{«} bluefur

[betsy]

work in progress.

my name.___ !
betsy ;]

character name.___ !
blizz//bluekit|bluepaw|bluefur

age.___ !
seventeen moons

gender.___ !
female

clan.___ !
thunderclan

position.___ !
deputy

short description.___ !
a small blue she-cat with cyan eyes

picture.___ !



history.___ !
lost and exhausted for two moons, ashfur and cinderpelt, heroic felines of thunderclan continue to find their fellow clanmates. these two grey blue felines were sent on a fatal mission with four other daring thunderclanners. a threatening gale had rolled in, destroying the towering trees, pulling out beautiful plants and causing destruction. a glowing bolt of lightning struck at a lanky tree and set its long limbs on fire. crashing down with a boisterous thud, the blue grey warriors flinched as the blazing tree separated the four thunderclanners from ashfur and cinderpelt. they couldn't jump over the high flames, they had to flee the small, burning forest and let their clanmates continue their mission themselves without ashfur and cinderpelt. it had been two long moons, there was still, no sign of thunderclan camp or their clanmates. the sad couple decided that they would become loners, there was nothing to assist them back to thunderclan – they were miles away from it. the most important thing to them both was that they still believed in starclan and would never think they weren't true cats that formed starclan.

by now, all the lean trees were stripped bare. pearl coloured snow drifted silently to the ground, blanketing the emerald floor. ashfur and cinderpelt were bunched together around a diminutive blue figure. a kit is born, she was called blizz and like all newborn kittens, her eyes would be seeped shut until she turns two weeks old. cinderpelt spent most of her time keeping blizz warm while ashfur set out to hunt for plump prey. this is when ashfur joins starclan. prey was scarce in these cold lands and the weather was worser than where he had used to dwell – thunderclan. ashfur was extremely exhausted and freezing. the courageous warrior had come close to a thunderpath, ashfur caught sight of a plump rabbit bouncing its way across the stoney ground to the other side. not noticing or hearing any monsters, ashfur had sprung from where he was and kicked back to where he jumped from. a white monster had hit him and blood trickled from his grey head. the rabbit hopped away, terrified, from the dying feline.

six long and chilly days had passed and ashfur had not returned from hunting. this made cinderpelt extremely worried and hungry. blizz was only ten days old and in four days, her orbs would be revealed. the disturbed she-cat decided to find ashfur in four days – that's when blizz would open her eyes. the arctic winter grew colder each day and cinderpelt became more worried about her lovely mate. her flat stomach ached from famine so much. finally, four difficult days had passed and right now, blizz was opening her seeped eyes and soon, cinderpelt and her kitten would find ashfur. blizz had light, dreamy blue eyes like all newborn kittens at the stage of opening their eyes.

'blizz,' cinderpelt addressed with a gentle voice to her kitten, 'we're going to find your father.'

the gorgeous little kitten couldn't exactly walk right but her caring mother assisted her. blizz was fed milk along the search of her father, she tumbled and tripped as she padded clumsily after her determined mother. cinderpelt was moving too fast for her kitten due to the growing worry of ashfur. cinderpelt was famished and went to catch prey. cinderpelt was parting from her kitten as she crept closer to a thunderpath. the hungry she cat saw a plump rabbit on the otherside of the stoney floor. the starving cat made sure there were no monsters driving past. cinderpelt took a few silent steps forward and caught a familiar scent. she looked down, a grey body lay there dead. blizz had just opened her eyes and ashfur wasn't there to see it. cinderpelt was shocked by this terrible surprise and nearly bursted with fear, sadness and anger. blizz had spotted her mother then quickly hid behind a thick tree and watched curiously. even though she wasn't a leader or in a clan anymore, cinderpelt gave her brave mate a death ceremony, this showed her belief in starclan. as soon as she had concluded, she went to find her kitten. blizz walked ungracefully out in front of the tree where she spied on her mother. cinderpelt had a melancholy look on her beautiful face. trotting gloomily back to her loner home, she swished her tail signalling blizz to follow.

