GRAYSNOW...

[Thornshadow]

NAME: Graysnow
ALIASES: Graysnow
SEX: Female
ORIENTATION: o.O... Straight.
AGE: Since I'm too lazy to count the months, three years.
CLAN: RiverClan
POSITION: Warrior

APPEARANCE:

Graysnow is a smaller she-cat in size with those light blue eyes you see in the image above. They are slightly ticked with darker blue, but it is hardly visible. Her gray fur shines very bright in the light, as you see in the picture also. You can see the faintest traces of stripes in her gray pelt. Going for the tails and ears... well, the ears are medium length and are formed like any normal cat, while her tail is long and slightly fluffy. You might say they remind you of cirrus clouds. Either way, for the paws... they are small and great for leaping around and being agile, for even if Graysnow is a RiverClanner, she is surprisingly fast. Graysnow has learned the avantages of being quick on her feet, so she doesn't stuff herself with the plentiful fish as many RiverClanners may do. Her claws are long and sharp, often being released to threaten a bad slashing to your face if you tease her. If you are looking at her build, why yes, even though Graysnow is small she has a good amount of muscles; well muscled, you might say. Graysnow works very hard and toils long in her work. However, we are getting quite off the subject of her appearance, so I will continue on to her scars. Graysnow has a long white scar on her left flank, but it is well hidden beneath her thick fur. A few small nicks can be found on her ears, while one of her hind thighs sometimes limps due to a past injury. What was that injury, you might ask? Well, let's just say it's a gash. We'll save where and how for the history.

PERSONALITY:

Graysnow has quite a unique personality that controdicts itself. It all depends on her mood. One day, Graysnow can be happy and giddy, while another day she might be grumbling off and her mind is fogged up. I guess you can label her as moody or dramatic. This is what makes her a bit difficult to describe in her personality. However many moods she has, though, Graysnow will always be wise, understanding, and clever. That is the basis of her personality; the three things she will never lose. Those are the three things that define Graysnow and how people recognize her. Sure, sometimes Graysnow can seem unwise, but she knows what she's doing and may even beat herself up the next day, punishing herself. Sure, she can choose the wrong choices or be snappy to another, but that's life, k? Graysnow may tend to go emo on you, but don't mind that ;3.

If you desire to know Graysnow's likes and dislikes, I will tell you. She absolutely hates climbing trees, though she enjoys their presence. It's just the climbing that scares her, and the climbing that she hates the feeling of. If you want to know what she simply adores... heh, easy! Just guess. GUESS, I TELL YOU~! Oh, whatever. Yeah -- it's what you can expect from a RiverClanner; swimming. That's just it. And, yep... you've just learned a brief bit of her likes and dislikes, and I do not dare to trouble you with more, but-- huh? What's that? -.- Fiiiinnneee... there's fish that she likes, okay? In particular, bass, but if course she doesn't know the name. She just calls 'em big luggers xD. Okay, let's get out of my craziness and get serious-er, alrighty..? For prey dislikes, she hates birds. Too many feathers. Bleh.

FEARS:

Summary: climbing trees.

ASPIRATIONS:

Just to be the best warrior she can; common knowledge in most.

RELATIONS:

FATHER: Duckfeather [deceased]
MOTHER: Whitewhisker [deceased]
SIBLINGS: Mottledpaw [deceased], Fishkit [deceased]
MENTOR: Blackeagle
CRUSH/MATE: None
OFFSPRING: None
OTHER:None

HISTORY:

Three years ago, a queen named Whitewhisker was giving birth to three kits: Mottledkit, Fishkit, and lastly, Graykit. Unfortunately, the second was stillborn, and to this Whitewhisker was devastated. She wallowed about, depressed for the next two moons and ignoring her other two kits, who were wailing for their mother to come and nurture them. At first, when Whitewhisker did not feed Mottledkit and Graykit, they grew cold and almost died when Eastwing, another queen, could not take it any longer. She fed the two pitifully mewling kits with the last of her milk that had been spared for the last few days of her kits' weaning. She took the two kits' in and fed them lovingly, treating them as her own along with her own two kits, making four. It was very difficult to split the milk between all of them. Thankfully, Whitewhisker soon grew jealous and took her kits back, feeding them with her milk. This was done for the next three weeks, until Whitewhisker began to wallow again. Graykit and Mottledkit could, by this time, speak and their eyes were open. Their dark gray father, Duckfeather, reluctantly told them what had happened. Mottledkit was a bit sad, but he shrugged it off -- Graykit, however, was a bit quiet for a few days. If you wonder how the kits coped without having milk, a great thing that happened was that Willowheart had just had her kits, so she was producing milk, too. Most of the Clan took part in helping the pretty much motherless kits, and soon enough they both became apprentices. If you want to know what happened to Whitewhisker, I will sadly tell. She comitted suicide. Yes, she was that sad. How exactly she comitted suicide, no cat knows. All that is known, however, is that Blackeagle (Graypaw's mentor) found her near the gorge, dead. A sharp stone was covered in blood right next to her, and there is a gash in her neck. Some cats said that it was WindClan that did it, others said that she might have slipped and fell on the rock. But Graypaw soon stated everything that Whitewhisker had gone through, and may have just gone as far as she dared from camp, which would be the border. "As for the jumping off of the gorge edge, she could have done that -- either she was in too much pain to think that much, or considered the possibilities of her still being alive even after the fall," Graypaw had concluded. Thus, that is basically what everyone believes was done.

A sad thing happened a few moons later was that there was yet another Sunningrocks battle. Mottledpaw and Duckfeather were sent to battle, while Graypaw (despite her protests) was left in the camp to guard with a few other cats. Mottledpaw and Duckfeather, unfortunately, died during the battle. Graypaw was wailing and crying for the next week, and no cat tried to get her on patrol, nor did they try to comfort her. They understood how Graypaw was feeling, and let her wallow about, being depressed. Graypaw soon shook the pain off, however, and trained harder than ever. Three moons later, Graypaw earned her warrior name, Graysnow. Ever since then Graysnow has worked hard on being a loyal warrior, and all are proud of her for doing so -- especially Blackeagle.

EXTRA:

YEAHSO. Yeah... I'm just new here, so... MHMMM! I is done ^^.

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