Post by echowing on Sept 6, 2008 21:25:42 GMT -5
name_Echowing
nickname_Echo
age_24 moons
breed_Unknown
color_She's mostly dark gray with black stripes with white-tipped paws. Her eyes are a deep emerald color and she's had a connection with StarClan since she was very young.
gender_She-cat
alliance_WindClan
*personality_Echowing is brave and daring and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Even though she's quite opinionated, Echowing's a kind and good natured young cat.
*history_ As a kit, Echowing was very quiet, the opposite of her brother, Bearfang. She also was visited frequesntly by a young WIndClan apprentice named Wingpaw. The visits died out once she become a warrior, but Deerpaw advised her of many things. She grew up with her mother and brother in the WindClan nursery. Once she was around four moons old, she was introduced to Eagleheart, a SkyClan warrior. Who was her father. She was bewildered for a long time as to why her parents chose each other, but Bearfang was overjoyed. He lived in SkyClan from then on out, always watching his sister and mother from a distance. Echowing was torn by her brother's choice, but went on to become an apprenice. During her apprenticeship, she was witty and intellignet, a fast learner. On her first battle, which happened to be against SkyClan, she saw her brother for the first time in moons. The two looked very alike, but her brother was more aggresive and cold than what she rememberd. As time went on, her mentor, Barkpelt, passed away a few days after she became a warrior. She lives her life now, a loyal cat of WindClan.
*sample post_ Echowing trotted over to the meadow, her paws tingling with sheer joy. She spotted her brother, Bearfang, off in the distance and bounded over to him. "Bearfang," she exclaimed. "Oh, Echowing," he muttered. She scowled, he was acting so strange. "It's so good to see you. Is everything all right?" "Fine," he hissed, pain stinging his words. "What's wrong?" She demanded once more, her tail beginning to bristle. "It's father," she mewed gruffly, "He's dead." "E-Eageheart," she mewed, seeming to choke on her words. "Yes," That was the thing Bearfang said before he picked up his pigeon and padded off. Tears lining her eyes, she let her head and tail droop. She laid down in a crumpled heap in the soft meadow grass, sobs erupting from her.
*picture_http://www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Member%20Pictures/Bloodclan/Darkkit%20Bloodclan%20kit%20Warriors%20Tabby%20cats.jpg
nickname_Echo
age_24 moons
breed_Unknown
color_She's mostly dark gray with black stripes with white-tipped paws. Her eyes are a deep emerald color and she's had a connection with StarClan since she was very young.
gender_She-cat
alliance_WindClan
*personality_Echowing is brave and daring and isn't afraid to speak her mind. Even though she's quite opinionated, Echowing's a kind and good natured young cat.
*history_ As a kit, Echowing was very quiet, the opposite of her brother, Bearfang. She also was visited frequesntly by a young WIndClan apprentice named Wingpaw. The visits died out once she become a warrior, but Deerpaw advised her of many things. She grew up with her mother and brother in the WindClan nursery. Once she was around four moons old, she was introduced to Eagleheart, a SkyClan warrior. Who was her father. She was bewildered for a long time as to why her parents chose each other, but Bearfang was overjoyed. He lived in SkyClan from then on out, always watching his sister and mother from a distance. Echowing was torn by her brother's choice, but went on to become an apprenice. During her apprenticeship, she was witty and intellignet, a fast learner. On her first battle, which happened to be against SkyClan, she saw her brother for the first time in moons. The two looked very alike, but her brother was more aggresive and cold than what she rememberd. As time went on, her mentor, Barkpelt, passed away a few days after she became a warrior. She lives her life now, a loyal cat of WindClan.
*sample post_ Echowing trotted over to the meadow, her paws tingling with sheer joy. She spotted her brother, Bearfang, off in the distance and bounded over to him. "Bearfang," she exclaimed. "Oh, Echowing," he muttered. She scowled, he was acting so strange. "It's so good to see you. Is everything all right?" "Fine," he hissed, pain stinging his words. "What's wrong?" She demanded once more, her tail beginning to bristle. "It's father," she mewed gruffly, "He's dead." "E-Eageheart," she mewed, seeming to choke on her words. "Yes," That was the thing Bearfang said before he picked up his pigeon and padded off. Tears lining her eyes, she let her head and tail droop. She laid down in a crumpled heap in the soft meadow grass, sobs erupting from her.
*picture_http://www.freewebs.com/squirrel_star/Member%20Pictures/Bloodclan/Darkkit%20Bloodclan%20kit%20Warriors%20Tabby%20cats.jpg