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personality.___ !
{GENERAL HERE}

being born with the sharpest and deadliest claws, not only does it do a great deal of damage but allows her to do so much like no other cat. she knows how to climb because of her strong and dangerous claws, and powerful legs too! bluefur is a master at climbing lanky, thick, tall, small – oh, trees of all sizes, forms and shapes. it may seem a bit risky to many cats but bluefur has done several climbing excercises with different strategies and horrific ways. bluefur clambers up trees so swiftly that you'll only see a stream of blue slithering up. these thin legs of hers are extremely speedy and flexible. she's a rapid runner. her skinny legs move really fast that sometimes it looks like she's being carried by blue water. having a super high jump and a detective nose definetly assists her in hunting patrols and other activities. her leaps are high and graceful. sometimes when she jumps into the invisible air, it looks like she's flying. unlike many cats that jump, she lasts longer in air because of her weak weight. with one eye, it's amazing how she battles. she may be small but she has a wise mind and can make many different strategies and combat moves up just on the spot. her legs are probably the strongest parts of her body. she can swim in water at a slow - moderate speed. practicing might increase her swimming speed. bluefur was taught how to swim when she was a small kitten. she's not scared of water anymore.

bluefur is terrified of immense and bulky birds. she has courageously attempted to attack a humongous hawk twice and fled from them. it was probably wise of her to do so – she could of easily been killed for her weak weight and height. bluefur is not use to loud noises apart from the thundering monsters and other daily/occasional noises. she'll instantly flinch if an unfamiliar boisterous sound bursts out of nowhere. she's use to loud war cries, thudding vibrations of a disaster coming in and the such but she's never prepared for new sounds. carrying a body weighing about nothing gives her legs racing at an unimaginable speed but there is also a disadvantage. she'll be crushed and tossed around with that easy and light weight but her powerful, razor sharp claws will do good damage to frighten and tear the bigger opponent. bluefur is a slow hunter – well, pretty slow at locating prey. she can only rely on her left eye, it's hard to locate food with one eye. her small head spins slowly around trying to find the delicious prey she had sniffed out. it takes a while for her to locate it. the prey often leaves just as she had found her food which is very frustrating for her. now, bluefur is beggining to think that maybe using her nose, mouth and ears is a better way to capture her prey.

---- relationships, co-operation

---- love

---- hatred

---- likes, dislikes, interests


---- loyalty, friendship

---- disappointed, stressed, betrayed

---- habits

---- emotions {the way they are caused and display}
the most brightest eyes will go dull at some time. bluefurs splendid blue eyes turn dark and unattractive when she's feeling depressed. her orbs will have a subtle and saggy look. her eyes will tell you if she's in an unhappy mood. her energy won't be as high as usual. her tail will be dragging through the ground when she walks. now, her head will be in a lowered position and will be bopping up and down as she moves slowly and quietly through the forest. she won't be in the mood of eating and probably, grooming her fur. prolonging depression could lead to medical problems but probably won't be severe. she'll often be very quiet and would rather prefer being alone. she doesn't like to be disturb and will probably get mad. many things can cause bluefur to drown in low energy.

happy


excited

calm//boring

anxious

knows (intellgience n stuff)

brave

scared//timid

bluefur will erupt like an angry volcano when she's mad. her little ears will sit flat on her small head and her luminous eyes will dilute and flash. her fur will stand on its end and ripple as her muscles tense. her fur will also turn darker. bluefurs spine will be in a high arch and her thin tail will be lashing ferociously behind her. bluefur will scratch and hit at rough objects to keep herself from doing damage to her clanmates. cats that don't belong in her clan, she will probably strike at them. she'll use curse words if she has to, to release her angry temper. bluefur won't allow any cat to calm her down as she will shout and hiss fiercely at the approacher. you won't see her often being mad though.

