Post by ~*Feather*~ on Nov 9, 2008 17:38:57 GMT -5
Name: "I now name you Duststorm"
Duskstorm ( formally: paw/kit )
Age:"Your getting older everyday"
32 moons
Gender: "I'm glad I'm not a she-cat!"
Tom ( Male )
Rank: "I say this before the body of Thistletail so she may hear and aprove of my choice. Duskstorm will be the new deuty"
Deputy
Allegiance:"Windclan is the best clan and you know it!"
Windclan
Mate Status: "Will anyone ever love me?"
Single
Picture: "Is that really me?"
Appearance: "You shouldn'y go outside in the fog and mist, you might get lost."
He still has soft kitten fur, nobody knows why. It's sleek and smooth and shines in the sunlight and moonlight. During the day is shines brillant silver, and at night it's a glowing dark gray.Duststorm, as the prefix of his name says, is rather a dusty colored cat. His short fur ranges from dark dusty gray to light, misty gray. His eyes are around a blue color with a green mixture in them. His nose is a dark gray and so are his paw pads. Around his muzzle is a tint of mist silver gray, almost making it look white. His eyes have shadows under his eyes from stress that he has ( see in history ). His tail tip has a few silver-white specks on it and his whiskers and pale gray.
Personality: "Calm down, you don't have to get mad"
He's loyal, but has temer at times. His tounge can be as sharp as thorns, and yes words can hurt. But under the hostile shell is his calm, nature loving self. The kind of self that would help a little kit in danger or do anything for his clan. He would do anything to help a cat out, unless they got hurt breaking the warrior code. He isn't the soical kind of cat, he's rather silent. Well, he will speak if he needs to. We all know the term ' kitty's got claws', right? Well thats the term for Duststorm, because he will not back down from any fights. He's calm when he needs to be.But lets not forget the fire of energry, burning inside him and swiftly growing.
History: "I have a secret..I'm not proud of it"
Dustkit was born to Jayfrost of Windclan and Darktail of Thunderclan. He never met his father, because his clan chased him out once they found out about him falling in love with his mother. He use to have a sister named Lillykit, who was a light misty color she-cat with dashing light blue eyes. But she died in the bitter leaf-bare. After six moons, Dustpaw found it hardest. He wasn't a kit anymore, cats wern't going to be as nice. Moons past, and Dustpaw soon became Duststorm.They still didn't like him because he was half clan. But he still proved himself a loyal warrior many times through, and thats what earned him respect and trust from other Windclan warriors. But lets not forget, our scars never leave us. He won't forget all he's been through because of his parent's foolishness. After a few moons, he was able to get an appretnice. He guessed it was his leader testing if he was loyal enough to deserve one. And he was. Lunarpaw, his apprentice, was one of the best hunters. Even during leaf-bare, the elders and queens at least didn't starve, and that includes some warriors as well. Soon his apprentice became a warrior. A few moons later, Windclan's deputy breathed his last breath. His leader, Tigerstar, decided he was a worthy cat to be his deputy.
RP Example: "Lets show them how it's done!"
Memories filled the tom's head. He huffed out a sigh. Duststorm stared into the open field, chilly winds blowing his fur up into a mess. He sighed once more. He felt pain, the pain he's felt since he was six moons old. The scars the hate from others left him memories of the past. Of how kits were frightend of him, and clanmates called him half clan. Other apprentices refused to sleep by him. Even his mentor would blame his faults because he wasn't full Windclan. It wasn't his fault! Even if others now treated him like any other Darkclan cat, he still rememberd everything of the past. The chilly wind blew again, making his sleek misty and dusty gray fur fly up with it. "What did I do to deserve it? All because I'm deputy they respect me! Thats the only reason" he growled half to himself, dispite nobody else was there. He rose to his paws and sighed once more, and headed to camp. He picked his mouse and vole he caught earlier and walked to Windclan camp.
Duskstorm ( formally: paw/kit )
Age:"Your getting older everyday"
32 moons
Gender: "I'm glad I'm not a she-cat!"
Tom ( Male )
Rank: "I say this before the body of Thistletail so she may hear and aprove of my choice. Duskstorm will be the new deuty"
Deputy
Allegiance:"Windclan is the best clan and you know it!"
Windclan
Mate Status: "Will anyone ever love me?"
Single
Picture: "Is that really me?"
Appearance: "You shouldn'y go outside in the fog and mist, you might get lost."
He still has soft kitten fur, nobody knows why. It's sleek and smooth and shines in the sunlight and moonlight. During the day is shines brillant silver, and at night it's a glowing dark gray.Duststorm, as the prefix of his name says, is rather a dusty colored cat. His short fur ranges from dark dusty gray to light, misty gray. His eyes are around a blue color with a green mixture in them. His nose is a dark gray and so are his paw pads. Around his muzzle is a tint of mist silver gray, almost making it look white. His eyes have shadows under his eyes from stress that he has ( see in history ). His tail tip has a few silver-white specks on it and his whiskers and pale gray.
Personality: "Calm down, you don't have to get mad"
He's loyal, but has temer at times. His tounge can be as sharp as thorns, and yes words can hurt. But under the hostile shell is his calm, nature loving self. The kind of self that would help a little kit in danger or do anything for his clan. He would do anything to help a cat out, unless they got hurt breaking the warrior code. He isn't the soical kind of cat, he's rather silent. Well, he will speak if he needs to. We all know the term ' kitty's got claws', right? Well thats the term for Duststorm, because he will not back down from any fights. He's calm when he needs to be.But lets not forget the fire of energry, burning inside him and swiftly growing.
History: "I have a secret..I'm not proud of it"
Dustkit was born to Jayfrost of Windclan and Darktail of Thunderclan. He never met his father, because his clan chased him out once they found out about him falling in love with his mother. He use to have a sister named Lillykit, who was a light misty color she-cat with dashing light blue eyes. But she died in the bitter leaf-bare. After six moons, Dustpaw found it hardest. He wasn't a kit anymore, cats wern't going to be as nice. Moons past, and Dustpaw soon became Duststorm.They still didn't like him because he was half clan. But he still proved himself a loyal warrior many times through, and thats what earned him respect and trust from other Windclan warriors. But lets not forget, our scars never leave us. He won't forget all he's been through because of his parent's foolishness. After a few moons, he was able to get an appretnice. He guessed it was his leader testing if he was loyal enough to deserve one. And he was. Lunarpaw, his apprentice, was one of the best hunters. Even during leaf-bare, the elders and queens at least didn't starve, and that includes some warriors as well. Soon his apprentice became a warrior. A few moons later, Windclan's deputy breathed his last breath. His leader, Tigerstar, decided he was a worthy cat to be his deputy.
RP Example: "Lets show them how it's done!"
Memories filled the tom's head. He huffed out a sigh. Duststorm stared into the open field, chilly winds blowing his fur up into a mess. He sighed once more. He felt pain, the pain he's felt since he was six moons old. The scars the hate from others left him memories of the past. Of how kits were frightend of him, and clanmates called him half clan. Other apprentices refused to sleep by him. Even his mentor would blame his faults because he wasn't full Windclan. It wasn't his fault! Even if others now treated him like any other Darkclan cat, he still rememberd everything of the past. The chilly wind blew again, making his sleek misty and dusty gray fur fly up with it. "What did I do to deserve it? All because I'm deputy they respect me! Thats the only reason" he growled half to himself, dispite nobody else was there. He rose to his paws and sighed once more, and headed to camp. He picked his mouse and vole he caught earlier and walked to Windclan camp.
