Post by person on Oct 6, 2007 19:21:31 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Firefur
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: It matters not what Clan you are born in, or where you are from; Firefur will always greet you with a compassionate smile. Her love for her Clan goes deeper than words can describe- she would die for her clan mates anytime, not caring what the situation is. Firefur has a benevolent look in her eyes that just let you know she’s there for you. Her sweet disposition proves to others that she is very trustworthy and patient feline. If you’re having a quandary, Firefur is here for guidance. Her soul is pure like the snow befallen her chest, and her righteous ways corroborate how true this cat really is.
Though these characteristics seem somewhat outgoing, Firefur keeps to herself often. She’s a very quiet she-cat, and doesn’t speak much at all. To even have a conversation with her is rare. Her every stare is filled with sorrow and pain. Firefur hides something deep beneath her spirit, a past in which she feels she can never reveal. One of her acclaimed attributes is that she cannot lie. Whether this is a setback or a wonderful quality, it is something she’s lived with for moons and is what had given her such a marvelous repute. Yet, Firefur has never thought of herself of beautiful, or cunning. Firefur is a very skillful hunter, due to her keen hearing and eyesight. She enjoys to cool off in the River anytime she is free, maybe even with a friend.
Appearance: Firefur is a dark, ginger she-cat with light brown stripes. Her eyes are like silver pools of water, shining in the moonlight. Her ears are light brown woth dark ginger tips. Firefur's nose is dark brown, which compliments her bright eyes. Her tail is quite long for her size and is always loose and fitting. Her paws are very dark ginger and her pads are pitch black, that goes great with shadows.
History: She was born as a loner in the mountains with her sister Vixenleap and her brother Stonepelt. When her parents and her brother died, she left her sister in the abandonded shed, which was their home in the mountains, and set sail for a long journey. She went down the mountains and found a kittypet named Murita. She became very good friends with this cat and developed a sisterly bond. She knew this wasn't the place for her though, so she left abruptly and went further away from her first home. She wandered one day into Riverclan camp and fought fiercely with a patrol of warriors and they asked her to come back to camp with them. She accepted their offer and became a Riverclan warrior.
Example of Roleplay: Firefur sat in the warrior's den and As Firefur walked out of her den, she stopped and realized she had to go on a patrol this sunhigh. She couldnt wait for it. But for now, she thouhgt she would just go think in her nest. She curled up in her nest and thought about where her sister Vixenleap had gone to after she saw her asleep in the abandon shed. She also thought about her mother, father, and brother. How she left in a huff and came back to find out they was dead. How could she ever forgive herself for her family's, besides Vixenleap's, own death. Maybe I could have saved them if I wouldnt have left. She thought to herself. Just maybe.....
Other: noppeeee!
Gender: She-cat
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: RiverClan
Personality: It matters not what Clan you are born in, or where you are from; Firefur will always greet you with a compassionate smile. Her love for her Clan goes deeper than words can describe- she would die for her clan mates anytime, not caring what the situation is. Firefur has a benevolent look in her eyes that just let you know she’s there for you. Her sweet disposition proves to others that she is very trustworthy and patient feline. If you’re having a quandary, Firefur is here for guidance. Her soul is pure like the snow befallen her chest, and her righteous ways corroborate how true this cat really is.
Though these characteristics seem somewhat outgoing, Firefur keeps to herself often. She’s a very quiet she-cat, and doesn’t speak much at all. To even have a conversation with her is rare. Her every stare is filled with sorrow and pain. Firefur hides something deep beneath her spirit, a past in which she feels she can never reveal. One of her acclaimed attributes is that she cannot lie. Whether this is a setback or a wonderful quality, it is something she’s lived with for moons and is what had given her such a marvelous repute. Yet, Firefur has never thought of herself of beautiful, or cunning. Firefur is a very skillful hunter, due to her keen hearing and eyesight. She enjoys to cool off in the River anytime she is free, maybe even with a friend.
Appearance: Firefur is a dark, ginger she-cat with light brown stripes. Her eyes are like silver pools of water, shining in the moonlight. Her ears are light brown woth dark ginger tips. Firefur's nose is dark brown, which compliments her bright eyes. Her tail is quite long for her size and is always loose and fitting. Her paws are very dark ginger and her pads are pitch black, that goes great with shadows.
History: She was born as a loner in the mountains with her sister Vixenleap and her brother Stonepelt. When her parents and her brother died, she left her sister in the abandonded shed, which was their home in the mountains, and set sail for a long journey. She went down the mountains and found a kittypet named Murita. She became very good friends with this cat and developed a sisterly bond. She knew this wasn't the place for her though, so she left abruptly and went further away from her first home. She wandered one day into Riverclan camp and fought fiercely with a patrol of warriors and they asked her to come back to camp with them. She accepted their offer and became a Riverclan warrior.
Example of Roleplay: Firefur sat in the warrior's den and As Firefur walked out of her den, she stopped and realized she had to go on a patrol this sunhigh. She couldnt wait for it. But for now, she thouhgt she would just go think in her nest. She curled up in her nest and thought about where her sister Vixenleap had gone to after she saw her asleep in the abandon shed. She also thought about her mother, father, and brother. How she left in a huff and came back to find out they was dead. How could she ever forgive herself for her family's, besides Vixenleap's, own death. Maybe I could have saved them if I wouldnt have left. She thought to herself. Just maybe.....
Other: noppeeee!
