- Character Form

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Here is the new Bio form. (:

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[font size="4"]Kit Name // Apprentice Name // Warrior Name[/font][/div]


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[font size="3"][div style="text-align:center;"]- Appearance // Personality[/div][/font]
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[b]Brief Appearance -[/b] [One Sentence]
[b]Full Appearance -[/b] Any length.
[b]Personality -[/b] Any length.
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A roleplay sample is needed for your first bio.
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[font size="1"][font color="ff0000"]Credit // Leafy[/font][/font]

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- Example of Form in Use

Whisperingkit || Whisperingpaw || Whisperingwinds

- The Basics

Name - Whisperingwinds
Clan - Riverclan
Rank - Warrior
Age - 16 Moons
Gender - Female

- Appearance || Personality

Brief Appearance - A beige she-cat with stunning blue eyes.
Full Appearance - Whisperingwinds' body is slim and sleek, the obvious trademarks of a Riverclan cat. It's no doubt she's from the Riverclan breed as her pelt is always soaked in the water, if the weather happens to be right and it's warm out. She loved soaking in the river, as it's something she's always been keen of. Her fur is a light tan, more of a cream, color with a few dark brown and black Bengal markings spiraling down her legs, sides, and making a few coon rings around her tail. Despite all of the natural markings and colors she has a splash of white coating her muzzle and throat while her nose is small and pink. Her eyes are her trade mark feature that stand out more then any other feature throughout her body. They are a icy coloring of blue that seem almost mesmerizing. Her voice is fairly melodic and inviting, almost one you couldn't get tired of hearing.
Personality - Whisperingwinds is a sweet young she-cat with a good heart. She's always ready to lend a paw and help out a friend in the clan. She's as sweet as honey and can't get mad. She'll get upset instead since she had such fragile feelings. Instead of being harsh and rough on apprentices like other cats are she's always gentle and tries to turn boring activities into fun ones instead. Though it seems she's a flawless little creature she's not for there's a few things she is not good at handling. Rejection would be the most major of the number of flaws. The little she-cat can't stand being pushed away and rejected as it nearly breaks her heart, so therefore she's one to try and stay out of the way and keep her mouth shut unless called upon. She fairs no better during deaths. She sees them as ruthless and cold and can't believe it would happen. She doesn't really see the sense in fighting the other clans and has this little wonderland she dreams of of a perfect place where cats can live peacefully together.. Though she knows that's far from happening in reality.

- Past

History - Whisperingwinds was born from two Riverclan cats known of Rainpool, her mother, and Braveheart, her father. The Bengal she-cat took her trademarked markings from her father's side of the gene pool so one would automatically think that she took more after her father then she did from her mother. If you thought such you would be incredibly wrong. Though she took her appearance from her father she acts just like her mother. Always doting on her cats in the clan and worrying her little head off if someone seems out of character. That would be the usual Whisperingwinds for you. One of the things she worried most over was her brother Soaringpaw, her only litter mate. She was quite close to the little tom and boasted pride for him whenever he seemed to succeed at something. One of the things she boasted most over was overcoming their milestone to leave the Nursery and become Apprentices.

As apprentices Whisperingwinds and Soaringpaw were nearly impossible to separate. They would always be mewing over what their mentors had taught them, what they would be doing the next day, and when they would have time to be with each other and enjoy themselves like siblings should. This went on for a few moons before in abruptly ended in a heart breaking sequence for Whisperingwinds. Her brother had developed green cough in the middle of Leaf Bare and he only got worse when they became low of herbs from treating the remainder of the clan. Needless to say Soaringpaw's life ended and Whisperingwinds became lonely and heart broken to have lost her best friend. In result she trudged on through her days as an apprentice, slacking during her training until she forced herself to put on a facade, perk up, and continue on with life until she got her Warrior name.

