Post by mosswhisker on Sept 27, 2008 4:14:40 GMT -8
Name:Mosswhisker
Age: 18 moons
Gender: she cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Mosswhisker's fur is a spanish moss color. Her pelt ripples with the realitivley big muscles that lie beneath and is rather strong for a she cat. Her eyes are a pale green that sparkle with her everlasting enthusiasm, has claws that match the sharpness of her eyes. Her paws are small, but that's what makes her reflexes so fast and direct. Mosswhisker is the perfect stalker for she can ramain hidden any where in the forest due to her gray pelt, quiet paws, and pale eyes.
Personality: Mosswhisker is very enthusiastic. She always sees the positive side of things and hardly ever stays upset for more than a day. She is alway ready to meet the days challenges and is eager fight to defend her Clan. Sometimes this quality can get her in trouble though. Accidentally chasing an enemy cat across the border and well into another clan's territory can sometimes get you in trouble with the Clan leader. But despite all that, she is still intensely loyal to her Clan, maybe a bit stubborn, but always loyal to the end.
RP Example: The light of the morning Sun slanted just slightly through the branches of the trees above. A gray she cat darted quickly through the undergrowth and bounded around a clump of brambles. She was on hot pursuit of a squirrel that seemed to always be a couple of steps ahead of her. Her green eyes were intent on her prey, determination making them glow as she closed in on her prey. "Mosswhisker!" a yowl from behind her made her stop. The squirrel quickly charged up a tree and hid in the leaves above the she cats head. "Grr, I almost had it!" Mosswhisker spun around and glared at the other cat, standing a couple of foxlengths away, who had cost her the kill of a particularly speedy squirrel. "Forget it! You would have been stealing it any way!" the tom called back. "What do you mean? I dont see any other cats!" she retorted. "Use your nose, mousebrain! You crossed into ShadowClan territory!" the tom reluctanly took a step forward, closer to the border. Mosswhisker rose her head and dreww in a deep breath. The tom was right, she HAD crossed the border. "Eheheh, oops. Um, it was an accident, your not going to tell the leader are you?" she mewed sheepishly. The tom sighed and shook his head, "C'mon, we wont worry about it this time, just get back over here!". Mosswhisker sighed and followed her clanmate back across the border and to camp.
Age: 18 moons
Gender: she cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Mosswhisker's fur is a spanish moss color. Her pelt ripples with the realitivley big muscles that lie beneath and is rather strong for a she cat. Her eyes are a pale green that sparkle with her everlasting enthusiasm, has claws that match the sharpness of her eyes. Her paws are small, but that's what makes her reflexes so fast and direct. Mosswhisker is the perfect stalker for she can ramain hidden any where in the forest due to her gray pelt, quiet paws, and pale eyes.
Personality: Mosswhisker is very enthusiastic. She always sees the positive side of things and hardly ever stays upset for more than a day. She is alway ready to meet the days challenges and is eager fight to defend her Clan. Sometimes this quality can get her in trouble though. Accidentally chasing an enemy cat across the border and well into another clan's territory can sometimes get you in trouble with the Clan leader. But despite all that, she is still intensely loyal to her Clan, maybe a bit stubborn, but always loyal to the end.
RP Example: The light of the morning Sun slanted just slightly through the branches of the trees above. A gray she cat darted quickly through the undergrowth and bounded around a clump of brambles. She was on hot pursuit of a squirrel that seemed to always be a couple of steps ahead of her. Her green eyes were intent on her prey, determination making them glow as she closed in on her prey. "Mosswhisker!" a yowl from behind her made her stop. The squirrel quickly charged up a tree and hid in the leaves above the she cats head. "Grr, I almost had it!" Mosswhisker spun around and glared at the other cat, standing a couple of foxlengths away, who had cost her the kill of a particularly speedy squirrel. "Forget it! You would have been stealing it any way!" the tom called back. "What do you mean? I dont see any other cats!" she retorted. "Use your nose, mousebrain! You crossed into ShadowClan territory!" the tom reluctanly took a step forward, closer to the border. Mosswhisker rose her head and dreww in a deep breath. The tom was right, she HAD crossed the border. "Eheheh, oops. Um, it was an accident, your not going to tell the leader are you?" she mewed sheepishly. The tom sighed and shook his head, "C'mon, we wont worry about it this time, just get back over here!". Mosswhisker sighed and followed her clanmate back across the border and to camp.
