Post by laura on Jul 2, 2007 16:52:51 GMT -5
Name:
Fawntail
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
The she-cat is thin and agile, a sleek build for a new warrior. Her frame is delicate, though she can fight like crazy. Her legs are long, and ears are slightly bend at the tips, to give a cute-kitten look, though she is far from it. Her fur is a light grey, followed by dark grey stripes. She has a lighter grey chest, and around her eyes and ears are lighter, too. Her eyes are a yellow-green, and the tip of her tail is brown.
Pic:
Personality:
The she-cat is friendly, though can be fiery at times. She has a common known likely for friends, and a lot of them. She often will turned to other’s for advice, then take off to try what they said. Hunting with groups and patrolling with about three cats total is better than a lone to her.
History:
Fawntail was born into a clan on the meadows near two-legged. The grassy fields of stalk-high barely was all that was seen, but the cats made home in the forgotten meadow. When she had gotten used to the life of barely as the main view, the farms realized it was time to cut the wheat for selling. The huge machine came, and the cats scattered, braking up and running in different directions. She ran far, never looking back, the humming still faint in her ears.
She traveled with some other cats, who all soon left with clans they found. Fawntail moved on, known she would find her clan soon enough. Though she went on, no clan arrived that she found appealing. For a while, not clans at all. The other clans her friends went to were small, maybe even only five or six cats. She needed more than that. Her life thrived on social aspects.
IC:
Feeling the marsh lands of the cool ground, the green-leaf breezes sweep through the brush. The ground of the small woods and open plain was grassy, but had water that gushed out under weight. The land was quiet, the calm feeling drifting through the scenery. The sun was low, the setting casting the colorful rays across the open sky.
A rustled, and a noise came from bushes. Over a small hill sat a she-cat. She glanced back, grey head turning. She had left the marshy lands behind her, and was headed into large, dense woods. The feeling grew in her chest as she sniffed, her maw open a little. Other cats. She let a small grin play across her light maw, then she lifted her paws and headed forward. She coat was light grey with dark grey stripes. Her chest was light grey, and around her eyes and ears were light grey, too. Her dull yellow-green eyes stared ahead, eagerly waiting for more movement. She leapt over small things like twigs and bushes that stood in her path, the scent of the faint cats washing into her system.
She bounded forward, then came crashing down as she leapt down from the log. She didn’t realize the bank of the river sitting in front of her. As her paws touched the cold water, she shrunk back slightly. Then, she lowered her maw, pink tongue out and lapped at the refreshing water. The current was quick, but good enough for the she-cat to cross. She waded in, and shivered slghtly, but kept going. As soon as it reached her chest, and began to swin, head held about the water, and paws moving her swiftly to the other side.
Codeword: Road Bend
Fawntail
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
RiverClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
The she-cat is thin and agile, a sleek build for a new warrior. Her frame is delicate, though she can fight like crazy. Her legs are long, and ears are slightly bend at the tips, to give a cute-kitten look, though she is far from it. Her fur is a light grey, followed by dark grey stripes. She has a lighter grey chest, and around her eyes and ears are lighter, too. Her eyes are a yellow-green, and the tip of her tail is brown.
Pic:
Personality:
The she-cat is friendly, though can be fiery at times. She has a common known likely for friends, and a lot of them. She often will turned to other’s for advice, then take off to try what they said. Hunting with groups and patrolling with about three cats total is better than a lone to her.
History:
Fawntail was born into a clan on the meadows near two-legged. The grassy fields of stalk-high barely was all that was seen, but the cats made home in the forgotten meadow. When she had gotten used to the life of barely as the main view, the farms realized it was time to cut the wheat for selling. The huge machine came, and the cats scattered, braking up and running in different directions. She ran far, never looking back, the humming still faint in her ears.
She traveled with some other cats, who all soon left with clans they found. Fawntail moved on, known she would find her clan soon enough. Though she went on, no clan arrived that she found appealing. For a while, not clans at all. The other clans her friends went to were small, maybe even only five or six cats. She needed more than that. Her life thrived on social aspects.
IC:
Feeling the marsh lands of the cool ground, the green-leaf breezes sweep through the brush. The ground of the small woods and open plain was grassy, but had water that gushed out under weight. The land was quiet, the calm feeling drifting through the scenery. The sun was low, the setting casting the colorful rays across the open sky.
A rustled, and a noise came from bushes. Over a small hill sat a she-cat. She glanced back, grey head turning. She had left the marshy lands behind her, and was headed into large, dense woods. The feeling grew in her chest as she sniffed, her maw open a little. Other cats. She let a small grin play across her light maw, then she lifted her paws and headed forward. She coat was light grey with dark grey stripes. Her chest was light grey, and around her eyes and ears were light grey, too. Her dull yellow-green eyes stared ahead, eagerly waiting for more movement. She leapt over small things like twigs and bushes that stood in her path, the scent of the faint cats washing into her system.
She bounded forward, then came crashing down as she leapt down from the log. She didn’t realize the bank of the river sitting in front of her. As her paws touched the cold water, she shrunk back slightly. Then, she lowered her maw, pink tongue out and lapped at the refreshing water. The current was quick, but good enough for the she-cat to cross. She waded in, and shivered slghtly, but kept going. As soon as it reached her chest, and began to swin, head held about the water, and paws moving her swiftly to the other side.
Codeword: Road Bend
Accepted!
