Post by mythwing on Sept 17, 2009 2:34:52 GMT -5
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That’s sorta what Mythwing looks like…
Other accounts: Jaykit/paw/song
Character: Mythwing
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Age: 26 moons old (2 years and 1 month) <<< that’s quite old for a cat
Rank: Deputy (leader)
Deputy/Leader: If I can become deputy/leader (which is an absolute honor) these are just a few of the things I will do to look after my Clan and to help them make the most of life.
#1 - I will make sure that the cats of my clan are following the rules and the leader’s/my orders, but I won’t hesitate to let a cat question the warrior code.
#2 - I will only give out punishments when necessary.
#3 - I promise to make sure that the warriors and apprentices are ready for battle, as well as being healthy and well-fed.
#4 – The clan cats will always be appreciated, just as long as they try their hardest at the tasks they will/must do.
#5 - I will always be there for my clan-mates when they are in need.
#6 - I promise to be fair and I will never hurt one of my clan cats, only if it is absolutely necessary!
#7 - I promise that I will do anything to save my clan-mates if they are in danger.
Appearance: Mythwing is a gorgeous golden she-cat. She has a sleek autumn-colored pelt with dark-brown spots and stripes rimmed with black, as well as creamy-white around her muzzle, paws and chest. Mythwing has a long-furred, black-dipped tail (looks like it has been dipped in ink) and rippling muscles under a short-furred coat. Mythwing has rich bright green eyes with blue flecks – her eyes sparkle like sun-light on water. She has long whiskers, tufts of fur on her ear-tips and her eyes are outlined in black (it’s quite noticeable). Mythwing has a black nose and tabby markings on her face. There is a rip in her left ear, making it a V shape. She also has a squiggly scar across her right paw-pad from cutting it on a sharp stone when she was young.
Personality: Mythwing is extremely creative! She loves to decorate her nest with feathers, clumps of fur and colorful leaves, reeds and petals.
Mythwing enjoys talking to others and thinking strategically. She is a dreamer - Mythwing likes to create pictures out of clouds. She is a great tracker and loves swimming, fishing, climbing trees and kits. Mythwing is interested in Two-legs and why they do the things they do. She also loves birds – she would love to be able to fly and likes brightly colored feathers!
History: Mythwing wasn't named 'Mythwing' for nothing! She was named 'Myth' because her parents didn't think she was going to be born, and 'wing' because of her interest in birds, feathers and flight.
When only a few moons old, Mythwing's (in this case, Mythkit's) younger brother, Fernkit, joined StarClan after a severe case of greencough. Mythwing now only has one brother, Nightflame, named after his night-dark (pitch black) pelt and glowing-green eyes which are as bright as flame.
Mythwing and Nightflame's mother is Skyfeather, and their father is Wildstorm. Skyfeather is similar to Mythwing, except that she has more white, paler tabby markings (which are golden), and grey-blue eyes. Wildstorm is a dappled silver tom with a black-tipped tail, dark paws and strong silver tabby markings on his forehead. Wildstorm also has fierce amber eyes.
RP: Mythkit and Nightkit crouched over Fernkit, whose breath was growing shallower and shallower. Fernkit's nose was running, crusted around the edges, and heat radiated off him like the heat of the sun off a sunning-stone.
I wouldn't be surprised if an adder came and curled-up beside my brother, Mythkit thought to herself reluctantly, he's so warm!... Stop thinking those terrible things, Mythkit, stop!
Mythkit sighed, he'll be alright ... I hope...
"Mythkit, Nightkit, away from Fernkit!" Skyfeather bounded up to her young and nosed them away from their now coughing brother, "don't you know better than to stay away from ill cats?!? You'll get sick too, you know!"
"But Fernkit loves our company!" Nightkit squeaked his rebuttal, "an-"
"What have you two done this time?" Wildstorm's voice had a tinge of sarcasm in it. He padded up to his mate and gazed at her, "how's the little one?"
"Worse."
Sadness washed over Wildstorm's face like a wave over a pebble.
Code words: Warrior cats rule
