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Post by -[ tansaliee ]- on Jul 2, 2007 13:17:42 GMT -5
-name-
Tremblestar (preceeded by Tremblekit, Tremblepaw, Tremblestorm)
-clan-
StreamClan
-gender-
She-cat
-moons-
26
-overview of pelt-
Pale grey she-cat with white points and blue eyes
-full pelt-
Tremblestar's body is unique, as is everyone's. Her face is sort of siamese-ish, pointed, but not so far out that she looks like she has a dog muzzle. She's basicly a cross between half-siamese and normal cat. Positioned symetrically on either side of her face are her two round eyes, crystal blue in color. Diagonally outwards from each eyes is an ear, a small, pointed, normal sized ear.Leading down from her head is a slim neck, leading to rathing thin shoulders. Beneath the shoulders there are two rather slender, yet hard-muscled, legs, with small paws at the end. No extra toes exist, but her paws are still wide, helping with swimming. Each toe is tipped with a thorn-sharp silver claw.
Moving back from her shoulders is her main body, which is also very slim. But it's not skinny, like you cannot see her ribs throagh her pelt or anything that suggests hunger (usually). Her spine leads onward to her haunches, which are thin, like her shoulders, but well-muscled and strong. They lead down to a pair of strong legs, with visible muscles rippling through them. At the end, once again, are wide paws, tipped with thorn-sharp silvcer claws. Last but not least, Tremblestar's tail is thin, but strong, useful as a rudder for swimming and balance for tree climbing. She could also use it to restrain an opponent by wrapping it around their neck.
Tremblestar's fur is thick during the awful leaf-bare, and thin during the welcomed green-leaf. Either way it is slick and shiny, also short. It feels almost like solid water, it is so smooth. The pale coloring of the fur is mostly grey. Some parts of her body, her paws, ears, muzzle, and tail tip are pure white, giving the appearance that her solid-water fur froze to make white. Scars flit across her body sometimes like shadows, but the most noticeable one shatters the beauty on her right shoulder. It is thick and runs from the top of her back down to where her leg separates from her body.
-personality-
Tremblestar has a changing personality. When she first became an apprentice, she was impossibly scittish, like jumping at loud noises. but as she was mentored she became much braver, holding her head high. She was broken down a bit at times, but it never shattered her stance as a whole.She likes kits alot, almost having her own with a tom called Torrentwind. Before he was killed anyway. She never lets go of anything that is important to her, ever.
Tremblestar is fiercely protective of StreamClan. She'll do anything for them. She doesn't care much for the other clans, but will do her best to keep them all in the forest, because she understands that there are to be four Clans. Her favorite prey is fish, but she despises picking scales off with her teeth, because they get cauch in her teeth.
-history-
The dusk light that filled the nursery was fading becoming darker and darker. A kitting queen lay far in the back, her sides heaving with the effort. Finally there was a single kit by her side. It was a she-cat, who lay thee, trembling slightly, but otherwise motionless. The queen, called Freefeather, licked and licked the kit, but she gave no responce. She gave up and pushed the kit nearer, trying to cherish the first and last moments of it's life. but she was wrong. The kit wasn't dying. It was in pain, yes, but not dying. Indeed, it was being blessed.
Tremblekit, as she had been named, had actually been with StarClan in the first moment of her life. She was big enough to see and hear properly while she was there, and her father, Jackalclaw, had been there to bless her along with numerous other relatives, including her grandfather, Onyxstar. The black tom made it clear that her destiny was positive. "You will be great. You will show the whole forest that you are my kin, as everyone says I was the greatest leader that StreamClan ever had."
As the kit grew, she appeared scittish. She jumped at loud noises, desperately afraid of being attacked. No one could tell that this kit was Onyxstar's kin. When Tremblekit was apprentice Tremblepaw to Mossflower, her training began. She became braver and trusted Mossflower more than anyone. Meanwhile, Freefeather died in battle. When tremblepaw told Mossflower of Onyxstar's words, Mossflower spoke to Hawkstar about it. They both agreed that Tremblepaw needed to work extra hard to fulfill her destiny.
