Post by {sweetly bro.ken} Hollyleaf on Apr 6, 2007 14:55:36 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Fleetfoot
Gender: She-cat
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: Fleetfoot loves to run. She spends her time racing through the forest, outrunning everything she wants to outrun. Consequently, she is one of the best hunters in the Clan.
Appearance: Her brown fur has long white stripes down the side, making her look as if she is part of the wind. The odd green/amber shade of her eyes only adds to the appearance of her being the forest wind.
History: She was born in the quickest kitting yet seen in the Clans. Once born, she began to grow fast, learn fast, eat fast, and run fast. "Slow" isn't part of her vocabulary. In her apprenticeship, she began to hunt fast and fight fast. The day she had her warrior ceremony was the hardest of her life, because she had to stay still for the entire night. What prompted this quickness? Probably the extreme competition she has spent her whole life in.
Example of Roleplay: Fleetfoot awoke today, as she did every day, by snapping her eyes open and jumping to her paws. She darted out of the warriors' den and headed off to wolf down a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. When she was done, she searched for the deputy. Upon finding him, she mewed, "Redstorm, may I go on the dawn patrol?"
Other: We need more cats.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 17 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: Fleetfoot loves to run. She spends her time racing through the forest, outrunning everything she wants to outrun. Consequently, she is one of the best hunters in the Clan.
Appearance: Her brown fur has long white stripes down the side, making her look as if she is part of the wind. The odd green/amber shade of her eyes only adds to the appearance of her being the forest wind.
History: She was born in the quickest kitting yet seen in the Clans. Once born, she began to grow fast, learn fast, eat fast, and run fast. "Slow" isn't part of her vocabulary. In her apprenticeship, she began to hunt fast and fight fast. The day she had her warrior ceremony was the hardest of her life, because she had to stay still for the entire night. What prompted this quickness? Probably the extreme competition she has spent her whole life in.
Example of Roleplay: Fleetfoot awoke today, as she did every day, by snapping her eyes open and jumping to her paws. She darted out of the warriors' den and headed off to wolf down a mouse from the fresh-kill pile. When she was done, she searched for the deputy. Upon finding him, she mewed, "Redstorm, may I go on the dawn patrol?"
Other: We need more cats.
