Post by Bulletstar on Jan 5, 2007 18:35:59 GMT -5
Name: Bulletstar
Gender: Tom
Age: 56 moons
Clan:WindClan
Personality: Bulletstar is a harsh, but gentle, tom. He trusts his clan with his heart and never accepts any mistakes. He loves the warrior code. Any cat even caught sniffing over the borderline and Bulletstar punishes them. He makes frequent visits to the nursury and loves seeing new kits.
Physical Description: Bulletstar is a pure black cat with ember eyes. The only hint of white is at one paw. He has strong muscles that ripple as he walks. He is reasonably scary, and most cats keep clear unless seeking help, or a mate.
History:
Bulletstar, then known as Nightkit, got his name when a Twoleg shot him in his leg while he was a kit when he got in the way of their hunting. He nearly died but eventually got nursed back to health.
Bulletpaw had a strong mentor, who died shortly after he was made into a warrior. He had no choice but to pursue the path StarClan had laid down for him, even giving him protophetic dreams.
Bulletfoot was a tough warrior who always obeyed the code. The deputy before him retired from old age, and he was the perfect candidate for the new deputy.
Bulletfoot was a trusted deputy. He was strong and always organised great patrols. He became the father of many kits during that time.
RP Example: Bulletstar rested in his den, mind whirring. It was only a few minutes ago when it was light, he was just plain Bulletfoot, always limping form the old injury, and carried his dead leader into the camp. In that short space of time, he became leader, recieved nine lives, and his name. He limped out and stood in the middle of the clearing. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under Moorstone!" he yowled. Instantly, his cats started gathering around Moorstone, whispering in hushed mews. "We have grave news," he indicated Firetail, who was sitting quietly wth her tail curled around her legs. "Our great leader has died. I will now take over. I have been to Moonstone and recieved my nine lives and name. I will now be known as Bulletstar." All cats were silent, then came a quiet chanting. "Bulletstar, Bulletstar." He leapt off Moorstone with ease, and went back to pacing in his den.
Gender: Tom
Age: 56 moons
Clan:WindClan
Personality: Bulletstar is a harsh, but gentle, tom. He trusts his clan with his heart and never accepts any mistakes. He loves the warrior code. Any cat even caught sniffing over the borderline and Bulletstar punishes them. He makes frequent visits to the nursury and loves seeing new kits.
Physical Description: Bulletstar is a pure black cat with ember eyes. The only hint of white is at one paw. He has strong muscles that ripple as he walks. He is reasonably scary, and most cats keep clear unless seeking help, or a mate.
History:
Bulletstar, then known as Nightkit, got his name when a Twoleg shot him in his leg while he was a kit when he got in the way of their hunting. He nearly died but eventually got nursed back to health.
Bulletpaw had a strong mentor, who died shortly after he was made into a warrior. He had no choice but to pursue the path StarClan had laid down for him, even giving him protophetic dreams.
Bulletfoot was a tough warrior who always obeyed the code. The deputy before him retired from old age, and he was the perfect candidate for the new deputy.
Bulletfoot was a trusted deputy. He was strong and always organised great patrols. He became the father of many kits during that time.
RP Example: Bulletstar rested in his den, mind whirring. It was only a few minutes ago when it was light, he was just plain Bulletfoot, always limping form the old injury, and carried his dead leader into the camp. In that short space of time, he became leader, recieved nine lives, and his name. He limped out and stood in the middle of the clearing. "All cats old enough to catch their own prey gather under Moorstone!" he yowled. Instantly, his cats started gathering around Moorstone, whispering in hushed mews. "We have grave news," he indicated Firetail, who was sitting quietly wth her tail curled around her legs. "Our great leader has died. I will now take over. I have been to Moonstone and recieved my nine lives and name. I will now be known as Bulletstar." All cats were silent, then came a quiet chanting. "Bulletstar, Bulletstar." He leapt off Moorstone with ease, and went back to pacing in his den.