Post by Froststar on Oct 9, 2006 23:56:18 GMT -5
Name Softwhisper
Gender Queen
Age 14 years
Position Elder
Clan SnowClan
Kin They are all dead apart from her son, Boundtail
Appearance Softwhisper is a grey, once beautiful queen, whose fur shimmers in the moonlight turning to a soft silvery colour. Her eyes which once sparkled with life are now slightly dulled over in age. Softwhisper is a small cat who looks meek and gentle, but has a tongue that can make even the fiercest warriors quake. One of her ears has a huge scar from a fight she got into when she was a warrior battling some rogues.
Personality Softwhisper’s name is contradictory to her nature as rather than being mild her tongue is like a whip and she is definitely not afraid to speak her mind. In the last few years Softwhisper has lost many good friends and the love of her life Swiftclaw which has hardened her into the bitter old cat she is now. Softwhisper has been through much and being the only elder in all of the clans tends to go on and on about the old days in a monotone to any unsuspecting cat who is naïve enough to ask her questions. She has a lonely time at most of the gatherings but has a few old friends and apprentices that she talks to. Her opinion is greatly valued in many important decisions to do with clan custom.
History Softwhisper was not always the bitter old cat she is now. She was raised in SnowClan when the great leader Wildstar {what a name!} was still alive. As a kit, an apprentice and even a young warrior she was very quiet, hence her name. She has seen it all rogues attacking, clans fighting, the suicide of Doomstar and she is likely to see much, much more. She fell in love with Swiftclaw when they were both young warriors (one day she just woke up and saw him in a different light) they had one kit Boundkit who is now a senior warrior in his clan. One day Boundtail came up to both of his parents when he was 24 moons and they were 5 years old and said that he couldn’t handle the pressure in this clan and was leaving. About 5 years after this there were sighting of rogues on the edge of their territory and Swiftclaw brave warrior that he was, was one of a few cats who went to fight them in this battle according to friends of Swiftclaw him and the leader of the rogues were fighting so fiercely they disappeared from the sight of the others. Swiftclaw’s body was never found and to this day Softwhisper still hopes he is still alive somewhere. Shortly after this four of Softwhisper’s closest and oldest friends passed away. After this set of terrible events Softwhisper reclined into herself and pushed away all of the cats that cared about her. A year passed before Softwhisper’s mourning period passed and she started to talk some more and go back to gatherings…
I.C. Softwhisper selected a plump rabbit from the fresh kill pile and dragged it over to where she normally ate. She looked up to see Swiftclaw stalking over. “I despise that Redpaw, he had me running all around the forest looking for him,” he spat. “But he’s an apprentice,” Softwhisper protested. “I’m glad he’s not mine,” he said. “Come on maybe going hunting will make you feel better,” she said. “Alright I suppose I could,” he agreed his voice sounding bored but his eyes full of mirth. “Beat you to the clearing!” she challenged, bounding off. He laughed and followed her. “A short way ahead of him Softwhisper smiled, the love of her life was almost hers.
*
Softwhisper snuck through the thick reeds, stalking the plump water vole ahead of her. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration a her claws were already un-flexed to catch the vole by surprise and end it’s miserable life before it realised death had come to claim it. “Mrow!” a scruffy looking FrostClanner bowled out of the undergrowth knocking her to the ground. Softwhisper flicked around and stood up, ears flat against her head, hackles raised. “Who are you!” she snarled. “I am your doom!” the other cat bellowed and fell over convulsing in laughter. “Sniffing him from a distance Softwhisper caught a familiar smell. Turning to the FrostClanner she turned her head to one side and questioned….
“Where is the catnip?”
Codeword NI!
Gender Queen
Age 14 years
Position Elder
Clan SnowClan
Kin They are all dead apart from her son, Boundtail
Appearance Softwhisper is a grey, once beautiful queen, whose fur shimmers in the moonlight turning to a soft silvery colour. Her eyes which once sparkled with life are now slightly dulled over in age. Softwhisper is a small cat who looks meek and gentle, but has a tongue that can make even the fiercest warriors quake. One of her ears has a huge scar from a fight she got into when she was a warrior battling some rogues.
Personality Softwhisper’s name is contradictory to her nature as rather than being mild her tongue is like a whip and she is definitely not afraid to speak her mind. In the last few years Softwhisper has lost many good friends and the love of her life Swiftclaw which has hardened her into the bitter old cat she is now. Softwhisper has been through much and being the only elder in all of the clans tends to go on and on about the old days in a monotone to any unsuspecting cat who is naïve enough to ask her questions. She has a lonely time at most of the gatherings but has a few old friends and apprentices that she talks to. Her opinion is greatly valued in many important decisions to do with clan custom.
History Softwhisper was not always the bitter old cat she is now. She was raised in SnowClan when the great leader Wildstar {what a name!} was still alive. As a kit, an apprentice and even a young warrior she was very quiet, hence her name. She has seen it all rogues attacking, clans fighting, the suicide of Doomstar and she is likely to see much, much more. She fell in love with Swiftclaw when they were both young warriors (one day she just woke up and saw him in a different light) they had one kit Boundkit who is now a senior warrior in his clan. One day Boundtail came up to both of his parents when he was 24 moons and they were 5 years old and said that he couldn’t handle the pressure in this clan and was leaving. About 5 years after this there were sighting of rogues on the edge of their territory and Swiftclaw brave warrior that he was, was one of a few cats who went to fight them in this battle according to friends of Swiftclaw him and the leader of the rogues were fighting so fiercely they disappeared from the sight of the others. Swiftclaw’s body was never found and to this day Softwhisper still hopes he is still alive somewhere. Shortly after this four of Softwhisper’s closest and oldest friends passed away. After this set of terrible events Softwhisper reclined into herself and pushed away all of the cats that cared about her. A year passed before Softwhisper’s mourning period passed and she started to talk some more and go back to gatherings…
I.C. Softwhisper selected a plump rabbit from the fresh kill pile and dragged it over to where she normally ate. She looked up to see Swiftclaw stalking over. “I despise that Redpaw, he had me running all around the forest looking for him,” he spat. “But he’s an apprentice,” Softwhisper protested. “I’m glad he’s not mine,” he said. “Come on maybe going hunting will make you feel better,” she said. “Alright I suppose I could,” he agreed his voice sounding bored but his eyes full of mirth. “Beat you to the clearing!” she challenged, bounding off. He laughed and followed her. “A short way ahead of him Softwhisper smiled, the love of her life was almost hers.
*
Softwhisper snuck through the thick reeds, stalking the plump water vole ahead of her. Her eyes were narrowed in concentration a her claws were already un-flexed to catch the vole by surprise and end it’s miserable life before it realised death had come to claim it. “Mrow!” a scruffy looking FrostClanner bowled out of the undergrowth knocking her to the ground. Softwhisper flicked around and stood up, ears flat against her head, hackles raised. “Who are you!” she snarled. “I am your doom!” the other cat bellowed and fell over convulsing in laughter. “Sniffing him from a distance Softwhisper caught a familiar smell. Turning to the FrostClanner she turned her head to one side and questioned….
“Where is the catnip?”
Codeword NI!
