypaw
Flurrypaw was a proud apprentice; apprenticed to Ragingfire.
The first moons were as boring as ever; learning to hunt; fight; territories; etc. On about the third moon; when he was eight moons is when things started to go wrong. The humid air blew toward the camp; the howls in the distance of a battle with Shadowclan. The first thing Flurrypaw thought was I did it; i fought like a warrior! As he looked around; he saw many wounded body's; but among all one caught his eyes. Creekcloud's. He rushed up to her a bit scared; her eyes shut; but Flurrypaw's yowls kept her for just a little longer. She began to tell his history; struggling to go along as big tears ran down both cats face. Finally she uttered the last word; he whole body went limp; she was dead. Ragingfire knew what had happening; he comforted his apprentice and finally he got Flurrypaw to sleep. About four moons later; he was made a warrior.
Flurrycloud
Flurrycloud sat vigil on that starry night; he could feel his mothers eyes, burning into him from the sky.
The day he became warrior was one of the happiest days of Flurrycloud's life. Life went on; his dream of being a leader still burning like a forest fire through him. Now, Flurrycloud is 15 moons and standing proudly for his clan.
By ||: Male
The ||: 28 moons
Bay ||: RiverClan
Where ||: Warrior
Would you happen to know... ||:
Flurrycloud's pelt is thought to be made out of the puffy clouds, that rest on top of the beautiful sky. This may be sort of an over statement, his pelt is that of a soft one; but probably not as soft as a cloud. He has a thick pelt; very thick indeed, keeping him warm during Leaf bare, but fairly hot in Green leaf. Flurrycloud's pelt is soft, but a bit ragged, as he doesn't take much time to groom it. He has a sleek coat, from being out in the dun all the time, maybe dozing off once or twice. Flurrycloud isn't your average Russian blue, he really isn't all...blue. His species is titled Russian blue, most Russian Blue's are a blue gray color, Flurrycloud takes some of that. He is mainly Blue-gray, but does have black paws, underbelly, muzzle, ears, and tail. These qualities, are not very normal for a Russian blue. Flurrycloud's eyes are an Ice blue color, always flickering with his thoughts, like minnows in a stream. His ice blue eyes, are often calm as Flurrycloud is. He has a small black pupil in the middle of his eyes, much smaller than other cats. Having great eyes sight; is one of the many good quality's of Flurrycloud.
Flurrycloud's ears are a bit too big for his liking. His ears seem to go straight up, and are pointed at the top. His ears are very dark on the outside; being black; but a soft pink on the inside. He has small ear hair stroking from the inside, wiry and small.
His build is muscular; making his body look a bit bigger than it is. (And when he is surprised xDDD) Flurrycloud's broad shoulders seem to make his sway form side to side as he walks. Being a bigger cat, he weighs a bit more than others, making it hard to walk quietly through the forest.
Flurrycloud has a bright pink nose but, he cannot smell very well, so he doesn't really care about it.
His teeth are sharp, and pointed at the tip, as most cats' are. His claws are long and curved, but he normally uses them only for warning.
Where the watermelons grow? ||:
When Flurrycloud is alone he seems a bit different from when he is around others. Flurrycloud is constantly telling himself that he needs to so things for the clan, and that he is not doing well. As you can tell; this is not good for ones self esteem. He is truly always thinking of the clan, always waning to help it in anyway possible. Ranting to himself; is one was of his to get stress out. He needn't think so much that his head explodes, saying it out loud would have more of a purpose. Flurrycloud also thinks endlessly about she-cats, he loves to flirt, so if he every does have a mate, she's better watch out.
Flurrycloud tries to act a bit more; proud when with his clan mates, but truly he has the heart of a kit. Flurrycloud is like one of those cats who has endless energy, not really needing to sleep very often. He enjoys impressing She-cats to the extent where other toms feel as if they must rival him. He almost always has a smile on his face, and doesn't like to boss other cats around; unless it needs to be done. He makes a joke out of everything, and that is one of his bad qualities.
When in battle; Flurrycloud does seem like a different cat. When battling; his playful heart seems to blow to oblivion; he is a very serious fighter. Like said; being loyal he will do anything to knock the opposite clan from his territory. When in battle; it matters not who impresses the she-cats; he is fighting for one thing; and one thing only. Being quite slow on his paws; he had to develop another way of battling so his enemies wouldn't over power him. Many underestimate this young tom; but truly he does have a great potential.
Flurrycloud was always a skillful hunter; since a kit when he practiced by sneaking up on his mothers tail; to a warrior.
Flurrycloud is always tiring to keep his paw steps light; but it is hard for his weight. Having an inadequate nose, he uses his adequate ears to find here his prey is. This technique may not be as great as smell; but it makes up for it.
And we followed the white rabbit. ||:
On a cold Leaf-bare night; to cats; Creekcloud and Flurryclaw sat at the border.
Creekcloud's eyes brimmed with horror as she announced what was happening. Her white belly was round with kits; there had to be at east three in there. Flurryclaw had realized in horror what was happening; his mate was having kits; now. Not having any experience he sat by her licking her soothingly the whole time. Flurryclaw raised his head in alarm as a scent wafted toward him; only one word could describe the horror the Thunderclan warrior. Rogues Thrusting to his feet he marched if front of his mate. The rogues yowled int he distance; telling him it was her or him.One instinct took over; to run far away from the scene; he took off. The rogues took one glance at the mother; and ran after Flurryclaw; he never returned. As all this happened one kit was born; just one. This kit was a big kit that looked like his father. Creekcloud had always said that Flurryclaw's spirit was deep within him; and he had to awaken it.
Flurrykit
Flurrykit; a pretty big kit; was taken back to camp. Creekcloud; had managed to get back thinking only of her kit. Once back in camp she made a run for the nursery; her small kit squealing for milk. Once there; she curled around her kit sobbing and crying. Days went on; when Flurrykit was about three moons he decided he wanted to be leader some day. He started training himself; he would sneak up on his mother and pounce on her tail. Creekcloud loved the sign's of her son's early skills. Day after day he practiced; until he got bored of pouncing on his mothers tail. On the day of his birth; and the day of her fathers death; he decided to go hunting (Now four moons). Creeping out of camp he listened closely. His excellent hearing skills seemed to hear the forest sounds. He silently crept up on a small vole, and pounced, he picked it up proudly to head back for camp. Finally; the day came when he was apprenticed. He craved to be leader even more.
Flurrypaw
Flurrypaw was a proud apprentice; apprenticed to Ragingfire.
The first moons were as boring as ever; learning to hunt; fight; territories; etc. On about the third moon; when he was eight moons is when things started to go wrong. The humid air blew toward the camp; the howls in the distance of a battle with Shadowclan. The first thing Flurrypaw thought was I did it; i fought like a warrior! As he looked around; he saw many wounded body's; but among all one caught his eyes. Creekcloud's. He rushed up to her a bit scared; her eyes shut; but Flurrypaw's yowls kept her for just a little longer. She began to tell his history; struggling to go along as big tears ran down both cats face. Finally she uttered the last word; he whole body went limp; she was dead. Ragingfire knew what had happening; he comforted his apprentice and finally he got Flurrypaw to sleep. About four moons later; he was made a warrior.
Flurrycloud
Flurrycloud sat vigil on that starry night; he could feel his mothers eyes, burning into him from the sky.
The day he became warrior was one of the happiest days of Flurrycloud's life. Life went on; his dream of being a leader still burning like a forest fire through him. Now, Flurrycloud is 15 moons and standing proudly for his clan.
