Thistlepelt of RIVERCLAN

[{{SHADES]

. they call me THISTLEPELT!

Name:
-- Thistlepelt.
Age:
-- Fifteen moons.
Gender:
-- She-cat.
Rank:
-- Warrior.
Clan:
-- Riverclan.

All I can say, is that this boy is still the same,
It's the man inside that's changed.

Short Appearance:
-- A she cat with an average build, yellow-green eyes, and a copper, brown, and white pelt.
Detaile Appearance:
-- ::Pelt::

Thistle has unique coloring. She has splotches of color, placed randomly about her pelt. For example, her face is framed with several colors. Colors that reach from the back of her head all the way to the edge of her neck. Browns, golds, whites, and blacks all decorate her pelt. A few black stripes all come from the edge of her eyes to her should blades. Her muzzle is white, and her nose is pink. The colors then stop once again at her shoulders. Her front legs, shoulders, and underbelly are as white as snow. Golds and browns decorate her flank and run down her legs, striping down her leg horizontally. Her tail matches this pattern.

::Eyes::

This she cat has marvelous eyes. They are big and round, and outlined with the golden colors which decorate her face. Her eyes are yellow green in color. Around the iris they are a clover green, and they fade out wards to a piercing yellow.

::Build::

ThistlePelt has an average build. She is average in size. No bigger or smaller than the average she cat. Her tail is of average size, her legs are of average size. She is neither large nor lean. She is simply average.
Personality:
-- ThistlePelt is truly a kind, and trustworthy cat. She is soft spoken, but by no means is she timid. This young she-cat is extremely intelligent. She is empathetic, and understanding. She is generally kind. She is a good cat. ThistlePelt is extremely loyal. She would do anything for her clan, or for anyone she holds close. This young warrior is optimistic. She always sees the brighter side in a nasty situation. ThistlePelt simply loves life. She isn't an extravagant cat. No, she is quite the opposite. She tends to be very down to earth. She doesn't need anything special. She is easy going, and easy to get along with. She is just the kind of cat that everyone seems to adore. Though, it's not as if she would know this. ThistlePelt is unbelievably humble.
History:
-- ::Kit-Hood::

It was dawn. The dew from the previous night still clung to the grass. A little kit slept atop a small pile of hay, within a barn. She was the only kit of the litter. Well, the only kit who had survived. Her mother was a calico. This little kit was a bright calico, with bright eyes. Her name was Thistle, or at least that's what her mother called her. She was just a little pile of fur, curled up in the warm hay. The neigh of a horse, and the clunk of hooves woke the little kit up. Her green eyes flickered open, and a squeaky yawn escaped her muzzle. The pink nose of a mother lightly pushed to the kits side, helping her to her feet.

"Wake up Thistle, it's sunrise," the she cat stated warmly. Her nose lightly pushing the kit to her feet. Thistle released another squeaky yawn. She stretched her little paws in front of, flexing her paws and releasing her little claws.

"Mama, what are we gonna to do today?" The little she cat mewed curiously. The queen looked down to the little kit warmly.

"Oh, I dunno. How about we start with having our morning meal?" The queen asked. Thistle jumped to her paws, her green eyes lighting up.

"Please! I'm really hungry!" The kit replied quickly. The queen purred in amusement and at that she lightly gripped the kits scruff lightly between her teeth, and lifted her off the ground. The cat trotted out, into the now bright day. She brought the little kit a ways into the field, and placed her in the tall grass.

"You wait here, I'll get us a mouse," the she-cat stated. Thistle waited patiently, as her mother ran into the grass. She watched her mother crouch down into the grass, and disappear behind the long yellow blades. Thistle imitated this. She pushed her belly to the ground. Then, one paw in front of the other. Just like her mother was doing. When her mother pounced and caught a mouse beneath her paws, Thistle did the same, thought the kit couldn't catch a mouse. Instead, the kit pounced on a beetle. Her mother purred in amusement, as she had walked back up to the kit a mouse in her teeth. She placed the mouse before the kit.

"Let's eat."

::Apprentice::

It had been many moons since Thistle left the barn. Her mother had been captured by twolegs. Thistle escaped the horrible fate of a kitty pet, though she couldn't help but miss her mother. She hoped that her mother was safe, but it was time to move on with her life. The young she cat was on her own now, and even though she wasn't the most skillful of hunters, or the most skillful of fighters, she was willing to learn. After all she was still young.

She had entered a territory foreign to her. It resembled a marshland. Several plants grew here, and there was a stream, and a river. If it hadn't been for a RiverClan patrol, Thistle probably would have died. You see, she was very hungry, and the fish in the river just looked so delicious. In a desperate attempt to get a meal, she ended up falling into the river. She ended up fighting a current, and Thistle didn't know how to swim. A patrol happened across the poor cat just in time. They dove into the river and helped her out of the water. Thistle was forever thankful, not to mention that upon being brought to their camp, the leader invited her into the Clan. Once again Thistle had a home. She had gone from rogue to apprentice. That day was the day she got her apprentice name. ThistlePaw.

::Warrior::

"ThistlePelt, I need you on a hunting patrol," the deputy stated quickly. It was sun high, and ThistlePelt was currently relaxing within the suns warm rays. "There is a shortage of food on the fresh kill pile," the deputy stated, still looking down upon the relaxing cat. Thistlepelt stretched her paws in front of her, and looked up to the deputy.

"Mmkay, I'll get right to it," ThistlePelt replied quickly, as she stood to her paws. After one more quick stretch, the cat ran after the rest of the patrol, which she could see was already on their way out of the camp. ThistlePelt trotted next to the group. It wasn't long until the patrol got into the territory. ThistlePelt broke away from the group for only a moment. She could here the pitter patter of a mouse a little ways off. So she got low to the ground, and hid behind some grass. There it was, the mouse she was stalking. One paw in front of the other, and she slowly crept up onto the creature. Once ThistlePelt was close enough, she pounced. She caught the mouse beneath her paws, and in one quick movement she wrapped her jaws around the mouse and dug her teeth into it until the little creature was motionless.

She dug a hole into the ground, and placed her kill there until she could return for it. ThistlePelt felt accomplished. One more kill, and she would be content. So she trotted to wards the stream. There she waited on the edge of the water, she waited for a vulnerable fish to swim by. She was sure that her shadow wasn't over the water. That would be a dire mistake. ThistlePelt was patient. Then, just as she hoped for, a fish swam by. Though with one swoop of a paw the poor fishes journey was cut short. She flipped the fish onto the land, and dug her claws into it, until it too was motionless. ThistlePelt trotted back to the patrol, with both a mouse, and a fish in her jaws. No longer would there be shortage of food in the camp.

If I don't return from this life of a soldier,
Don't you be crying for me.

Family:
-- Unknown.
Aspiration:
-- Company :: Water :: Sunshine :: Sun showers :: Friendliness.
Fears:
-- Solitude :: Arrogance :: Ignorance :: Sadness :: Anger

When you come around,
You're like a little slice of heaven when I'm coming down.

Username:
-- {{SHADES
Why Did You Join LUTD?:
-- I made it. ^^
Themesong:
-- N/A
Other:
-- N/A