Post by Highleaplogged out on Dec 21, 2008 0:30:16 GMT -5
Name: Cloudstorm
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Leader
Species: Lion
Pride/Clan: NightPride
Appearance:
Cloudstorm is a large, strong lion. She has long, cloud-white fur, hence the name Cloudstorm. She has sharp, blue, piercing eyes. Cloudstorm’s ears are also very sharp. She has a small hole in her right ear, due to a gunshot. She has a long, red scar across her flank, too. She has a very long tail, and long legs, too. Cloudstorm has huge paws, and giant claws to match. Her fangs are long, white, and sharp. Her voice is light and musical, and she smells delicious.
Personality:
As a cub, Cloudstorm was teased for looking different. She became isolated from the pride. As she grew older she became big-headed, but then she cooled down. Now she is patient, fair, kind, though she can be a bit snappy at times. She is loyal and follows the rules, as she hates to cause conflicts with other animals. She is a very peaceful lion, and she hates fights, though she would give her nine lives for her clan. She is well liked, and very respected in the pride. She can be very fierce. She is competitive when challenged, and will not allow her name to be smeared. She can be lonesome at times, and silent, but only sometimes. Overall, she is a kind, caring lion who treats everyone equally.
History
As a cub, Cloudstorm was teased for looking different. Her father was the leader of the pride. Her brother, Sunlight, was white too, but with a sandy tinge to his fur, so he was more accepted by the pride. This made Cloudstorm isolated from the rest of the pride, and only her mother could be with her. Cloudstorm grew up, being antisocial with the rest of the pride. As she came to her 15th moon, the pride started to accept her more, due to her beautifully developing fur. All the lions were jealous, which made Cloudstorm big-headed. Her brother brought her to attention that she was disliked by the pride, and she cooled down. By Cloudstorm’s 20th, she was liked by the whole pride, and her brother was made Sharpclaw. At her 25th moon, she was made Sharpclaw immediately after her brother was killed in a battle for food with SunPride. By her 27th moon, Cloudstorm’s beloved leader and father, Sandfur, had become elderly, and could no longer properly lead the pride. At her 29th moon, Cloudstorm’s father was murdered by an opposing lion of a new pride, TreePride. Another thirty moon old lion took over for a moon until Cloudstorm was mature enough and strong enough to take over. No males were in the pride at that time, so it was okay for her to be leader. As soon as she was made leader, she ordered her pride to strike revenge against TreePride. They destroyed the wretched pride, and once again, Cloudstorm was at peace. A moon later, 3 males joined the Pride, and battled her for her position. They lost, though she kept them alive, and she resumed her leadership.
Role-playing example:
“Come!” Cloudstorm roared. “We will not tolerate this menacing pride taking over! We will not forget what they did, and we will not forgive them for what they did, either. We must fight back, or die trying, otherwise we will amount to nothing but a once great pride, now turned defeated. We will all be loners, or DEAD,” she growled. A few of the smaller lions looked at her as if she were crazy. “WHAT?!!!” one of the males, Buzzardtail roared out from the vast crowd under her, “I will not give my life just to get revenge because one foolish young one came in a killed that crazy old coot we used to call leader!” “Then you are not worthy to be called lion,” Cloudstorm snarled, an evil look crossing her usually pure face, her long, sharp teeth gleaming in the sun as she bared them aggressively. “Sunclaw! Bloodstain! Kill Buzzardtail now! If he is not worthy to be called lion, he must be worthy to be called… DEAD,” she said, her voice musical, though nothing but a whisper. The lions before her strained their ears to hear the lovely sound coming from her mouth. Sunclaw and Bloodstain grabbed Buzzardtail, and took him off. A loud, blood-curdling keening broke out from the distance, before it was abruptly cut off. “Now,” she whispered, “anyone else who disagrees with my idea?” her eyes danced with amusement as she flicked her tail in a signal to come, and loped off into the savannah’s long grass, chasing after TreePride.
