Post by shiningheart on Jul 21, 2008 12:47:07 GMT -8
Name: Dawnfire
Age: 25 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: warrior
Appearance: Dawnfire's pelt is a bit....unnatural. It's dappled with dark ginger, bright ginger, and light, almost white, blue. Her eyes are a hard, icy blue all the time. Anyone on the receiving end of her glare feel like ice runs through their veins instead of blood. When the sunlight strikes her, she actually lookes like dawn.
Personality: Like all of ShadowClan, Dawnfire hides most of her emotions. She's cold most of the time, except when it comes to kits. Dawnfire's always had a soft spot for kits, even before she became a warrior. Whether it's a kit from her own Clan, another Clan, or not even from the forest, she won't let a kit suffer. The kit doesn't even have to be a cat. She believes all creatures should have a chance to live.
RP Example: The rain had started before Hawktalon returned. When Dawnfire saw Hawktalon, she emerged from the hollow tree she hid in. In a second, her fur was plastered to her body. "About time!" She meowed before picking up a jawful of fresh-kill. Every few pawsteps, Dawnfire paused to shake out his fur. Not that it did any good. The rain was coming down hard. The wind had strengthened to the point Ripplestream had to struggle just to put one paw in front of the other. Dawnfire's thoughts flew to the camp. Had everyone taken shelter? Would the camp need repairs after this? And if so, did they have enough warriors to get it all done?? Hawktalon's shouted words made Dawnfire's paws go a bit faster. Almost there, almost to shelter, almost to the Clan she loved! The wind shrieked loudly around them. It sounded like the yowls of cats dying in battles over the countless seasons the Clans had been here. Dawnfire pressed her ears against her head in an effort to keep out the noise. It didn't work. The wind/yowling cats seemed driven into her skull. Her blood pounded with the effort of getting to camp.
Age: 25 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Position: warrior
Appearance: Dawnfire's pelt is a bit....unnatural. It's dappled with dark ginger, bright ginger, and light, almost white, blue. Her eyes are a hard, icy blue all the time. Anyone on the receiving end of her glare feel like ice runs through their veins instead of blood. When the sunlight strikes her, she actually lookes like dawn.
Personality: Like all of ShadowClan, Dawnfire hides most of her emotions. She's cold most of the time, except when it comes to kits. Dawnfire's always had a soft spot for kits, even before she became a warrior. Whether it's a kit from her own Clan, another Clan, or not even from the forest, she won't let a kit suffer. The kit doesn't even have to be a cat. She believes all creatures should have a chance to live.
RP Example: The rain had started before Hawktalon returned. When Dawnfire saw Hawktalon, she emerged from the hollow tree she hid in. In a second, her fur was plastered to her body. "About time!" She meowed before picking up a jawful of fresh-kill. Every few pawsteps, Dawnfire paused to shake out his fur. Not that it did any good. The rain was coming down hard. The wind had strengthened to the point Ripplestream had to struggle just to put one paw in front of the other. Dawnfire's thoughts flew to the camp. Had everyone taken shelter? Would the camp need repairs after this? And if so, did they have enough warriors to get it all done?? Hawktalon's shouted words made Dawnfire's paws go a bit faster. Almost there, almost to shelter, almost to the Clan she loved! The wind shrieked loudly around them. It sounded like the yowls of cats dying in battles over the countless seasons the Clans had been here. Dawnfire pressed her ears against her head in an effort to keep out the noise. It didn't work. The wind/yowling cats seemed driven into her skull. Her blood pounded with the effort of getting to camp.
