Post by trissea on Jul 21, 2008 16:45:32 GMT -5
They call me: Pebble for my tabby fur, star for my rank. I was once Pebblefoot.
They know I'm a: Tom, because I'm so bold.
I've seen: 44 moons, all of mistrust.
I live in: WindClan, and if you didn't know, stop asking questions.
I live as : a Leader, and I earned it.
What you See:
Large; I'm nothing like my sisters, Morningdove and Cloudgaze. I'm a large cat, larger than most, with broad shoulders, large paws, a long tail, and a sharp, angular profile.
Handsome; Most cats would say I'm a looker, but I disagree. I can understand what they mean, though... I have medium-length, dark tan tabby fur, lined with rich, darker stripes that curl down from my eyes like tears. My eyes are an unreal shade of pale green, matching those of my mother and sister.
What you Don't see:
Mistrustful; I don't trust other cats very much, if at all. Ever since my mate left me to be a loner, I know that other cats are shallow and unproductive. They care only for themselves; they don't ask important questions, like who are we?, and why are we here? I don't belong with them and so I don't speak to them. I only open up to Morningdove, who is the first and only cat to understand me when I speak.
Kind; Despite this I'm too kind for my own good. I love kits, I like to meet other Clancats, and I find them less shallow than my own Clan, for a strange reason. I have never enjoyed fighting, but hunting is my passion- although when I make a kill I make sure to thank my warrior ancestors for the prey.
Logical; I am a straightforward cat who speaks my mind. If something is happening that I dissapprove of, I'll make it known, and if a cat gets on my nerves, they'll know about it. I don't gossip; if something bothers me about another cat I'll tell them and not some other cat.
Where I've Been: Pebblekit; I was fun... As a kit, I was mischevious, more so than my siblings. I loved pranks, and I loved to play. I was protective over my sisters and my mother, and I, being born a few moments before either of them, found myself responsible for them at all times, due to a missing father.
Pebblepaw; I was in love... My mentor's name was Jaycall, and she was beautiful. She knew it, too. She was a white cat with tabby markings, and she taught me well enough. By the time I was ready to become a warrior I admitted my feelings for her, and she, shockingly enough, admitted that she felt strongly for me, as well.
Pebblefoot; I was betrayed... Jaycall met a loner, Streak, on the border. She told me about him, but assured me that I was the one she loved, so I decided not to think about it. This lasted for about a moon until she told me she was leaving, to be a loner, with Streak. She didn't even apologize- she just disappeared, leaving me broken-hearted, and ever since then I devote myself to the Clan's well-being and don't speak much, if at all.
Opalgaze; mother, deceased [greencough]
Silverstep; father, deceased [infected wound]
Yellowstep; sister, alive [WindClan warrior]
Cloudgaze; sister, alive [WindClan warrior, named after their late mother]
Jaycall; former mentor/mate, alive [loner, mate of Streak]
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This is Me:The air was thick and humid, and the brown tomcat could almost taste the humidity rising. He knew it would rain, and being so far from camp at this time would mean he would get very wet- but he could care less. Rain was good. Being far from camp was also good- less cats, less noise...just less. He slunk along in the failing light, near the twoleg border, checking every few moments the sky. He could scent the kittypets and their twolegs, and even the gardens the twolegs kept, but the most alarming thing he could scent was smoke. If there was fire, it would spread into ThunderClan territory first- and even though the brown tabby tom liked to think other cats were obsolete, he cared for his Clan as well as he knew how, and a fire could be life-threatening for the youngest and oldest cats of his Clan.
He followed the scent of smoke to the edge of the border, closer than he dared to go before. He could see through the trees a twoleg house and a small dog, not harmful but probably loud. The smoke here was high- he could barely see it through the treetops- and at his level, he could feel the mist retreating. Mist. He almost laughed- this wasn't mist, it was practically sweat. In fact, in the rising heat, it did look like the earth was sweating. Pebblestar snarled softly and scrambled up a birch tree, settling on a branch about high enough to see the entire twoleg den. The top of the den had been burnt to cinders already, and on the edges he could see glowing embers. The inside, from what he could see, was blackened by ash, but the fire was in the garden and the back of the nest, facing the ThunderClan border. He watched for a moment, as the flames licked up the greenery, and then once the smoke reached him and began to make his greenish-tinted orbs water, he shook his head. I need to get back to camp.
But he couldn't make himself move- the small dog was barking loudly, and there was a noise in the distance that made his fur prickle in fear. It was a loud noise, high-pitched, unnatrual. Like the wailing of a dying cat, but it lasted too long, and it was getting closer and closer. Suddenly, he was seeing blood everywhere. No, not blood, he realized with a hiss, flattening his ears- red. Everything was turning red. An enormous monster roared towards the nest, and the young tom shrank back against the bark of the tree behind him. Twolegs climbed out of the monster, carrying a snake. It couldn't be a snake, it wasn't fighting them, and it was so big, so long. What was that thing? It suddenly began to squirt water from it's maw, ending the fire in a few heartbeats.
The confused, now-smoky tom just shook his head. I'll never understand twolegs, he decided, but he stayed put. Through the smoke above him he could see Silverpelt beginning to peek through, twinkling and glittering in the dark sky. Are you up there, Silverstep? A single star seemed to glimmer in answer, but Pebblestar knew better than to hope. He turned his head, greenish eyes still watering from smoke, his pupils widening as he looked back into the deep forest.
I love- N/A
The secret:Leaf Whisperings
OOC- *headdesk* what's wrong with me? It's so SHORT!!! >{
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