Post by wolfclaw on Mar 24, 2007 19:17:27 GMT -5
Sleetstorm
Gender: Male
Clan: RavenClan (nomadic)
Rank: Warrior
History: Sleetstorm was born into an unknown tribe of cats. He was secretly friends with a lone cat, who wasn't part of any tribe, group of rouges, or clan. The cat did not even tell him her name. The tribe discovered this and exiled Sleetstorm, killing his friend. Now, Sleetstorm has a deep hatred for his former tribe, and was taken in by a nomadic clan that traveled near the moutains.
Image: www.langefoundation.com/cats.h38.jpg
Personality: Although friendly, he despises his former tribe. He knew he broke one of the tribe's rules, but he was in love with the lone cat. Since then, he swore not to love any other cat, but still thinks of the loner. Due to this he is a fierce fighter, extremely loyal. He'd fight to the death for RavenClan. He can take good care of others.
IC: "No, don't!" Sleet-of-Cold-Winter shrieked. But it was already too late. Blast-of-Howling-Gale leaped up and pointed his claws at the loner. He slammed down onto the grass, while tearing open the loner's throat. Blood splattered the night. Sleet gasped in horror at what his tribe leader did to the love of his life.
"You!" hissed Gale, heaving. "You break law of our tribe, by loving this wanderer! You are not welcome here, Sleet-of-Cold-Winter." Sleet's horror and sorrow turned into rage and anger.
"Fine!" he spat. Without another word, he turned and ran away from the staring tribe, only glancing back to look at the unmoving body of the lone she-cat, his love. For days and nights he ran and ran, and soon came across a group of cats. Their leader, Silverstar called it RavenClan. Although fitting in and being accepted was hard, Sleet-of-Cold-Winter became a warrior, Sleetstorm. And he had been there ever since...
Gender: Male
Clan: RavenClan (nomadic)
Rank: Warrior
History: Sleetstorm was born into an unknown tribe of cats. He was secretly friends with a lone cat, who wasn't part of any tribe, group of rouges, or clan. The cat did not even tell him her name. The tribe discovered this and exiled Sleetstorm, killing his friend. Now, Sleetstorm has a deep hatred for his former tribe, and was taken in by a nomadic clan that traveled near the moutains.
Image: www.langefoundation.com/cats.h38.jpg
Personality: Although friendly, he despises his former tribe. He knew he broke one of the tribe's rules, but he was in love with the lone cat. Since then, he swore not to love any other cat, but still thinks of the loner. Due to this he is a fierce fighter, extremely loyal. He'd fight to the death for RavenClan. He can take good care of others.
IC: "No, don't!" Sleet-of-Cold-Winter shrieked. But it was already too late. Blast-of-Howling-Gale leaped up and pointed his claws at the loner. He slammed down onto the grass, while tearing open the loner's throat. Blood splattered the night. Sleet gasped in horror at what his tribe leader did to the love of his life.
"You!" hissed Gale, heaving. "You break law of our tribe, by loving this wanderer! You are not welcome here, Sleet-of-Cold-Winter." Sleet's horror and sorrow turned into rage and anger.
"Fine!" he spat. Without another word, he turned and ran away from the staring tribe, only glancing back to look at the unmoving body of the lone she-cat, his love. For days and nights he ran and ran, and soon came across a group of cats. Their leader, Silverstar called it RavenClan. Although fitting in and being accepted was hard, Sleet-of-Cold-Winter became a warrior, Sleetstorm. And he had been there ever since...
