Post by Flamesky on Nov 22, 2008 19:48:36 GMT -8
Name: Flamesky
Age: 35 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Flamesky is a medium-sized cat. She has long, lithe legs and body. Her muscles are taught and strong. She can outrun almost any cat. Her fur is short but soft. It is a bright orange color, like that of fall leaves or the sky right when the sun sets. Her paws are dark gray. Her tail is very long. her nose is a soft pink color and her whiskers are light gray. Her eyes are bright amber color, with specks of green flecked in them. She has many battle scars all over her body, but the most noticeable one is from her neck all the way to the base of her tail.
Personality: Flamesky is actually a very friendly cat. She likes to give cats who do bad things the benefit of the doubt, but she is quick to judge. She's sarcastic and quick-tongued. She's very private about her past, however. She doesn't let herself love easily. She doesn't like to play around-- she's very serious most of the time. She likes to take comtrol and get things done; she never procrastinates. Cats love to come to her for advice because she always listens and always tells exactly what she thinks. She's straightforward and tells it like it is-- she never sugarcoats the bad stuff of downplays the good.
RP Example: "Flamesky!" she heard someone yowl.
She had been drifting off in camp, letting the warm greenleaf sun warm her firey pelt. It felt good to do nothing for a while. She was always so busy. Although she couldn't get mad. She brought it on herself. She opened her eyes and looked at the cat who had called her. "Yes?" she mewed, getting up to stretch. She supposed this was going to take some time. Might as well get up and deal with it.
"The patrol just got back. They think that WindClan was stealing our prey!" the other cat meweled, sounding rather desprate.
"And they have evidence?" she asked. She didn't want to jump into anything and make a big mistake.
"WindClan scent on one of the trees, a tuft of fur on a branch, and blood on teh forest floor..."
Flamesky didn't wait for him to finish. She left camp and raced to the border. She sniffed the air and followed the WindClan scent... sure enough, the evidence was everywhere! Flmaesky went back to camp, to discuss this with the leader and the deputy... WindClan would be sorry for ever breaking the warrior code, especially against ShadowClan!
Age: 35 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Flamesky is a medium-sized cat. She has long, lithe legs and body. Her muscles are taught and strong. She can outrun almost any cat. Her fur is short but soft. It is a bright orange color, like that of fall leaves or the sky right when the sun sets. Her paws are dark gray. Her tail is very long. her nose is a soft pink color and her whiskers are light gray. Her eyes are bright amber color, with specks of green flecked in them. She has many battle scars all over her body, but the most noticeable one is from her neck all the way to the base of her tail.
Personality: Flamesky is actually a very friendly cat. She likes to give cats who do bad things the benefit of the doubt, but she is quick to judge. She's sarcastic and quick-tongued. She's very private about her past, however. She doesn't let herself love easily. She doesn't like to play around-- she's very serious most of the time. She likes to take comtrol and get things done; she never procrastinates. Cats love to come to her for advice because she always listens and always tells exactly what she thinks. She's straightforward and tells it like it is-- she never sugarcoats the bad stuff of downplays the good.
RP Example: "Flamesky!" she heard someone yowl.
She had been drifting off in camp, letting the warm greenleaf sun warm her firey pelt. It felt good to do nothing for a while. She was always so busy. Although she couldn't get mad. She brought it on herself. She opened her eyes and looked at the cat who had called her. "Yes?" she mewed, getting up to stretch. She supposed this was going to take some time. Might as well get up and deal with it.
"The patrol just got back. They think that WindClan was stealing our prey!" the other cat meweled, sounding rather desprate.
"And they have evidence?" she asked. She didn't want to jump into anything and make a big mistake.
"WindClan scent on one of the trees, a tuft of fur on a branch, and blood on teh forest floor..."
Flamesky didn't wait for him to finish. She left camp and raced to the border. She sniffed the air and followed the WindClan scent... sure enough, the evidence was everywhere! Flmaesky went back to camp, to discuss this with the leader and the deputy... WindClan would be sorry for ever breaking the warrior code, especially against ShadowClan!
