Post by nightkit on Oct 21, 2008 12:19:29 GMT -5
Name: Snowfang
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: 27 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat?
Description: Snowfang is a white she-cat, she has a black patch over her right eye, and her tail has a black tip. Her nose is clearly pink, although has black dots on it. She has a slightly worn look to her, and looks much older than she is, her eyes are not very bright. She has a scar on her flank from a battle where she had to protect some kits. She is fairly strong, although her body seems old, and not as 'fitting' as it used to be.
Personality: Snowfang is a brave cat. She'll do anything for her Clan even if it meant death. Snowfang is very loyal to her Clan. She can be strict sometimes, but underneath her tough-cat act, is a loving she-cat. She is a respected cat even though she is sometimes harsh tongued. She will challenge the leader, or any cat for what she thinks is right.
History: Born in WindClan, Snowfang has had a fairly uninteresting life. Only a few things had a major influence on her, the first being her mother. She died from greencough, when Snowfang was just a kit. This made Snowfang decide shew anted to become a medicine cat, she hung around the medicine den, pestering the current medicine cat, and when she became an apprentice, the medicine cat told her she had chosen Snowkit to become the new medicine cat apprentice.
IC/ Roleplaying Example: Chocolate fur brushed against the grass as he approached the Cricket. A moth flew past his face, making his whiskers twitch and tickle him, a short yelp of pleasure jumped from his jaw and before he realized what he had done, the cricket jumped away quicker than you could say mouse. He sighed and pulled his plump body onto the brown fence that bordered his nest. He looked out across the forest and sighed, Please, just let me go out there mother, he stared up at the sky, barely a fur on his pelt moving. After a few minutes, he let his head fall down to its normal position. Fine, I won't. but I'm sick of waiting... He shook his head as he remembered his mothers stories. "They will come for you soon, Mudpelt."
He shook his head again, who was he kidding? He was Charlie, a stupid kittypet that struggled to jump onto his fence, for he was so fat. He wasn't Mudpelt, remembering the name his mother had given him, the brave warrior. He was already to old. He sighed and turned away from the forest, facing the nest he was tied to.
CodeWord: Polarbear
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: 27 Moons
Rank: Medicine Cat?
Description: Snowfang is a white she-cat, she has a black patch over her right eye, and her tail has a black tip. Her nose is clearly pink, although has black dots on it. She has a slightly worn look to her, and looks much older than she is, her eyes are not very bright. She has a scar on her flank from a battle where she had to protect some kits. She is fairly strong, although her body seems old, and not as 'fitting' as it used to be.
Personality: Snowfang is a brave cat. She'll do anything for her Clan even if it meant death. Snowfang is very loyal to her Clan. She can be strict sometimes, but underneath her tough-cat act, is a loving she-cat. She is a respected cat even though she is sometimes harsh tongued. She will challenge the leader, or any cat for what she thinks is right.
History: Born in WindClan, Snowfang has had a fairly uninteresting life. Only a few things had a major influence on her, the first being her mother. She died from greencough, when Snowfang was just a kit. This made Snowfang decide shew anted to become a medicine cat, she hung around the medicine den, pestering the current medicine cat, and when she became an apprentice, the medicine cat told her she had chosen Snowkit to become the new medicine cat apprentice.
IC/ Roleplaying Example: Chocolate fur brushed against the grass as he approached the Cricket. A moth flew past his face, making his whiskers twitch and tickle him, a short yelp of pleasure jumped from his jaw and before he realized what he had done, the cricket jumped away quicker than you could say mouse. He sighed and pulled his plump body onto the brown fence that bordered his nest. He looked out across the forest and sighed, Please, just let me go out there mother, he stared up at the sky, barely a fur on his pelt moving. After a few minutes, he let his head fall down to its normal position. Fine, I won't. but I'm sick of waiting... He shook his head as he remembered his mothers stories. "They will come for you soon, Mudpelt."
He shook his head again, who was he kidding? He was Charlie, a stupid kittypet that struggled to jump onto his fence, for he was so fat. He wasn't Mudpelt, remembering the name his mother had given him, the brave warrior. He was already to old. He sighed and turned away from the forest, facing the nest he was tied to.
CodeWord: Polarbear
