Post by {{♠Dahlia✈}} on Dec 7, 2008 15:45:32 GMT -5
Name: Emberflower
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Picture: th01.deviantart.com/fs29/300W/i/2....y_rafalhyps.jpg
Short-Description: Beautiful snowy white she-cat w/ a strange fiery red ember mark on her chest.
Description: Emberflower is a beautiful white she-cat w/ magnificent emerald green eyes. Though her fur is medium lengthed, and a beautiful snowy white. She actually has a few strange fiery red marks on her pelt. One of which is a half moon shape that rests on her chest, and her right foot is ginger. Even though Emberflower is small for her age she has well built muscles. Especially in her legs, which help her run fast. She has long-needle sharp claws, and small rounded ears. Her only scars are those that lie on her flank and muzzle.
Personality: Emberflower is no pushover. She's always getting under someones skin, wether it be fighting or teasing. She has a very fiery temper and personality. She's always finding herself in trouble and is never knowing how to get out of them. However despite her bad points she has wonderful points to. She is extremely loyal, and would never betray her leader or Clan. She loves each and every member in her Clan, even if she doesn't always get along with them. She will always be there for a cat to depend on, and will never give up. She's very, very stubborn. No matter what Emberflower would give her life for a cat, if ever in danger. Even if that cat were from another Clan or heritage. Though RiverClan always comes first in her book.
Hisyory: Like all RiverClan cats Emberflower was created here. Her mother, a beautiful white she-cat named Crystalrain, had three kits. Emberkit, Moonkit, and Flamekit. It was to her mother that she owed everthing too. For sadly her mother died protecting her newborn kits when rogues attacked the RiverClan camp. Sadly enough her father, a huge fiery ginger tom named Flamingbreath, died along with her mother. From that day on her and her siblings were raised by their foster mother Raindrop. As time went on Emberkit soon learned what had happened to her parents. At first she was bitter, and always in a foul mood. Her brother and sister never wanted to play with her, and at the time she was only four moons. However it was more of the pain. The fact that she felt she was missing something in her life that others had. Luckily when Emberkit became Emberpaw she seemed to overcome her odd depression. She became more fiery, more stubborn and down right stupid at times. Always taking risks. By the time she was ten moons she still hadn't been to her first gathering because she was always getting into trouble. However that same moon she saved a kit who had wandered out of camp. It had almost been killed by an owl. However Emberpaw leaped at it, clawing it as much as she could. Luckily the owl was small so it soon fled. She earned the privalage to enter into the gathering that moon. Not long after, at twelve moons she earned her warrior name.
RPG EX: The air was frost, biting as it dug into her body. She shivered turning slightly so she didn't have to step any closer to the water. Though she was a RiverClan cat Emberflower had no desire to set foot into the water now. It was almost leaf-bare, the ground all ready covered lightly with frost.
"I hate Leaf-bare," She hissed her emerald eyes flashing with annoyance. Indeed she was not the only cat to hate the cold weather, but why would anyone like it. It was pretty yes but it froze the river. Took the prey away and made dying much easier. There was no way she was going to sit around and praise the cold whether. Even if it made the grass grow greener, the plants survive better in the end. She hated it all the same.
"Flametalon do you smell anything because I ceretaintly don't!" she meowed turning to look at her ginger brother. Who was currently ignoring her. "Flametalon.....what what's wrong?" He turned slowly fury flaming in his golden eyes.
"I smell rogues!"
Codeword: Polarbear
Age: 12 moons
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Picture: th01.deviantart.com/fs29/300W/i/2....y_rafalhyps.jpg
Short-Description: Beautiful snowy white she-cat w/ a strange fiery red ember mark on her chest.
Description: Emberflower is a beautiful white she-cat w/ magnificent emerald green eyes. Though her fur is medium lengthed, and a beautiful snowy white. She actually has a few strange fiery red marks on her pelt. One of which is a half moon shape that rests on her chest, and her right foot is ginger. Even though Emberflower is small for her age she has well built muscles. Especially in her legs, which help her run fast. She has long-needle sharp claws, and small rounded ears. Her only scars are those that lie on her flank and muzzle.
Personality: Emberflower is no pushover. She's always getting under someones skin, wether it be fighting or teasing. She has a very fiery temper and personality. She's always finding herself in trouble and is never knowing how to get out of them. However despite her bad points she has wonderful points to. She is extremely loyal, and would never betray her leader or Clan. She loves each and every member in her Clan, even if she doesn't always get along with them. She will always be there for a cat to depend on, and will never give up. She's very, very stubborn. No matter what Emberflower would give her life for a cat, if ever in danger. Even if that cat were from another Clan or heritage. Though RiverClan always comes first in her book.
Hisyory: Like all RiverClan cats Emberflower was created here. Her mother, a beautiful white she-cat named Crystalrain, had three kits. Emberkit, Moonkit, and Flamekit. It was to her mother that she owed everthing too. For sadly her mother died protecting her newborn kits when rogues attacked the RiverClan camp. Sadly enough her father, a huge fiery ginger tom named Flamingbreath, died along with her mother. From that day on her and her siblings were raised by their foster mother Raindrop. As time went on Emberkit soon learned what had happened to her parents. At first she was bitter, and always in a foul mood. Her brother and sister never wanted to play with her, and at the time she was only four moons. However it was more of the pain. The fact that she felt she was missing something in her life that others had. Luckily when Emberkit became Emberpaw she seemed to overcome her odd depression. She became more fiery, more stubborn and down right stupid at times. Always taking risks. By the time she was ten moons she still hadn't been to her first gathering because she was always getting into trouble. However that same moon she saved a kit who had wandered out of camp. It had almost been killed by an owl. However Emberpaw leaped at it, clawing it as much as she could. Luckily the owl was small so it soon fled. She earned the privalage to enter into the gathering that moon. Not long after, at twelve moons she earned her warrior name.
RPG EX: The air was frost, biting as it dug into her body. She shivered turning slightly so she didn't have to step any closer to the water. Though she was a RiverClan cat Emberflower had no desire to set foot into the water now. It was almost leaf-bare, the ground all ready covered lightly with frost.
"I hate Leaf-bare," She hissed her emerald eyes flashing with annoyance. Indeed she was not the only cat to hate the cold weather, but why would anyone like it. It was pretty yes but it froze the river. Took the prey away and made dying much easier. There was no way she was going to sit around and praise the cold whether. Even if it made the grass grow greener, the plants survive better in the end. She hated it all the same.
"Flametalon do you smell anything because I ceretaintly don't!" she meowed turning to look at her ginger brother. Who was currently ignoring her. "Flametalon.....what what's wrong?" He turned slowly fury flaming in his golden eyes.
"I smell rogues!"
Codeword: Polarbear