Then, after she kitted, Hawkstar died. Tremblepaw was working as hard as ever, but then she met a certain cat who would cause love and tragedy in her life alike.
The clear bluish water glittered in the sunlight as is sloshed and splashed over the dark grey rocks. The thin expance of land on the side of the cliff was crumbling from the lack of moisture. Even the river was lower than usual. Roots of trees from above hung from the losse dirt and drooped, used to being full of water from the splashes of the gourge. This place was dangerous and becoming more so. but still, the small white paws padded on...
She peered over the edge of the cliff, down at the water. She remembered when her mother's father, Lion, had fallen here, upon following his mate across a log that wasn't strong enough to hold him. His dead mate, who was part of StarClan. She didn't know how he could see her if she was dead, but she hoped she'd understand someday.
Tremblepaw felt the dirt thinnen beneath her paws, but she didn't notice it. Her mind was elsewhere. She stared up at the clouds, wondering if things would have been different if Lion hadn't died. If he hadn't loved Cloudla so much more than everything, even life. But she was awakened from her useless thoughts as she heard a crunching noise, and splashes. Her paws were sinking through the grass, but instead of into dirt, they were hitting air. She grabbed the wall with her claws and pulled her hind legs out of the ground, watching the place where she had just been standing crumble away into the water.
Her claws beginning to rip from her weight, she pulled herself to a root, on which she sat. Her fur was covered in dust and dirt from climbing, and blood was leaking slowly from her claws. Tremblepaw sat there. Simply sat. Her breathing slowed, and she relaxed a bit. But then a new question sprung on her. How will I get down? The verge was broken too far for her to jump, but she was close to the top. The problem was that her claws would be pulled from her paws before she was able to get all the way over. "Help! Help me! Mossflower! Torrentwind! Froggypaw! Anyone!"
Torrentwind was there to save her. The root was weak, and he pulled her up just as it broke. That is what sparked her love for him.. That night Tremblepaw became Tremblestorm. She slept in the warriors den beside Torrentwind that night...
After a few moons Tremblestorm began wanting kits. She spoke to Torrentwind about it, and he agreed instantly. But before she got pregnant, Torrentwind died in a rockfall. She almost wanted to kill herself because of his death. She was given an apprentice, Smokepaw, who was Torrentwind's younger brother, to try and ease the pain, but it didn't help much. Smokepaw became a warrior, but was mudured by a badger. Then it happened that Tremblestorm began expecting kits.
After a few moons, Tremblestorm's kits were born. They were Mistykit and Driftkit, and were soon apprenticed. Meanwhile, Mossflower had been killed by a rogue named Fang. Tremblestorm was helped when she became deputy to Mottledface, who had not yet gotten her name or nine lives.
This was a surprising and unpopular chopice, as Tremblestorm was only sixteen moons old. She lived as deputy for about nine moons before Mottledface was killed. No one knows how, but she was. Tremblestar got her name and nine lives directly afterwards.
-in character example-
(this is Tremble as young warrior. On another site. Okay?)
The dusky sky was getting darker. It was bright red. Like blood. But it didn't mean anything. Or she didn't think it meant anything. No clouds. No visible sun. No stars. Just bloodred sky. It made her paws tingle. The river was fast and strong, but much shallower. A white paw stepped into the clear water. It was warm from a day of sun. But it was bloodred, like the sky. She knew it was just the reflection, but it scared her. Could this possibly mean anything? Not being a medicine cat, she had no way of knowing. she stared up at the sky. It burnt her eyes. She closed them, staring back at the pebbly ground, enjoying the coolness of the insides of her eyelids. She sighed. Everything was changing. Yes, there was good news too, but it wasn't all good. The river was going down. Fish are dying. Cats are hungry, and not their usual swimmy selves, having to live off of mostly forest prey instead of fish. At least there were kits and warriors. About the only good thing right now.
