Post by .:Always:. ~*Silverstar*~ on Apr 5, 2007 18:31:44 GMT -5
Cat's Name: Cloverfoot
Gender: She-cat
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LightningClan
Personality: She seems to be very revealing, opening up and telling every single detail of everything, but she in fact keeps thing hidden, secret, and silent. She isn't at all what she seems to be.
Appearance: She is the same gray-white color as a clover flower, and is about as slender as one, too. When she moves, her eyes seem to turn faintly pink-purple, although they actually remain blue. At the end of her tail is a tuft of very stiff hairs, almost like a barbed stinger.
History: She was born into LightningClan to a mother who died giving birth to her single kit. It seems that the hairs at the end of Cloverfoot's tail stiffened with blood at that time, and never did unstiffen. She was lonely as a kit, so lonely that she was incredibly antisocial by the time she was apprenticed. Her mentor got her to open up to him, or so he thought. He never noticed that she wasn't telling the whole truth.
Example of Roleplay: Cloverfoot padded through the Sunningrocks. A taste of vole wafted through the air, and she dropped into a hunting crouch. The vole was scrabbling atop the biggest rock, in plain view of the stealthy warrior. Gotcha, she thought as she pounced on it. The vole shot away. Don't gotcha, she mewed, silently and reluctantly. Oh, well. The she-cat turned and began to hunt for another vole.
Other: My 3rd character.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 32 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: LightningClan
Personality: She seems to be very revealing, opening up and telling every single detail of everything, but she in fact keeps thing hidden, secret, and silent. She isn't at all what she seems to be.
Appearance: She is the same gray-white color as a clover flower, and is about as slender as one, too. When she moves, her eyes seem to turn faintly pink-purple, although they actually remain blue. At the end of her tail is a tuft of very stiff hairs, almost like a barbed stinger.
History: She was born into LightningClan to a mother who died giving birth to her single kit. It seems that the hairs at the end of Cloverfoot's tail stiffened with blood at that time, and never did unstiffen. She was lonely as a kit, so lonely that she was incredibly antisocial by the time she was apprenticed. Her mentor got her to open up to him, or so he thought. He never noticed that she wasn't telling the whole truth.
Example of Roleplay: Cloverfoot padded through the Sunningrocks. A taste of vole wafted through the air, and she dropped into a hunting crouch. The vole was scrabbling atop the biggest rock, in plain view of the stealthy warrior. Gotcha, she thought as she pounced on it. The vole shot away. Don't gotcha, she mewed, silently and reluctantly. Oh, well. The she-cat turned and began to hunt for another vole.
Other: My 3rd character.
