Post by Mysti on Jun 22, 2008 17:53:49 GMT -5
;;V i o l e t .x. s t r e a m;;
"A time bomb, tick, tick, tick..." Otter, Dark Battle
"A time bomb, tick, tick, tick..." Otter, Dark Battle
Age[/blockquote]
Thirty three moons
Gender
She-cat
Clan
RiverClan
Rank
Warrior
Exterior.
[/color][/center]Summary
Violetstream is a blue gray cat, her pelt tinged with a strange violet color. Her amber gaze flickers in the sunlight, full of wisdom and joy. She is a small cat, her paws small and delicate. She is a good hunter, and is deft and nimble in fights, quickly unbalncing her opponent.
Pelt
Violetstream's pelt is an odd one, for she earned her name for it. Same as Bluestar, her pelt was the typical blue gray of Russian Blues. There's only one difference. Nearly blending in with the rich colour of her coat, strange flicker of violet rests there. It shimmers when her pelt is drenched with the river water and it simply shines when she rests in the sun, basking. It is a thick pelt, nearly a mouse length long, thick and nearly oily, like all RiverClan cats.
Eye
Violetstream's eyes are a cool shade of amber, flickering in the light like a lightning bug. Sometimes they shimmer with excitement, other times with determined fear. They flash furiously when she's angry, and when she's in peace, the glitter hopefully at the stars. They are large and clear eyes, with a dark line of black around them. Emotions spurt through them like a river through a poorly built dam, unlike her siblings who's emotions are carefully masked. One thing is for sure. They are never dull.
Body
She is a small cat. She looks almost gossamer, like the tiniest web. One would be afraid to touch her, as if terrified of breaking her. True, thin, wirey muscles run beneath her pelt built for hunting, but she is more of strategy then of strength. It is a test of skills of the mind, not the strength of the cat to her. Her small, delicate paws sink into the ground with ease as she stalks to mouse that her Clan so desperately needs at times, or, carefree, she runs after a squirrel, not making a single noise as the threat bares upon it. Her claws are finely sheathed, hard and brittle unlike the rest of her. They are a thin grey colour so they blend with the rest of her pelt. Her tail is long and thin like an adder, not as dangerous though. Her long legs and thin body lead many to believe that she is not a Clan cat, but she is.
Special
Three diagonal scars run across her stomach from an old badger wound.
Interior.
[/color][/center]Summary
Violetstream has three faces. Determination is the first. Optimism, som would call it, but to most it is confidence. On one of these days, confidence and determination strengthens her body as she feels the rouch ground beneath her paws as she swiftly kills the prey that she had been so desperately seeking. The thin sheets of cold water do not bother her as the fish underneath her paws flails around hopelessly, and it shudders as she snaps it's neck. She figures out battle plans and thinks of her mentor. 'What would Ebonyfur do, would she...' constantly. The second face is insanity. Many say that she is like a mix of her siblings. The calmness of her brother, yet the bubbliness of her sister. She struts about, reveling her wirey muscles and showing off. Taking delusional dares and wit cracking. This is what her insanity is about. Ah, sweet peace. The third and last of the rollercoaster of emotions. As she flits from choices two to one, peace envelopes her, washing into every sense of her body, tingling at everey cell and every nerve, telling it to relax, to enjoy the peace. She is a calm ocean, rythmically beating against the beach as the waves touch the golden pale sand. She can switch from each face rapidly. As my dear 'friend' Otter says, she is a time bomb, waiting to go off. She may be in a faze of peace when she snaps up and immediately wants to hunt or go on a border patrol or help or hang about.
Positive
Good hunter
Relies on strategy
Plans well
Silly
Peaceful (most of the time)
Negative
Couldn't tell a juniper berry from a deathberry for her life (literally)
Weighs little- easily knocked off balance
Finds it hard to pay attention
Shy
Ambitious
Likes and Dislikes
Likes:
Berries (as long as she has someone to inspect them)
Fish
Swimming
Dreams
Her family
Winter
Spring
Herself (she's not vane- she sees no point in not liking herself for who she is!)
Dares
Danger
Fighting (even if she loses)
darkness
Dislikes
Rejection
Fear
Being alone
Being with too many cats
Twolegs
The forest
Monsters
Light
Gatherings
History.
[/color][/center]Story
Violetstream's mother, Moonflower, was to call her Lightningkit, for her lightning sharp reflexes. But her father, Sharptooth, disagreed. He thought that Shimmerkit, or Glitterkit would fit her, for her gleaming coat. They fought over it, until finally the medicine cat kicked in and said, 'What about Violetkit?' and thus they named her Violetkit.
As she grew older her parents saw that she had a knack for planning things perefectly, with almost no loopholes. They never caught her when she snuck out with Mallowkit and Stormkit. (Later Mallowleaf and Stormfeather). Stormkit was the leader of their group, although Mallowkit fought for the position, but in the end it was Stormkit. Violetkit planned, Mallowkit checked, and Stormkit led. All of the jobs they were suited for. During their adventures, Mallowkit began to eat some darkly berries, later to get sick and nearly die. They were to change her name, but they never did. Yewkit, they could have called her, but no. It was Mallowkit, through and through.
When they were apprenticed, Violetpaw was mentored by Ebonyfur. Ebonyfur was her own aunt, and it was her first time training. Ebonyfur was nearly as excited as Violetpaw. She taught Violetpaw much, and StarClan knows that Ebonyfur learned from Violetpaw also.
As soon as she was granted a warrior name, a great disaster fell upon the Clan. On the dawn patrol (Ebonyfur, Violetstream, and Nightowl) they were attacked by a ravenous badger who laid her claws upon Ebonyfur and ripped her apart. Blood had trickled down her side like tears of red. Nightowl and Violetstream had to carry her back o the cap. It was a tragedy for Violetstream. She always hated badgers and was never afraid to die killing one. 'If I see another badger, it may kill me. But it'll go with me, straight to the Place of no Stars!' She always vowed.
Birth
It was a difficult birth. She was born on the halfmoon, without a medicine cat. Her mother dragged herself into the forest and gave birth herself. Her fourth kit, Swallowkit, died.
Dreams
Kill a badger
Liveup to her mentors memory
Serve her Clan in every way possible
Learn to fight with strength
Other.
[/color][/center]Codeword[/size]
No smiles, literate talk
Author's note
Instersting charrie, eh?