Her ears pricked for any sound, she unsheathed her claws, imagining it was a cool, scaly, sweet fish. Her tail flicked. There was no one within her scent range. But then, being a young warrior, that wasn't very far. She blinked, looking away from the river. She sat down beside the river, and finally colapsed into a tired heap. Her eyes closed gently, and she fell into nightmares.
The scent of blood filled her scent glands. She was sitting by the river, staring into the deep bloodred sky, which was growing steadily darker. She looked at the river, and she felt hot. A swim would do her good. She splashed into the river, but found she couldn't swim well in it. The scent of blood became more intense. The water was sticking to her fur. Except it wasn't water. It was blood. Her head went under, and everything went black.
Tremblestorm's eyes flew open. What was that? She knew it wasn't a message from StarClan, it couldn't be. The sky was deep navy blue now. So much times had passed, but it seemed like only a few moments. She scrambled to her paws sending pebbles flying. She glanced warily at the river. She didn't dare touch it, afraid it would drown her in blood like it had in the dream. She trembled like an apprentice. She felt daring again. Mood flashes. Quite unlike her. She bent forward and lapped at the river, trying to get the taste of blood from her mouth. It tasted cool and crisp. She stood again. Her paws flew forward before she knew what she was doing, she was on the other side of the river. She could smell forest scents, hear forest sounds. Unfamiliar. But then a scent reached her glands. Tempting, yet against the warrior code. Mouse. It was right over the border. Dare she risk it? Yes.
Her paws were silent as she creeped forward, across the borderline. Her belly brushed silently against the leafmold. The forest floor was strangely soft, perfect cover. She scented again. The mouse was still there. She pushed off, sending up a flurry of leaves. She was no forest hunter. But she caught it. Quickly killing it, she dashed back to the border and crossed it, unto Riverclan territory. She hastily hid the mouse under the pebbles, placing a leaf over the spot to mark it. She was ashamed. She had just stolen prey. But her clan would never know. Hopefully. But then she thought of getting an apprentice, and knew that getting caught would lessen hjer chances by much. She quickly dug up the mouse and regretfully threw it into ThunderClan territory.
-password-
Starshine
Tremblestar (preceeded by Tremblekit, Tremblepaw, Tremblestorm)
-clan-
StreamClan
-gender-
She-cat
-moons-
26
-overview of pelt-
Pale grey she-cat with white points and blue eyes
-full pelt-
Tremblestar's body is unique, as is everyone's. Her face is sort of siamese-ish, pointed, but not so far out that she looks like she has a dog muzzle. She's basicly a cross between half-siamese and normal cat. Positioned symetrically on either side of her face are her two round eyes, crystal blue in color. Diagonally outwards from each eyes is an ear, a small, pointed, normal sized ear.Leading down from her head is a slim neck, leading to rathing thin shoulders. Beneath the shoulders there are two rather slender, yet hard-muscled, legs, with small paws at the end. No extra toes exist, but her paws are still wide, helping with swimming. Each toe is tipped with a thorn-sharp silver claw.
Moving back from her shoulders is her main body, which is also very slim. But it's not skinny, like you cannot see her ribs throagh her pelt or anything that suggests hunger (usually). Her spine leads onward to her haunches, which are thin, like her shoulders, but well-muscled and strong. They lead down to a pair of strong legs, with visible muscles rippling through them. At the end, once again, are wide paws, tipped with thorn-sharp silvcer claws. Last but not least, Tremblestar's tail is thin, but strong, useful as a rudder for swimming and balance for tree climbing. She could also use it to restrain an opponent by wrapping it around their neck.
Tremblestar's fur is thick during the awful leaf-bare, and thin during the welcomed green-leaf. Either way it is slick and shiny, also short. It feels almost like solid water, it is so smooth. The pale coloring of the fur is mostly grey. Some parts of her body, her paws, ears, muzzle, and tail tip are pure white, giving the appearance that her solid-water fur froze to make white. Scars flit across her body sometimes like shadows, but the most noticeable one shatters the beauty on her right shoulder. It is thick and runs from the top of her back down to where her leg separates from her body.
