Post by Emberrz on Sept 5, 2007 7:59:51 GMT -5
Name: Silkcloud
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Silkcloud has a dusty silver pelt that shimmers, along with chocolaty brown ears. Her eyes are a stunning, dark emerald color, like the color of fern leaves in Green-leaf. She has a strong, thick frame, but it's beautifully carved.
Pic: Again, I don't know how to do this, so SKIPPING.
Personality: Silk can be cocky at times, (most of the time, mind you), but she's very sensitive. She has a rough tongue, but only when she's REALLY mad. Though cocky, she likes to help her clan mates when she can, and when she feels like it.
History: Silk's mother and father, Brindlepelt and Flamecoat, died when she was first apprenticed. She had no siblings; she was the only kit her mother had, and doesn't have many friends. Silk grew up sorta quiet, and then grew happier every day. She now is quite easy going and is easy to get along with.
IC: Silkcloud woke with a start. Her silvery pelt was ruffled slightly. She couldn't remember what her dream was about, except that she had seen her parents again. It had been happy, until just now, when she had to wake up and leave them once more.
Her tail twitched slightly as she stood up and padded out of the warrior's den. She took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh scents that flooded into her mouth. Sunlight streamed down on her, and once more, she enjoyed the days in WindClan.
Codeword:
Believer
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Silkcloud has a dusty silver pelt that shimmers, along with chocolaty brown ears. Her eyes are a stunning, dark emerald color, like the color of fern leaves in Green-leaf. She has a strong, thick frame, but it's beautifully carved.
Pic: Again, I don't know how to do this, so SKIPPING.
Personality: Silk can be cocky at times, (most of the time, mind you), but she's very sensitive. She has a rough tongue, but only when she's REALLY mad. Though cocky, she likes to help her clan mates when she can, and when she feels like it.
History: Silk's mother and father, Brindlepelt and Flamecoat, died when she was first apprenticed. She had no siblings; she was the only kit her mother had, and doesn't have many friends. Silk grew up sorta quiet, and then grew happier every day. She now is quite easy going and is easy to get along with.
IC: Silkcloud woke with a start. Her silvery pelt was ruffled slightly. She couldn't remember what her dream was about, except that she had seen her parents again. It had been happy, until just now, when she had to wake up and leave them once more.
Her tail twitched slightly as she stood up and padded out of the warrior's den. She took a deep breath, enjoying the fresh scents that flooded into her mouth. Sunlight streamed down on her, and once more, she enjoyed the days in WindClan.
Codeword:
Believer
