Post by Blizzardstar on Jul 27, 2013 2:06:06 GMT -5
Name: Blizzardstar
Age: 60 at death, 228 now. The reason she hasn't faded yet is because of her importance.
Rank: Leader
Gender: Female
Appearance: Blizzardstar is a huge, muscular she-cat. Her pelt is long, and her fur is pure white in coloring. Her eyes are a pale blue, and she's lucky she wasn't born deaf. Blizzardstar's claws are very long, and she has a lot of fur in her ears. Her tail is long and feathery.
Personality: Blizzardstar has a bit of a twisted personality. She finds horrible, dark things to be funny, and yet is overall a pretty nice cat with a strong bloodlust. She absolutely loves her idea, the Warrior Games, and leads the cats to the landmark that the specified leader decides on at the night of the Gathering. She enjoys watching the shocked faces of the cats who are chosen, loves prancing to the territory. Blizzardstar could easily be called crazy, but if you speak to her on a serious matter, she will act as sane as any normal cat.
Opinion on the Games: She created them and has yet to get bored of them!
History:
Blizzardkit. Wee little Blizzardkit was a cute, sweet little thing. She was happy as could be, playing mindlessly with other kittens.
The last battle for many, many, many moons, however, was fought before little Blizzardkit's eyes. She watched her mother be shred to pieces, watch her father begin to distance himself from her, watched her happy life be torn apart.
A cliche history? Why, yes, unfortunately. However, this is indeed Blizzardstar's.
As an apprentice, Blizzardpaw grew to love battle. She'd accidentally claw a few Clanmates during training at times, and though she apologized, she secretly loved the adrenaline rush, the feeling of skin ripping beneath her claws. She wanted what pretty much anyone would want in her situation: Revenge. She wanted to murder the cat who caused her life to go to the Dark Forest at such a young age.
She became Blizzardstrike.
Time passed. By the time she was around 48 moons old, Blizzardstrike had become Blizzardstar.
Two moons passed. Blizzardstar had seen something. The Clans were lazy, and the last battle had been fought about 47 moons in the past. That was far too long; it was completely abnormal for several feral cat Clans. The Clans were practically becoming full of pudgy, comfortable little kittypets.
"It's not right," Blizzardstar complained to her deputy as she paced her den, claws unsheathed.
"It's wonderful, actually," her deputy had replied with a purr, licking his belly fur after.
"You fool! This isn't what the Clans are supposed to be like! Get out of my den!" Blizzardstar had hissed. The younger tom leaped, bounding out of her den. Blizzardstar spent the rest of the night thinking, plotting...
The next morning was that of the gathering. Blizzardstar announced her idea: The Warrior Games. It was ridiculed by many, and praised by many.
StarClan stated their approval, not realizing that Blizzardstar's true intent was to kill the cats in the Games. She'd made it sound like competition where any cat hurt would be taken out and disqualified. She had, however, been vague, though she knew exactly what would happen; the games would start out gentle and good-natured, but as time went by, things would get more and more competitive.
And they did. Blizzardstar was right. She'd won.
Those first Games, Blizzardstar picked cats from all the Clans. She made sure that the tom who killed her mother, although he was almost an elder at this point, was chosen. She knew he didn't stand a chance.
Blizzardstar was right again. Her lifelong desires had been fulfilled. She lived about 10 moons longer, saw 10 more games.
Blizzardstar roams both StarClan and the Dark Forest because it was never really decided where she truly belongs.
Future: She leads the games.
Other:
Age: 60 at death, 228 now. The reason she hasn't faded yet is because of her importance.
Rank: Leader
Gender: Female
Appearance: Blizzardstar is a huge, muscular she-cat. Her pelt is long, and her fur is pure white in coloring. Her eyes are a pale blue, and she's lucky she wasn't born deaf. Blizzardstar's claws are very long, and she has a lot of fur in her ears. Her tail is long and feathery.
Personality: Blizzardstar has a bit of a twisted personality. She finds horrible, dark things to be funny, and yet is overall a pretty nice cat with a strong bloodlust. She absolutely loves her idea, the Warrior Games, and leads the cats to the landmark that the specified leader decides on at the night of the Gathering. She enjoys watching the shocked faces of the cats who are chosen, loves prancing to the territory. Blizzardstar could easily be called crazy, but if you speak to her on a serious matter, she will act as sane as any normal cat.
Opinion on the Games: She created them and has yet to get bored of them!
History:
Blizzardkit. Wee little Blizzardkit was a cute, sweet little thing. She was happy as could be, playing mindlessly with other kittens.
The last battle for many, many, many moons, however, was fought before little Blizzardkit's eyes. She watched her mother be shred to pieces, watch her father begin to distance himself from her, watched her happy life be torn apart.
A cliche history? Why, yes, unfortunately. However, this is indeed Blizzardstar's.
As an apprentice, Blizzardpaw grew to love battle. She'd accidentally claw a few Clanmates during training at times, and though she apologized, she secretly loved the adrenaline rush, the feeling of skin ripping beneath her claws. She wanted what pretty much anyone would want in her situation: Revenge. She wanted to murder the cat who caused her life to go to the Dark Forest at such a young age.
She became Blizzardstrike.
Time passed. By the time she was around 48 moons old, Blizzardstrike had become Blizzardstar.
Two moons passed. Blizzardstar had seen something. The Clans were lazy, and the last battle had been fought about 47 moons in the past. That was far too long; it was completely abnormal for several feral cat Clans. The Clans were practically becoming full of pudgy, comfortable little kittypets.
"It's not right," Blizzardstar complained to her deputy as she paced her den, claws unsheathed.
"It's wonderful, actually," her deputy had replied with a purr, licking his belly fur after.
"You fool! This isn't what the Clans are supposed to be like! Get out of my den!" Blizzardstar had hissed. The younger tom leaped, bounding out of her den. Blizzardstar spent the rest of the night thinking, plotting...
The next morning was that of the gathering. Blizzardstar announced her idea: The Warrior Games. It was ridiculed by many, and praised by many.
StarClan stated their approval, not realizing that Blizzardstar's true intent was to kill the cats in the Games. She'd made it sound like competition where any cat hurt would be taken out and disqualified. She had, however, been vague, though she knew exactly what would happen; the games would start out gentle and good-natured, but as time went by, things would get more and more competitive.
And they did. Blizzardstar was right. She'd won.
Those first Games, Blizzardstar picked cats from all the Clans. She made sure that the tom who killed her mother, although he was almost an elder at this point, was chosen. She knew he didn't stand a chance.
Blizzardstar was right again. Her lifelong desires had been fulfilled. She lived about 10 moons longer, saw 10 more games.
Blizzardstar roams both StarClan and the Dark Forest because it was never really decided where she truly belongs.
Future: She leads the games.
Other:
