Post by Shadowstream on Jan 31, 2010 10:57:03 GMT -5
Name;;
Shadowstream
Age;;
25 Moons
Clan;;
Burntclan
Rank;;
Warrior
Gender;;
Female
Appearance;;
A beautiful she-cat with dazzling milky white eyes. Her fur is as black as the night itself. She holds a very slim and fit body and is extremely agile. Her claws seemed to be perfectly rounded and sharp, and her tail is lengthy and sleek to fit the rest of her body. The inside of her ears are a burnt black, though it's hard to tell their a different color from far away. Shadowstream
Personality;;
Shadowstream is an extremely calm cat. She doesn't tend to get very rash in any sort of situation. The only time anyone may ever see her rash is whenever she is in the heat of battle and her comrades are being wounded. She upholds a certain soothing around her and is often kind and looks out for others more than herself. She is courageous and brave, willing to jump out at anyone that may hurt the weak. She is extremely intelligent . She loves kits, despite the fact that she herself has never had any. If she experiences any sadness, she tries to hide it the best she can in an attempt not to worry others.
History;;
Shadowstream has had a rough history. Her mother had been murdered by rogue cats one morning while the she-cat had been out on hunting for food to bring back to their clan. Struck with grief and filled to the brim with anger. Shadowstream's father ha blindly left camp. Following the pungent stench of the rogue's. He seemed to have forgotten about the Warrior Clan. He shunned all sorts of help as he left from the camp, vowing that her would slaughter whoever had killed Shadowstream's mother. He has yet to return since the day he embarked on his quest. Even so, the she-cat who was left behind had turned into an explicit warrior. She trained hard as an apprentice and cats often mistake that she is blind due to her milky white eyes. It is quite the opposite considering she has such keen eye sight.
Family;;
Mother - Deceased
Father - Unknown
Mate;;
N/A
RP example;;
It was leaf-bare. Oh how the black clad she-cat hated this season. Not because of the white little specks of snow that lay upon the ground. It was simply because how much her figure stuck out. Her beautiful black fur was a curse in this sort of weather. Whispering something beneath her breath. She passed, sitting up on her haunches and allowing her ears to prick. She was motionless, the only knowledge that she was alive was the fact that she was standing, and the occasional breath that made a faded mist flow through her nostrils. The sound of running water managed to break through the silence that taunted her ever so often. She flicked her tail, a gentle growl coming from her throat as she fell back upon her paws and began to trod through the white substance at her feet. Her tail sway over it's surface. Despite how deep she sank, her sleek legs were able to keep her moving fast and well through this terrain. Slowly, she had made her way towards a small stream. Here, it seemed as though little of the moving water had bits and pieces of ice. She trotted towards it's edge and lowered her head. Lapping up the cold water before raising her structure back into the air. She still had to hunt for those elusive rabbits. Leaf-bare fit the little creatures so well. Their coat changed according to the seasons, that wasn't the case for the warrior. Her fur tended to stay black all year round. Though, in the winter it would only fluff up a little more so that she would be warmer. She was at least thankful for that. With a small yawn, she bared teeth as sharp as razors. She let her milky white eyes scan the horizon ahead of her, taking a moment to take in the sights before she finally began to move in search of food once again.
Any Other Words?
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Shadowstream
Age;;
25 Moons
Clan;;
Burntclan
Rank;;
Warrior
Gender;;
Female
Appearance;;
A beautiful she-cat with dazzling milky white eyes. Her fur is as black as the night itself. She holds a very slim and fit body and is extremely agile. Her claws seemed to be perfectly rounded and sharp, and her tail is lengthy and sleek to fit the rest of her body. The inside of her ears are a burnt black, though it's hard to tell their a different color from far away. Shadowstream
Personality;;
Shadowstream is an extremely calm cat. She doesn't tend to get very rash in any sort of situation. The only time anyone may ever see her rash is whenever she is in the heat of battle and her comrades are being wounded. She upholds a certain soothing around her and is often kind and looks out for others more than herself. She is courageous and brave, willing to jump out at anyone that may hurt the weak. She is extremely intelligent . She loves kits, despite the fact that she herself has never had any. If she experiences any sadness, she tries to hide it the best she can in an attempt not to worry others.
History;;
Shadowstream has had a rough history. Her mother had been murdered by rogue cats one morning while the she-cat had been out on hunting for food to bring back to their clan. Struck with grief and filled to the brim with anger. Shadowstream's father ha blindly left camp. Following the pungent stench of the rogue's. He seemed to have forgotten about the Warrior Clan. He shunned all sorts of help as he left from the camp, vowing that her would slaughter whoever had killed Shadowstream's mother. He has yet to return since the day he embarked on his quest. Even so, the she-cat who was left behind had turned into an explicit warrior. She trained hard as an apprentice and cats often mistake that she is blind due to her milky white eyes. It is quite the opposite considering she has such keen eye sight.
Family;;
Mother - Deceased
Father - Unknown
Mate;;
N/A
RP example;;
It was leaf-bare. Oh how the black clad she-cat hated this season. Not because of the white little specks of snow that lay upon the ground. It was simply because how much her figure stuck out. Her beautiful black fur was a curse in this sort of weather. Whispering something beneath her breath. She passed, sitting up on her haunches and allowing her ears to prick. She was motionless, the only knowledge that she was alive was the fact that she was standing, and the occasional breath that made a faded mist flow through her nostrils. The sound of running water managed to break through the silence that taunted her ever so often. She flicked her tail, a gentle growl coming from her throat as she fell back upon her paws and began to trod through the white substance at her feet. Her tail sway over it's surface. Despite how deep she sank, her sleek legs were able to keep her moving fast and well through this terrain. Slowly, she had made her way towards a small stream. Here, it seemed as though little of the moving water had bits and pieces of ice. She trotted towards it's edge and lowered her head. Lapping up the cold water before raising her structure back into the air. She still had to hunt for those elusive rabbits. Leaf-bare fit the little creatures so well. Their coat changed according to the seasons, that wasn't the case for the warrior. Her fur tended to stay black all year round. Though, in the winter it would only fluff up a little more so that she would be warmer. She was at least thankful for that. With a small yawn, she bared teeth as sharp as razors. She let her milky white eyes scan the horizon ahead of her, taking a moment to take in the sights before she finally began to move in search of food once again.
Any Other Words?
No