Long forgetting Soaringpaw and living the high life as a warrior Whisperingwinds seemed to think she had it made. She was incredibly wrong as she soon noticed her Rainpool showing signs of sickness. Her heart lurched at the thought of the dreaded sickness that Soaringpaw had caught and she immediately felt that her world was beginning to crumble again. There was nothing she could do to help but sit back and watch her the sickness claimed yet another one of her family members. Of course her grandparents had been gone long before her birth so it was only she and Braveheart to put up with the world now and she vowed to make sure nothing happened to the tom as she couldn't endure another heart break

- Roleplay Sample

Whisperingwinds calmly strolled into the camp with a plump fish clamped firmly between her jaws and a prideful glint shining obviously in her blue eyes. Being near the river always put the little she-cat in a good mood, if only she had had time to dive into it though. But, no. She had been strictly put in with the morning hunting patrol and goofing off with the camp needed food was not an option. She parted ways with her fellow clan mates, after a few words of simple chit-chat were said to each other, before sauntering over to the fresh kill pile and placing the fresh fish on the top. A small purr or happiness rumbled in the she-cat's throat before she heading over to the warrior's den and sat comfortably near the entrance, in a seemingly nice and sunny spot to bask in before the remaining warriors who hadn't woken for the patrols began to get up and move around. A few cats bustled around the camp, but not many. A few elders hissed and grumbled moodily from their den, a couple apprentices were play fighting near there den and boasting on what their mentors had taught them or would teach them, and a few sleepy yawns erupted from the warrior's den. She mewed a small greeting to one of her patrol companions as they crept back to the den for a bit more shut eye before calmly beginning to groom down her creamy colored fur, her tail tip flicking silently in content as she enjoyed the start of the day.

It seemed nothing could put a damper on the young warrior's mood as she was always in good spirits and willing to put others in a good mood as well. One would think that after past deaths of family that she wouldn't be in such a cheerful state all of the time, but no. It seemed to not even affect her. Everyone knew she had cared, though. Her brother, Soaringpaw, had died of a recent Shadowclan attack a few moons ago and it had taken nearly everything to pull the little Bengal together. Then near after her warrior ceremony her mother had died of green cough and father had been diagnosed with black cough. She had put a damped on her mood for a while but she had managed to pull herself together and convince herself that Braveheart, her father, would make it through everything. He was brave. It was in his name for Starclan's sake! She drooped lightly at the though, a frown replacing her smile as she glanced towards the elder's den, where her father was located. As long as the medicine cat handled it everything would be fine.. But that never stopped her from checking on her father herself to convince herself that his illness would fade. It worried her though, day in and out, that for some reason he would break down and give up.. And that would be the end of it. She shook head softly and lightly flicked her ears back. No. She couldn't think about that, she absolutely refused to believe such a thing. Braveheart would be perfectly fine and make it through all of this like everything else. Soaringpaw's death, mom's death.. He had been there for her after that, now she had to be there for him and support him for this.

The she-cat sighed quietly to herself and frowned, her mood dropping dramatically as she slipped down to a laying position and rested her chin against her paws, silently watching as the camp became a bit more lively and active. All the while she chanted to herself,

"He'll be fine, stop thinking so negatively and cheer up!"

Though she knew not to get her hopes up and totally convince herself. The medicine cat had told her it was a fifty fifty chance. Her heart lurched at the though and she closed her eyes briefly, taking in the sun that basked down. If only they knew. She wasn't always cheerful and care free like everyone thought. Half the time that muttered about her and she attempted to ignore it.

"Why is she always so happy? the she-cat's always smiling. Does she even care about what happened to her brother and mom? And what about her dad? She doesn't even act like there's a thing wrong with the old tom!"

She frowned in disgust at the thought of those words she had heard a moon ago from a few she-cats at the gathering. She had taught herself not to let things like that get to her.. But that had really gotten under her skin.

"Does she even care?"

Of course she did. Words didn't explain how much she cared and how horrible she ached to have the two back, but she let happiness mask that over. They just didn't understand, did they? No. They absolutely didn't.

She let her icy blue eyes flick back open before she sat up and let out a small yawn, making an attempt to shove the thoughts away. She didn't need to put herself in any more of a bad mood sulking over those thoughts. She stood up and stretched her limbs for a second, figuring not would be a good time to get up and start moving again, least the other warrior's stroll out and question why she wasn't hunting or something. She glanced down and cringed slightly at how ruffled her pelt seemed. She wasn't big about being a freak about every little thing but one thing that did wrack her nerves was her fur when it wasn't in place. She sat down and lapped lightly at her pelt, smoothing it down until it was the sleek and flat trade mark of a Riverclan cat. She smiled lightly to herself and beamed, delighted with the simple fixture of her posture and fur arrangement.

"Cheer up," She thought as she let her eyes scan around the camp again.

"The day hasn't even started yet and you're sulking."




Credit // Leafy