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 Posted: Wed Aug 17, 2011 9:28 am
 . : About Me : . My name is Tenderfoot.
I'm a proud member of Seaclan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm OLD!! 24 moons(?).
I'm a Warrior.
My kin include None. . : A Little Bit More : . My favorite things!
∞ Sunbathing
∞ Toms
∞ Relaxation
∞ Compliments, especially those relating to her looking young
My least favorite things...
∞ Insults
∞ Elders
∞ Obnoxiousness
∞ Not having enough attention
∞ Being called old
∞ BEING OLD! crying
And, my fears.
∞ Getting old...er
∞ Being rejected
∞ Dying without love
∞ Being injured . : Getting Personal : . I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
Although she's usually kind to other warriors, her distaste for kits space her apart from most she-cats. To her vain mind, finding a mate that would rather put their attention on her, rather than creating whining little balls of fluff would be ideal. Although she finds pleasure in flirting with any tom she meets, she takes her time to strut about camp, making a show of how 'amazing' her fishing skills are.
As she grew older, she matured...somewhat.. She's more affectionate towards kits, although she envies their youth. Her new goal is to find a tom to 'settle down with'. She'd like to have kits before she becomes an elder. The thought of how old she is brings water to her eyes, so she tends to act young. Even though her hips still shimmy the way they did when she was a newly named warrior, she still considers herself old as dirt and likes to be told that she doesn't seem it at all. She's extremely hyper-critical of her age, due to the fact that she had made hardly any progress with finding a mate.
It's what I am, like it or not.
Her pelt has a base of cream and would be what most would describe as silk-like. There's light hints of dark stripes on her front-legs and tail. Her smooth, emerald green gaze complimented her creamy pelt to its fullest. Her tall was a tad long for her age and it tended to sway elegantly as she moved. For a she-cat, most considered her gorgeous, though none thought more highly of her than herself.
My history, don't go poking around!
Tenderfoot grew up an only kit, getting most of the attention from her parents. The other kits always stole attention from her though, with their consistent mewing and constant bickering. Her mother had attempted to encourage her to 'play fight' with another kit when she was reaching the age of apprenticeship. The simple idea of it almost made her vomit. By the time she was apprenticed she had always enjoyed the attention of her mentor, whom she would constantly 'test' him with silly things that she did. Then again, that wasn't too long ago. Her first few moons as a warrior were just beginning.
As she grew as a warrior, her intelligence didn't change, but her views were slightly altered. She grew more tolerant of kits and of she-cats. That being said, she's still just as obsessed with toms and 'love'. Through her moons, she began questioning herself as a she-cat, seeing as she hadn't found a mate yet. I mean, she was TENDERFOOT for Starclan's sake, if she couldn't find love, then life would be a hopeless void.
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Posted: Fri Aug 26, 2011 8:25 pm
 . : About Me : .My name is Beautykit.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a she-cat, I should know.
I'm 5 moons.
I'm a kit.
My kin include none.. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
♬Being with friends
♬The beauty of nature
My least favorite things...
♬Anyone who is rude or mean or anything 'ugly'
♬Beauty over brains
And, my fears.
♬Dying before I've accomplished my goal
♬Death in general. : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am a very happy cat, who enjoys life, as long as no one is mean. I don't enjoy fighting, but I would do it for my Clan. I don't like how most cats only see my beauty, instead of how kind or caring or smart I might be. My goal in life is to show everyone that beauty is inside, not just outside.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I look like a purebred Snowshoe cat. I have bright blue eyes and short fur. I have brown points on my face, tail, and paws. My paws have 'shoes' of white over the points. My tail is long and tapering. There's a little white triangle on my nose. I am a very attractive cat, hence my name.
My history, don't go poking around!
Most of my history is actually my parents. My father drowned (I know, we're supposed to know how to swim and all, but he had a paralyzing fear of water, something that happened when he was a kit or something, and so he couldn't swim), and my mother was a very head-strong warrior who went into battle while I was still in the nursery, and her wounds were too bad to heal. Some other queen has taken me in. I can't wait to be an apprentice...! I'll show those tom apprentices, who think I'm only beauty and no brains, who's the best!
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Posted: Mon Sep 19, 2011 10:42 am
 . : About Me : .My name is Ceruleangaze.
I'm a proud member of SeaClan.
I'm a tom, I should know.
I'm 29 moons.
I'm a warrior.
My kin include N/A (open~).. : A Little Bit More : .My favorite things!
♈Hunting
♈Patrolling
♈Helping my Clan!
♈Cool breezes
♈The cold, actually!
My least favorite things...
♈Heights
♈Fire
♈Hot days
♈Being just another warrior
And, my fears.
♈Dying an ignoble death
♈Not being able to serve my Clan to my fullest potential . : Getting Personal : .I'm not going to change, it's who I am.
I am quiet and thoughtful. I tend to be shy around she-cats, always unsure what they may think of me. When it comes to protecting my Clan, I am fierce and would do anything. I am kind and keen to others' emotions. Though I would fight moons worth of loud, terrifying battles for SeaClan, I prefer cool, quiet mornings, just enjoying life.
It's what I am, like it or not.
I am a striking light silver tabby. My eyes are a dark cerulean, which gave me my name. My body is lithe and I'm not as muscular as most toms. My chin, belly and tail tip are white. My nose and paw paws are pink. I am slightly small, and my body build can make me seem more like a she-cat than a tom. I have slightly heavy paws, good for fighting, and most of my strength is in them.
My history, don't go poking around!
As a small kit in a nursery, I witnessed a slain warrior dragged into camp. He was greatly respected for serving his Clan to the fullest, up til the very end. Though I never met him, he became my role model. Play fights with my siblings were early training for me. Pouncing on balls of moss was more training. When I became Ceruleanpaw, I worked my tail off to become a great warrior. But I've found being able to fight and hunt doesn't make a cat a great warrior; your other actions affect your status. I am struggling to be the best I can for my Clan, both in hunting and such, and in kindness and justice.
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