Post by Wispeh-Kins on Apr 17, 2009 23:02:51 GMT -8
N a m e: Creamwhisker
G e n d e r: she-cat
A g e: 34 moons
C l a n: Lakeclan
R a n k: Queen
I m a g e: nerys.deviantart.com/art/Pretty-Kitty-43593451
F a m i l y: deceased
M a t e: Swiftpath
K i t s: Robinkit & Kestrelkit
C o m p a n i o n . I m a g e: missladylilac.deviantart.com/art/Dove-above-112285036
C o m p a n i o n:
Krin, the black and white miniature dove.
Q u i c k . P h y s i c a l:
Creamwhisker is a beautiful cream and white colored cat with stunning, bright blue eyes.
F u l l . P h y s i c a l:
First impressions make much of one’s view upon another. Creamwhisker, being one of the few former Lakeclan cats, is one of the most beautiful cats one would ever set eyes on. Her striking eyes resemble the calmed waves of the sea and give her a very gentile looking nature. She possessed a very bright smile and a soft calming purr that seems to always calm any cat down, even if only for a moment.
Beyond her eyes, she has white fur with outer layers of cream and light orange that blend delicately, covering her back, tail, feet, and main parts of her face. Her underbelly is a soft pure white, as well as a white ring around her neck that blends into the underbelly, that her mother used to describe it as a halo.
With the beauty that she undertakes some would believe that she once held the soft and pampered life of a kittypet, but only clan blood runs through her veins. Going down from many generations of cats, her family has always lived in Lakeclan, as long as Starclan can see.
Beneath her mid-length fur, she has a slender build or muscle and bones keeping her on the very light side. Through this though she has longer legs and larger paws making her great at hunting, once known as the best hunter in her clan, and agility and speed comes as a natural skill to her.
Through all her beauty, it is of no surprise why she has a mate.
P e r s o n a l i t y:
Creamwhisker has a very sweet and motherly personality. She treats all kits like her own, and all other cats like her own brothers or sisters. Though she loves all other cats like close family, none ever surpassed the love the burned within her for Swiftpath.
Getting her into much trouble, she takes in starving rouges and loners much quicker then other cats, not afraid to break a rule or two of the warrior code to help others, although her strong beliefs in Starclan.
Starclan has always guided her pawsteps, and she has always believed that everything happened for a reason. Even if that reason is unknown to the cats, Starclan have it planned, as long as you follow them.
H i s t o r y:
“Like the sun that awakens the day or the moon that shines through the night scaring away the darkness” Creampaw’s mother brushed her tail over the furry apprentice’s head while talking word of praise to other queens that lay nursing in the nursery. As sweet as the apprentice was, it was hard for her to go on with her mother treating her this way. Every word that she spoke was almost like a needle pinning her in every point.
“Mother, can I go play with Jupiterpaw?” she pleaded, slowly sliding out of her mothers grip. Her soft orange and white fur releasing from the pressure of her mothers coarse black fur. Her mother nodded and Creampaw sighed in relief. Jupiterpaw couldn’t help the fact that he wasn’t in his right mind all the time. Though her mother took it as he was the evil and she was the good, she hated it that way.
“Hey Jupiterpaw,” Creampaw purred whisking her tail from side to side, pushing the thoughts of their mother away. “Want to go get a mouse or two?” her high pitched voice almost echoing in his ears.
Jupiterpaw nodded slowly and followed Creampaw with his ears flat to his head; the mute, and blind cat had no chance of becoming a warrior. “I get to be a warrior today, Creampaw purred with pride trying to get his mind off of their mother. He hated her with very burning passion in his soul, only Creampaw knew so though. She was the only one that knew that if he ever got the chance he would kill her for treating him like the useless bag of fur.
A small sneeze escaped the apprentice’s mouth, and Creampaw couldn’t help a little giggle. “Hey Jupiterpaw, I think you can do it. Become a warrior I mean. I think you can truly become a great warrior if you really set your mind to it!” She purred leaping after a small mouse that tried to scurry out of sight, it was to late though and died in the jaws of the slender apprentice.
The small scraggly tom shrugged, then heaved a sigh he felt like his apprentice days would go straight to elder… never a warrior… never the leader that he had wanted to be as a kit. His mother has crushed all his dreams.
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“Let all cats able gather under the flatrock for a clan meeting!” The leader’s voice rose to a yowl sounded every which way through camp. Queens emerged with squiggling kits, warriors gathered, and even the elders made their way to center of Lakeclan camp.
“Creampaw, step forward.”
Pride and amazment flashed in Creampaw’s bright blue eyes. Each step closer seemed a harder breeth to take from the excitement that seemed to be bubbling beneath her pelt.
“Creampaw, you have trained under Brackenclaw, and have done well. You have made it known to lakeclan that you deserve your warrior name. Thereby, you shall now be known as Creamwhisker, for your loyalty, kindness, and love for Lakeclan.” The leader dipped his head, and Creamwhisker hers. She stepped back wearing her new name proudly, the name that would be with her for the rest of her days on earth and in Starclan.
“Creamwhisker! Creamwhisker!” the clan began to chant rising her name the sky above.
“Cream…” All went silent as a distant yowl of sorrow and plea came from afar… her mother’s yowl. Her fur rose on end and her mind flashed the images of the death that was bound to happen. Jupiterpaw had done it.
Leaping from the flatrock, Creamwhisker bounded off into the territory of Lakeclan, following the strong scent of blood.
“Jupiterpaw? Mother?” Creamwhisker yowled, though no reply came except the howling silence.
She followed the trail of blood, continuing on and on… there… Tears welled in her face as the mangled and torn body of her mother lay before her. Gashes in her sides, neck, paws, an ear was missing and white bones jagged out of the torn cats body. Glancing over to the left a smiling black cat sat gazing at the sight… No… imagining the sight… His sightless eyes sensing Creamwhisker, he dashed off. His black body disappearing into the shadows, and the clan never saw him again.
O v e r a l l:
(paragraph written on the special website / a paragraph summarizing your cat)
S a m p l e:
In a few other of meh bios… >.> I think Whisperkit’s and Mintkit. xD
C o d e . P h r a s e:Starlit Sorrows[/font]
Will work on it more later.
