Post by Sageheart on Dec 13, 2008 10:21:16 GMT -8
Name: Sageheart
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: A creamy tan she-cat with a white maw, chest, underbelly, and paws. Her eyes are a vibrant sage green, explaining her name. As for build, she is rather slim, obviously build for speed and agility rather than strength and force.
(Sorry the picture is drawn ^^;; I couldn't find any on the internet that looked like her, so I made my own)
Personality: All who have had the chance to meet her have simply discribed her as 'warm hearted'. Prefering peace over war, Sageheart has always been one of the more gentle cats among the clans. If she ever comes across a cat in need, she'll gladly help, wether their from her clan or not. Some may say that having a selfless attitude is a gift, but in some cases, it's her down fall. Because she is so caring, it pains her to bring harm to another cat, so she tends to avoid conflict. Meaning if she were to be attacked, she would most likely not fight back unless she had good reason to. For example, if one of her clanmates were at risk, or the life of another hung in the balance.
RP Example: White paws stalked gently across the forest floor, barley making a whisper of sound as the feline they carried neared her target. Just a few tail lengths ahead, a plump vole nibbled on a stalk of grass, comepletly unaware of the emense danger lurking in the shadows.
Finally, when the timing was just right, the creamy tan colored she-cat slipped into the all too familiar hunter's crouch, preparing her hind legs for the spring they would need to take down the small creature. Suddenly, her body launched itself forward, and landed on top of the prey, all in one smooth motion. Delivering the last deadly blow, Sageheart picked up her brize, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in her bright green eyes. As the warm scent of the vole filled her lungs, her stomach began to growl in anticipation. She hadn't eaten since the night before, explaining her hunger. But if she did eat her catch, that woud mean she would be breaking the warrior code. Something she defidently didn't want to do. With a small sigh, she headed back towards the small pile of prey she had gathered so far, and added her latest addition to the stock.
Just a little while longer. . . she thought to herself, before heading off back into the forest to look for her next victim.
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: A creamy tan she-cat with a white maw, chest, underbelly, and paws. Her eyes are a vibrant sage green, explaining her name. As for build, she is rather slim, obviously build for speed and agility rather than strength and force.
(Sorry the picture is drawn ^^;; I couldn't find any on the internet that looked like her, so I made my own)
Personality: All who have had the chance to meet her have simply discribed her as 'warm hearted'. Prefering peace over war, Sageheart has always been one of the more gentle cats among the clans. If she ever comes across a cat in need, she'll gladly help, wether their from her clan or not. Some may say that having a selfless attitude is a gift, but in some cases, it's her down fall. Because she is so caring, it pains her to bring harm to another cat, so she tends to avoid conflict. Meaning if she were to be attacked, she would most likely not fight back unless she had good reason to. For example, if one of her clanmates were at risk, or the life of another hung in the balance.
RP Example: White paws stalked gently across the forest floor, barley making a whisper of sound as the feline they carried neared her target. Just a few tail lengths ahead, a plump vole nibbled on a stalk of grass, comepletly unaware of the emense danger lurking in the shadows.
Finally, when the timing was just right, the creamy tan colored she-cat slipped into the all too familiar hunter's crouch, preparing her hind legs for the spring they would need to take down the small creature. Suddenly, her body launched itself forward, and landed on top of the prey, all in one smooth motion. Delivering the last deadly blow, Sageheart picked up her brize, a hint of satisfaction gleaming in her bright green eyes. As the warm scent of the vole filled her lungs, her stomach began to growl in anticipation. She hadn't eaten since the night before, explaining her hunger. But if she did eat her catch, that woud mean she would be breaking the warrior code. Something she defidently didn't want to do. With a small sigh, she headed back towards the small pile of prey she had gathered so far, and added her latest addition to the stock.
Just a little while longer. . . she thought to herself, before heading off back into the forest to look for her next victim.
