Ripplestream~RiverClan

[shiningheart]

Name: Ripplestream
Age: 34 moons
Gender: tom
Rank: Leader
Personality:

Ripplestream's best quality is his determination, which some would simply call hard-headedness. His worst quality is probably his temper. It takes a bit to actually make him angry, now. But when he is angry, it would probably be safer for your pelt to get out of the way. Ripplestream has no problems telling cats how he feels. If he's happy, he'll smile and laugh. If he's euphoric, he will bounce around and sing loudly. If he's angry, he'll growl and glare at anyone that comes near him. If his anger resembles that of a badger with a thorn in it's butt, he'll act like one. And so on and so forth.

Description:

Most of Ripplestream's fur is a stale gray. The kind of gray in clouds that lets you know it's going to rain. But stripes of gray so light they look silver line his spine. His eyes are green. But if one looks at them closely, you'll see that they're a bunch of shades of green. Light green, dark green, jungle green, and little flecks of hazel. He's got a lithe build, meant for speed and swimming more than anything. His paws are bigger than most, easily used to swipe either fish out of water, or a smirk off of an enemy's face.

History:

When Ripplestream was an apprentice, he got usually got into trouble by back talking the warriors. While he was given brutal punishments, he never once regretted talking back and always believed he was right. He had a sister when he first started his apprenticeship. Mistypaw was her name. She didn't live long enough to earn her warrior name, thanks to a fox.

The day she was killed, he had gotten into an argument with a warrior and stormed from camp. A patrol later came in, reporting a fox somewhere on the territory. Mistypaw went searching for Ripplestream, then Ripplepaw, to find him hanging from a tree, a fox snapping at his heels. She died trying to protect her older brother. He's never forgiven himself for that day. Sometimes, when he's alone, he finds himself looking up at Silverpelt, wondering which of the glimmering stars was the sister he couldn't save.