Post by ghost on Jan 24, 2009 5:16:26 GMT -8
Name: Fallingleaf
Age: 23 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Fallingleaf is a young tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat. She is slender, but sleek and well muscled. Her eyes are leaf-green with some flecks of gold n them. She got the name Fallingleaf from an odd light ginger leaf-shaped patch between her ears, which are a little on the small side. Her legs are white, but small light- ginger speckles go down her snowy fur. Her flanks and back is a blanket of bold light ginger, blackish-brown, and white patches. Her tail is average sized, patched with colors until the white tip. Her paws are average sized, and her claws are an ivory color, size and sharpness of rosethorns.
Personality: A strong young cat, Fallingleaf is quick to give her opion on everything. Stubborn and determined, she will do what she thinks is right. She is very loyal though, and a good firend to have. She'll keep her promises. She is a day-dreamer too, her head is always in the clouds. Shy around new cats, but opens out very easily. She enjoys long hunting trips and surpirsingly, dawn patrol, and of course, swimming.
RP Example:
Fallingleaf crouched. Her eyes were trained on the mouse two fox-lengths in front of her. She crouched down lower, cursing her dappled pelt. Great. Now my dumb pelt will give me away. she thought, wishing for a white pelt. She blinked and then focued back on the mouse that was nibbling a seed. She slowly brought one paw forward. Then another, and another. She narrowed her gold-green eyes and then lept, slamming her paws down on the mouse. She leaned forward and nipped itin the neck, ending it's life quickely. Thank you StarClan. she prayed. She picked up the mouse between her teeth and headed back to camp, fluffing up her fur against the chilly morning breeze. Swimming strongly against the river's current, she pulled herself onto shore. Her fur and prey were dripping. Shaking off the water and scattering the droplets around, she padded through camp and dropped her mouse on the fresh-kill pile. Then she padded towards her nest. The warriros tree. Jumping onto the rock, she jumped again and then padded inside the den, curling up into her nest and wrapping her feathery tail over her small pink nose.
Age: 23 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Position: Warrior
Appearance: Fallingleaf is a young tortoiseshell-and-white she-cat. She is slender, but sleek and well muscled. Her eyes are leaf-green with some flecks of gold n them. She got the name Fallingleaf from an odd light ginger leaf-shaped patch between her ears, which are a little on the small side. Her legs are white, but small light- ginger speckles go down her snowy fur. Her flanks and back is a blanket of bold light ginger, blackish-brown, and white patches. Her tail is average sized, patched with colors until the white tip. Her paws are average sized, and her claws are an ivory color, size and sharpness of rosethorns.
Personality: A strong young cat, Fallingleaf is quick to give her opion on everything. Stubborn and determined, she will do what she thinks is right. She is very loyal though, and a good firend to have. She'll keep her promises. She is a day-dreamer too, her head is always in the clouds. Shy around new cats, but opens out very easily. She enjoys long hunting trips and surpirsingly, dawn patrol, and of course, swimming.
RP Example:
Fallingleaf crouched. Her eyes were trained on the mouse two fox-lengths in front of her. She crouched down lower, cursing her dappled pelt. Great. Now my dumb pelt will give me away. she thought, wishing for a white pelt. She blinked and then focued back on the mouse that was nibbling a seed. She slowly brought one paw forward. Then another, and another. She narrowed her gold-green eyes and then lept, slamming her paws down on the mouse. She leaned forward and nipped itin the neck, ending it's life quickely. Thank you StarClan. she prayed. She picked up the mouse between her teeth and headed back to camp, fluffing up her fur against the chilly morning breeze. Swimming strongly against the river's current, she pulled herself onto shore. Her fur and prey were dripping. Shaking off the water and scattering the droplets around, she padded through camp and dropped her mouse on the fresh-kill pile. Then she padded towards her nest. The warriros tree. Jumping onto the rock, she jumped again and then padded inside the den, curling up into her nest and wrapping her feathery tail over her small pink nose.
