Post by heartpool on Sept 4, 2007 18:29:03 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Heartpool
Gender: Female
Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Heartpool is very wise, but has a major stubborn streak that can cause some trouble in the clan life. She also has somewhat of a temper. If crossed Heartpool is to be feared for she is very hostile in battle. Cats who have grown up with Heartpool know that she is very kind and caring, its just she sometimes has a hard time accepting change. If something serious happens to her clan she goes into a stage of denial, watch out when she comes out of it though, you'll have your fur along with your ears ripped off.
Appearance: (You can look at the siggy for some reference) Heartpool has silky lunar white fur, tainted by a black splotch in the shape of a heart. Growing up she was teased about it saying it was a sign that she would loose in the game of love, but she ignored it and carried out her daily duties. Anyways back on track, her eyes are silvery blue orbs that look like stars under a full moon but deathly pale in the sun. Many cats fear her because of this. She is very slender and is able to speed across the terrain at a speed many cats cannot reach. She is short furred which allows her to slink through the marshes with ease. Her whiskers as many cats say glow under the pale lunar light as she watches over her clan on the night patrol.
History: Heartpool's parents died going into battle when she was only 3 moons old. Nursed and looked after by a different queen, Heartpool's personality had dropped to be sulky and solem. She grew up being teased and always blamed for what someone else did, because she wouldn't speak up for herself. Then one day after she lost her adopted mother, her personality changed again. To the very one it is now. She no longer sat and let people have their way with her she became one of the strongest, wild opinionated, crazy, wise, she-cat the Clans have ever seen. She was Heartpool of WindClan.
Example of Roleplay: Paws brushed the soft, weak grass as the moon rose in the sky. Glowing whiskers twitched as the hunter lifted her muzzle to the sky, sniffing for her prey. Claws unsheathed and silver eyes shone. Scuttering was heard, a small rabbit sat twitching its ears as its little pink nose twitched to the same beat. The lunar being crouched low, her silver pools, resting on the hunty. There was a flash and the white figure flew across the terrain at the unwarned rabbit. Crimson blood, stained the white she-cat, and her pearly white teeth glinted. Tonight would be a rich night of prey, she could feel it in her bones. Dropping the dead prey she licked herself clean until she sparkled like the moon against the dark hazy field. She smirked a feline smile as she whispered, "Heartpool of WindClan thanks the Starpelt for the plentiful prey." Dragging the dead rabbit to a near by heap of needles and leafs, she pushed it under with her nose with the rest of the prey that she had already caught that night. Little did she know The Huntress would soon become the Hunted...(Excerpt took from a story me and my friend are writing, sorry if it doesn't follow the plot)
Other: N/A
Gender: Female
Age: 37 Moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: WindClan
Personality: Heartpool is very wise, but has a major stubborn streak that can cause some trouble in the clan life. She also has somewhat of a temper. If crossed Heartpool is to be feared for she is very hostile in battle. Cats who have grown up with Heartpool know that she is very kind and caring, its just she sometimes has a hard time accepting change. If something serious happens to her clan she goes into a stage of denial, watch out when she comes out of it though, you'll have your fur along with your ears ripped off.
Appearance: (You can look at the siggy for some reference) Heartpool has silky lunar white fur, tainted by a black splotch in the shape of a heart. Growing up she was teased about it saying it was a sign that she would loose in the game of love, but she ignored it and carried out her daily duties. Anyways back on track, her eyes are silvery blue orbs that look like stars under a full moon but deathly pale in the sun. Many cats fear her because of this. She is very slender and is able to speed across the terrain at a speed many cats cannot reach. She is short furred which allows her to slink through the marshes with ease. Her whiskers as many cats say glow under the pale lunar light as she watches over her clan on the night patrol.
History: Heartpool's parents died going into battle when she was only 3 moons old. Nursed and looked after by a different queen, Heartpool's personality had dropped to be sulky and solem. She grew up being teased and always blamed for what someone else did, because she wouldn't speak up for herself. Then one day after she lost her adopted mother, her personality changed again. To the very one it is now. She no longer sat and let people have their way with her she became one of the strongest, wild opinionated, crazy, wise, she-cat the Clans have ever seen. She was Heartpool of WindClan.
Example of Roleplay: Paws brushed the soft, weak grass as the moon rose in the sky. Glowing whiskers twitched as the hunter lifted her muzzle to the sky, sniffing for her prey. Claws unsheathed and silver eyes shone. Scuttering was heard, a small rabbit sat twitching its ears as its little pink nose twitched to the same beat. The lunar being crouched low, her silver pools, resting on the hunty. There was a flash and the white figure flew across the terrain at the unwarned rabbit. Crimson blood, stained the white she-cat, and her pearly white teeth glinted. Tonight would be a rich night of prey, she could feel it in her bones. Dropping the dead prey she licked herself clean until she sparkled like the moon against the dark hazy field. She smirked a feline smile as she whispered, "Heartpool of WindClan thanks the Starpelt for the plentiful prey." Dragging the dead rabbit to a near by heap of needles and leafs, she pushed it under with her nose with the rest of the prey that she had already caught that night. Little did she know The Huntress would soon become the Hunted...(Excerpt took from a story me and my friend are writing, sorry if it doesn't follow the plot)
Other: N/A