reassure descrip here

physical description.___ !
the face is in the shape of a diamond. the very top of her head, between her detective ears marks the top point of the diamond. on eitherside of her gorgeous eyes are the second/third points of the diamond shape. her muzzle section where it holds the nose, mouth and chin as well is the bottom point of the diamond. it's bluefurs eyes that show so much expression on her face. her face often expresses gentleness with a deep determination and grace to it. her splendid saphire eyes attract many cats attention. these days, not many cats are born with bright blue eyes and this makes bluefur a very different cat in appearance – not personality, appearance. bluefurs eyes are a luminous saphire colour with a deep ebony black outline traced around her wide eyes so carefully. her eye shape is just a big circle with a slightly oval blunt top. now, there is a well hidden injury. her right eye is blind. her lens are being blocked by a tiny golden speck probably just the right, small size to block her lens. sometimes you might even see a glitter of gold sparkle in her right eye. her right eye can open and shut properly but doesn't have the ability to see. the face surface is flawless. between her silvery muzzles with whiskers the colour of a spiders web is her ebony black nose that can catch odours from a fair distant. she has two average sized, leaf shaped ears that can detect anything. if you look at bluefur, her face features are clear and stand out well and magnificently.

beneath all that hideous muck and filth is a thin coat of grey//blue. bluefur may have a patternless pelt but it contains a variety of different, pulchritudinous, clear shades that ranges from a radiant dark, grizzly brown-grey to a stunning silver blue. her fur mainly sticks to a dark greyish blue colour which glows so wonderfully. wait a minute, what's that on her small chest – three dark, ash coloured stripes streaks her soft chest on a curving angle. the streaks blend wonderfully right in with her fur so then she wouldn't have a really odd looking chest. bluefur lacks long fur. in the arctic winters, her fur only reaches to a just sufficient medium length but never a long length. her fur returns back to its original length in the intense, baking days. bluefurs fur always feels like the cool breeze that blows on those late sunny days. most felines that have short hair don't feel that smooth or soft than long haired cats but bluefurs fur feels like a long haired cat. it's unusual but she probably got the texture from her fathers long and pleasant-feeling fur. her fur only feels disgusting and spikey when she never grooms or clean her fur. she tidies her fur depending on the mood she's with at the moment.

bluefur is smaller than average for her young age. she's not that tall. her powerful leg bones show very clearly when she stands underneath sunlight. bluefur has a slim body, nothing hangs from her totally flat stomach – she's just about the right size but a few inches away from having a boney body. she has muscles in her small body but she doesn't ever look big or tough, just slim and close to an anerexic look. bluefur has an average lengthed tail that's excellent in areas of balancing on narrow branches, fences and the such.

bluefurs legs have large muscles but look totally thin. she has extremely powerful back legs to help her spring after prey and the like. her legs aren't short or long, just an average size you could say. these speedy and strong legs assist her in many activities within and out of the clans. from frolicking around in the dirty territory, bluefur has dark ashy pads that were once a soft pink colour. her dark pads are tough and feels rough near the edges but smooth in the centre. those strong paw pads of hers usually never bleed, since she doesn't waste time running through rocky roads or surfaces. bluefurs claws are, well, sometimes they are dirty or clear. the length of her claws are pretty long and have a really sharp and dangerous end. when bluefur walks, it's not clumsy like when she was a kitten or when she started entering her apprentice life. it's a graceful walk and silent walk. yes, bluefur is always walking through camp with silent and light steps like she doesn't want to disturb the fringey ground. whenever and whatever she walks on, it's always a quiet travel.

bluefurs teeth are an ivory colour. her glowing fangs are not that lengthy but are extremely razor sharp. it's a pretty powerful weapon that can kill any prey in just one, effortless bite. the other teeth that chews and slices food are tiny and in a jagged point, kind of shape. she has a normal pink tongue and everyone would have to agree that it's an excellent hair groomer. bluefur has a moderate to low high, husky voice. what it means by 'husky', is a gruff voice. this is her common speaking voice and you'll probably recognise the voice very well after two hours. her voice isn't very low, it's more of something between a low high to moderate. when she's in a cranky mood, her voice is often high and rough and her husky voice turns a bit clearer. her melancholy voice would be a less husky sound and more of a sighing and whispering voice that's just audible.

[Madilyne]

ACCEPTED!

[betsy]

it's not finished but since the history and everything was optional, i guess i could yer. thank yohhhh hunn <33