-personality-
Tremblestar has a changing personality. When she first became an apprentice, she was impossibly scittish, like jumping at loud noises. but as she was mentored she became much braver, holding her head high. She was broken down a bit at times, but it never shattered her stance as a whole.She likes kits alot, almost having her own with a tom called Torrentwind. Before he was killed anyway. She never lets go of anything that is important to her, ever.
Tremblestar is fiercely protective of StreamClan. She'll do anything for them. She doesn't care much for the other clans, but will do her best to keep them all in the forest, because she understands that there are to be four Clans. Her favorite prey is fish, but she despises picking scales off with her teeth, because they get cauch in her teeth.
-history-
The dusk light that filled the nursery was fading becoming darker and darker. A kitting queen lay far in the back, her sides heaving with the effort. Finally there was a single kit by her side. It was a she-cat, who lay thee, trembling slightly, but otherwise motionless. The queen, called Freefeather, licked and licked the kit, but she gave no responce. She gave up and pushed the kit nearer, trying to cherish the first and last moments of it's life. but she was wrong. The kit wasn't dying. It was in pain, yes, but not dying. Indeed, it was being blessed.
Tremblekit, as she had been named, had actually been with StarClan in the first moment of her life. She was big enough to see and hear properly while she was there, and her father, Jackalclaw, had been there to bless her along with numerous other relatives, including her grandfather, Onyxstar. The black tom made it clear that her destiny was positive. "You will be great. You will show the whole forest that you are my kin, as everyone says I was the greatest leader that StreamClan ever had."
As the kit grew, she appeared scittish. She jumped at loud noises, desperately afraid of being attacked. No one could tell that this kit was Onyxstar's kin. When Tremblekit was apprentice Tremblepaw to Mossflower, her training began. She became braver and trusted Mossflower more than anyone. Meanwhile, Freefeather died in battle. When tremblepaw told Mossflower of Onyxstar's words, Mossflower spoke to Hawkstar about it. They both agreed that Tremblepaw needed to work extra hard to fulfill her destiny.
Then, after she kitted, Hawkstar died. Tremblepaw was working as hard as ever, but then she met a certain cat who would cause love and tragedy in her life alike.
The clear bluish water glittered in the sunlight as is sloshed and splashed over the dark grey rocks. The thin expance of land on the side of the cliff was crumbling from the lack of moisture. Even the river was lower than usual. Roots of trees from above hung from the losse dirt and drooped, used to being full of water from the splashes of the gourge. This place was dangerous and becoming more so. but still, the small white paws padded on...
She peered over the edge of the cliff, down at the water. She remembered when her mother's father, Lion, had fallen here, upon following his mate across a log that wasn't strong enough to hold him. His dead mate, who was part of StarClan. She didn't know how he could see her if she was dead, but she hoped she'd understand someday.
Tremblepaw felt the dirt thinnen beneath her paws, but she didn't notice it. Her mind was elsewhere. She stared up at the clouds, wondering if things would have been different if Lion hadn't died. If he hadn't loved Cloudla so much more than everything, even life. But she was awakened from her useless thoughts as she heard a crunching noise, and splashes. Her paws were sinking through the grass, but instead of into dirt, they were hitting air. She grabbed the wall with her claws and pulled her hind legs out of the ground, watching the place where she had just been standing crumble away into the water.
Her claws beginning to rip from her weight, she pulled herself to a root, on which she sat. Her fur was covered in dust and dirt from climbing, and blood was leaking slowly from her claws. Tremblepaw sat there. Simply sat. Her breathing slowed, and she relaxed a bit. But then a new question sprung on her. How will I get down? The verge was broken too far for her to jump, but she was close to the top. The problem was that her claws would be pulled from her paws before she was able to get all the way over. "Help! Help me! Mossflower! Torrentwind! Froggypaw! Anyone!"
Torrentwind was there to save her. The root was weak, and he pulled her up just as it broke. That is what sparked her love for him.. That night Tremblepaw became Tremblestorm. She slept in the warriors den beside Torrentwind that night...
