Snow Upon Mountain of the TRIBE

[{{SHADES]

. they call me SNOW UPON MOUNTAIN!

Name:
-- Snow.
Age:
-- Eight moons.
Gender:
-- She-cat.
Rank:
-- To-be.
Clan:
-- Tribe of Rushing Water.

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

Short Appearance:
-- A white she-cat with blue eyes, and a small build.
Detailed Appearance:
-- ::Pelt::

Snow has a simple pelt, and yet is seems so very complicated. Her simple pelt glows like the snow does when the sun hits it at a perfect angle. She is a little piece of leaf-bare, in the middle of green-leaf. In leaf-bare she blends in with her surroundings perfectly. She has a pelt as white as the snow. There are no extra colorings, except for the pink of her ears and nose. Her pelt is white, completely white. Her fur is of short length, and very soft.

::Eyes::

Snow has a set of completely blue eyes. They are a brighter shade of blue around the iris. This bright blue fades into a paler blue into the outside. In any normal case, a cat with these eyes would be rendered blind. Snow is an exception to this. She has perfect eye sight, just the same as any other cat.

::Build::

Snow is smaller than most cats. She is small for a tribe cat, which will make her extremely small when compared to the clan cats. Tribe cats are known to have a smaller frame. She is a lean cat, with a long tail.
Personality:
-- Snow is a very unique cat. She, like any other cat of her tribe, is extremely loyal. She is both loyal to her tribe, and to those who she cares about. This young she cat would do anything for the tribe, or for those she holds dear. She has quite the stubborn attitude. This stubborn attitude gives her an entirely different trait. This trait is the fact that no matter what the situation, she will never give up. Even if luck is seemingly not on her side, she won't give in. This little she-cat seems to leap before she thinks. Now don't get me wrong, this does not make her unintelligent. No, Snow is extremely intelligent. It's simply the fact that she leaps before she thinks. This can get her into some trouble at times, but she always has the best of intentions. She is a spunky cat, with a spunky attitude. She isn't timid, in fact, she is quite outgoing. She is of high energy.

Snow is very swift. This little cat doesn't tend to take no for an answer, and if another angers her, she tends to have a sharp tongue. It's not that she's intentionally harsh. No, in reality she is really quite the pleasant cat. She just defends herself when she sees fit. Though once you befriend this cat, it's near the impossible to get rid of her. She sticks to your side through thick and thin. She becomes loyal, kind, and understanding. Not to mention that she would give her life for that of a cat she cares about. She is empathetic, understanding, and selfless. In all, she is a kind cat with a spunky personality.
History:
-- ::Kit-Hood::

A small hiss escaped an even smaller kit, white as snow, laying low to the ground. Laying a few fox lengths away was another kit, a tabby, just as low to the ground. Snow was determined. There, a little ways in front of her, was her opponent. The sly little kit moved slowly, through the rocks and grass, until she had gotten just to the right of her opponent. The tabby wasn't the slightest bit aware of her new location. He was still staring at the spot that Snow used to be hiding in. The kit was almost there, almost to the place she needed to be. She moved further, quietly, and slowly, until she was directly behind the tabby, only a fox length away. In one swift instant she leaped, and landed on top of the tabby. Her small frame was clinging to the tabby's pelt. The tabby yowled in surprise and shook the kit from himself. Snow purred in content.

"Told ya! I win, I win!" Snow exclaimed, as she trotted off back to wards the nursery. Snow felt accomplished. She had won this time, and she was content. That was until she was suddenly pushed to the ground by the tabby. His paws pushing her down by her shoulders. Snow hissed, and squirmed away.

"You did not win! I win!" The tabby exclaimed in return. Snow brought her small frame down to the ground once again, her crystal blue eyes focused on the tabby.

"Not for long," Snow hissed under her breath. Her paws prodded the earth patiently. She sat patiently, until she was ready to pounce, until the tabby would least expect it. Snow snuck about to his side, and barreled her little body into his, pushing him down to his side. Immediately after wards she pressed her little paws down to his flank, keeping the tabby kit pushed to the ground. Snow purred in amusement.

"Who was it that won?" Snow asked curiously.

"I dunno, just let me go!" The tabby hissed in response.

"Who won?" Snow asked again, insisting on an answer.

"You did! Now let me go!" Snow purred in content and released the tabby kit. She then trotted away to the nursery, after what she thought was a good fight on her part.

::To-Be::

It was moon-high, but the tribe was restless. No cat slept, for they all sat outside the camp boarders, in fear of the new menace which terrorized. The sharptooth, a creature long lost in legend, had returned. A mountain cat, huge, massive, had been preying on the tribe. Snow sat within the camp, prodding her paws against the earth nervously. Her fur was on end, and her ears pinned back. The entire Tribe was in a state of panic. They had already lost many to the savage ways of the sharptooth.

The elders had told a tale passed down by the elders before them, and by the elders before them. A tale of the sharptooth. A group of cats, clans of cats, had come to the Tribe. They were searching for a new home, and the Tribe offered them their own. They allowed the cats to stay for some time, simply out of the warmth of their hearts. In return, the clans helped solve the sharptooth problem. These clans of cats, helped kill the sharptooth, and saved the Tribe from a most unnecessary death. The clans went their separate ways, leaving as an ally to the tribe.

In this current date, the sharptooth had returned. This sharptooth had been preying on the cats of the Tribe. The tribe had stood their ground, stubbornly refusing to give up their lives and their home, but their seemed to be no hope. The sharptooth was far bigger and stronger than the cats of the tribe. Not to mention this sharptooth was quite cruel. It seemed to have no personality. Snow sat within the camp anxiously. The little she-cat hadn't slept in many sunrises, no cat had. She was lucky to have her life, and she valued this.

"Snow, we're leaving now," stated a cave guard. Snow looked to the cat, and nodded silently. The cat then turned away and walked off. Snow couldn't help but turn around. There was the cave of rushing water. It was where she slept. The cave was hidden behind the power of a waterfall, which pooled at the bottom. Snow knew that they had to leave, there wasn't a choice in it. She was a brave cat, with little fears, though there was one thing she did fear. This one thing most definitely wasn't the sharptooth. She would rather stay and fight the beast. No, her fear was that the clans wouldn't accept them. After all, it had been generations since the tribe last saw these cats. How could they be sure that there even was clan cats anymore? Snow believed that they were headed off on a wild goose chase, and even if they did find what they were looking for, how could they expect the clans to accept them?

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

Family:
-- Unknown.
Aspiration:
-- Leaf-bare :: Mountains :: Company :: Adventure :: Courage
Fears:
-- Sharptooth :: Clans :: Ignorance :: Arrogance :: Fish

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. ^^
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-- N/A
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