User Notes
Is this good? I hope so! It took me forever!
Age: 30 moons
Gender: Female
Position: Leader
Species: Lion
Pride/Clan: NightPride
Appearance:
Cloudstorm is a large, strong lion. She has long, cloud-white fur, hence the name Cloudstorm. She has sharp, blue, piercing eyes. Cloudstorm’s ears are also very sharp. She has a small hole in her right ear, due to a gunshot. She has a long, red scar across her flank, too. She has a very long tail, and long legs, too. Cloudstorm has huge paws, and giant claws to match. Her fangs are long, white, and sharp. Her voice is light and musical, and she smells delicious.
Personality:
As a cub, Cloudstorm was teased for looking different. She became isolated from the pride. As she grew older she became big-headed, but then she cooled down. Now she is patient, fair, kind, though she can be a bit snappy at times. She is loyal and follows the rules, as she hates to cause conflicts with other animals. She is a very peaceful lion, and she hates fights, though she would give her nine lives for her clan. She is well liked, and very respected in the pride. She can be very fierce. She is competitive when challenged, and will not allow her name to be smeared. She can be lonesome at times, and silent, but only sometimes. Overall, she is a kind, caring lion who treats everyone equally.
History
As a cub, Cloudstorm was teased for looking different. Her father was the leader of the pride. Her brother, Sunlight, was white too, but with a sandy tinge to his fur, so he was more accepted by the pride. This made Cloudstorm isolated from the rest of the pride, and only her mother could be with her. Cloudstorm grew up, being antisocial with the rest of the pride. As she came to her 15th moon, the pride started to accept her more, due to her beautifully developing fur. All the lions were jealous, which made Cloudstorm big-headed. Her brother brought her to attention that she was disliked by the pride, and she cooled down. By Cloudstorm’s 20th, she was liked by the whole pride, and her brother was made Sharpclaw. At her 25th moon, she was made Sharpclaw immediately after her brother was killed in a battle for food with SunPride. By her 27th moon, Cloudstorm’s beloved leader and father, Sandfur, had become elderly, and could no longer properly lead the pride. At her 29th moon, Cloudstorm’s father was murdered by an opposing lion of a new pride, TreePride. Another thirty moon old lion took over for a moon until Cloudstorm was mature enough and strong enough to take over. No males were in the pride at that time, so it was okay for her to be leader. As soon as she was made leader, she ordered her pride to strike revenge against TreePride. They destroyed the wretched pride, and once again, Cloudstorm was at peace. A moon later, 3 males joined the Pride, and battled her for her position. They lost, though she kept them alive, and she resumed her leadership.
Role-playing example:
“Come!” Cloudstorm roared. “We will not tolerate this menacing pride taking over! We will not forget what they did, and we will not forgive them for what they did, either. We must fight back, or die trying, otherwise we will amount to nothing but a once great pride, now turned defeated. We will all be loners, or DEAD,” she growled. A few of the smaller lions looked at her as if she were crazy. “WHAT?!!!” one of the males, Buzzardtail roared out from the vast crowd under her, “I will not give my life just to get revenge because one foolish young one came in a killed that crazy old coot we used to call leader!” “Then you are not worthy to be called lion,” Cloudstorm snarled, an evil look crossing her usually pure face, her long, sharp teeth gleaming in the sun as she bared them aggressively. “Sunclaw! Bloodstain! Kill Buzzardtail now! If he is not worthy to be called lion, he must be worthy to be called… DEAD,” she said, her voice musical, though nothing but a whisper. The lions before her strained their ears to hear the lovely sound coming from her mouth. Sunclaw and Bloodstain grabbed Buzzardtail, and took him off. A loud, blood-curdling keening broke out from the distance, before it was abruptly cut off. “Now,” she whispered, “anyone else who disagrees with my idea?” her eyes danced with amusement as she flicked her tail in a signal to come, and loped off into the savannah’s long grass, chasing after TreePride.
User Notes
Is this good? I hope so! It took me forever!