After a few moons Tremblestorm began wanting kits. She spoke to Torrentwind about it, and he agreed instantly. But before she got pregnant, Torrentwind died in a rockfall. She almost wanted to kill herself because of his death. She was given an apprentice, Smokepaw, who was Torrentwind's younger brother, to try and ease the pain, but it didn't help much. Smokepaw became a warrior, but was mudured by a badger. Then it happened that Tremblestorm began expecting kits.
After a few moons, Tremblestorm's kits were born. They were Mistykit and Driftkit, and were soon apprenticed. Meanwhile, Mossflower had been killed by a rogue named Fang. Tremblestorm was helped when she became deputy to Mottledface, who had not yet gotten her name or nine lives.
This was a surprising and unpopular chopice, as Tremblestorm was only sixteen moons old. She lived as deputy for about nine moons before Mottledface was killed. No one knows how, but she was. Tremblestar got her name and nine lives directly afterwards.
-in character example-
(this is Tremble as young warrior. On another site. Okay?)
The dusky sky was getting darker. It was bright red. Like blood. But it didn't mean anything. Or she didn't think it meant anything. No clouds. No visible sun. No stars. Just bloodred sky. It made her paws tingle. The river was fast and strong, but much shallower. A white paw stepped into the clear water. It was warm from a day of sun. But it was bloodred, like the sky. She knew it was just the reflection, but it scared her. Could this possibly mean anything? Not being a medicine cat, she had no way of knowing. she stared up at the sky. It burnt her eyes. She closed them, staring back at the pebbly ground, enjoying the coolness of the insides of her eyelids. She sighed. Everything was changing. Yes, there was good news too, but it wasn't all good. The river was going down. Fish are dying. Cats are hungry, and not their usual swimmy selves, having to live off of mostly forest prey instead of fish. At least there were kits and warriors. About the only good thing right now.
Her ears pricked for any sound, she unsheathed her claws, imagining it was a cool, scaly, sweet fish. Her tail flicked. There was no one within her scent range. But then, being a young warrior, that wasn't very far. She blinked, looking away from the river. She sat down beside the river, and finally colapsed into a tired heap. Her eyes closed gently, and she fell into nightmares.
The scent of blood filled her scent glands. She was sitting by the river, staring into the deep bloodred sky, which was growing steadily darker. She looked at the river, and she felt hot. A swim would do her good. She splashed into the river, but found she couldn't swim well in it. The scent of blood became more intense. The water was sticking to her fur. Except it wasn't water. It was blood. Her head went under, and everything went black.
Tremblestorm's eyes flew open. What was that? She knew it wasn't a message from StarClan, it couldn't be. The sky was deep navy blue now. So much times had passed, but it seemed like only a few moments. She scrambled to her paws sending pebbles flying. She glanced warily at the river. She didn't dare touch it, afraid it would drown her in blood like it had in the dream. She trembled like an apprentice. She felt daring again. Mood flashes. Quite unlike her. She bent forward and lapped at the river, trying to get the taste of blood from her mouth. It tasted cool and crisp. She stood again. Her paws flew forward before she knew what she was doing, she was on the other side of the river. She could smell forest scents, hear forest sounds. Unfamiliar. But then a scent reached her glands. Tempting, yet against the warrior code. Mouse. It was right over the border. Dare she risk it? Yes.
Her paws were silent as she creeped forward, across the borderline. Her belly brushed silently against the leafmold. The forest floor was strangely soft, perfect cover. She scented again. The mouse was still there. She pushed off, sending up a flurry of leaves. She was no forest hunter. But she caught it. Quickly killing it, she dashed back to the border and crossed it, unto Riverclan territory. She hastily hid the mouse under the pebbles, placing a leaf over the spot to mark it. She was ashamed. She had just stolen prey. But her clan would never know. Hopefully. But then she thought of getting an apprentice, and knew that getting caught would lessen hjer chances by much. She quickly dug up the mouse and regretfully threw it into ThunderClan territory.
-password-
Starshine