Post by pixie daaarling =3 on Feb 24, 2007 0:47:13 GMT -5
Name:
Pixiefire
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
RiverClan
Description:
Pixiefire is a muscular she-cat with a rustic orange fur. Her dark brown stripes contrast well with her orange pelt. Pixiefire's most proud feature are her orange eyes. They are intense and gradually become lighter towards the middle. Pixiefire has white whiskers and a red-ish nose. She has a long curvy tail with brown spots at the tip. Pixiefire has fairly small paws for her size of cat, though she loves hunting and running.
Picture:
www.photos-of-the-year.com/image/pet/612/7271DSC_5180_e0_nc41b2-med.jpg
Personality:
Pixiefire looks cute and cuddly, but she is anything but that. She is brave and adventuress. She loves to hunt and explore new territory. (Not that there is much new territory) Pixiefire's favorite hobby is running. The wind against her pelt is the most wonderful thing. It makes her feel free. Another thing she enjoys is, storms.The thunder and lightening somehow soothe her.
History:
Pixiefire was born by a river at sunrise. Her mother was a Clan cat, while her father a rogue. After giving birth to Pixiefire and her two sisters, they struggled to keep warm in the cold rain. RiverClan had come to do their regular patrols, when they saw Pixiefire's father and finally killed him because her refused to leave her mother's side. Pixiefire's mother died from hypothermia along with her two sisters.
As an apprentice, she remembered alot of horrible memories from her kit years. Even though her nightmares continued she trained hard and deserved her warrior name.
As a warrior Pixiefire has been through alot. She has fought battles. She has won and lost. But she stays confident no matter what. She wants to soon train an apprentice. So she can teach another young cat to become a full pledged warrior.
IC:
Large black clouds rolled into the sky, preparing for a storm. Pixiefire looked up to the darkening sky and a glint of excitement glowed in her eyes. Finally! A good storm. she thought gleefully. Pixiefire's orange eyes looked around RiverClan camp, as all the other cats ran to their dens for shelter from the coming storm. Few drops fell in the minutes to come. Pixiefire sighed inpatiently.
"Hurry up!" Pixiefire spat to the clouds. Flicking her tail she started to pace. More rain fell onto the rustic she-cat's head. Pixiefire heard a muffled mew from in the warriors den.
"Come inside before you get soaked Pixiefire!"
"No. I'm fine out here thankyou very much." Pixiefire mewed hastily. After calling back and forth a few more times, the cat within the den gave up and let Pixiefire lay outside. The clouds became darker yet spilling out more and more rain. A flash of light filled the sky followed by a large boom. Pixiefire closed her eyes in delight. Thunder and lightening. She turned on her paws and headed for the warm, dry den. She nodded to the cat who had been trying to get her out of the rain, and curled up into a tight ball on the closest piece of moss.
Password:
Secrets
Pixiefire
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
RiverClan
Description:
Pixiefire is a muscular she-cat with a rustic orange fur. Her dark brown stripes contrast well with her orange pelt. Pixiefire's most proud feature are her orange eyes. They are intense and gradually become lighter towards the middle. Pixiefire has white whiskers and a red-ish nose. She has a long curvy tail with brown spots at the tip. Pixiefire has fairly small paws for her size of cat, though she loves hunting and running.
Picture:
www.photos-of-the-year.com/image/pet/612/7271DSC_5180_e0_nc41b2-med.jpg
Personality:
Pixiefire looks cute and cuddly, but she is anything but that. She is brave and adventuress. She loves to hunt and explore new territory. (Not that there is much new territory) Pixiefire's favorite hobby is running. The wind against her pelt is the most wonderful thing. It makes her feel free. Another thing she enjoys is, storms.The thunder and lightening somehow soothe her.
History:
Pixiefire was born by a river at sunrise. Her mother was a Clan cat, while her father a rogue. After giving birth to Pixiefire and her two sisters, they struggled to keep warm in the cold rain. RiverClan had come to do their regular patrols, when they saw Pixiefire's father and finally killed him because her refused to leave her mother's side. Pixiefire's mother died from hypothermia along with her two sisters.
As an apprentice, she remembered alot of horrible memories from her kit years. Even though her nightmares continued she trained hard and deserved her warrior name.
As a warrior Pixiefire has been through alot. She has fought battles. She has won and lost. But she stays confident no matter what. She wants to soon train an apprentice. So she can teach another young cat to become a full pledged warrior.
IC:
Large black clouds rolled into the sky, preparing for a storm. Pixiefire looked up to the darkening sky and a glint of excitement glowed in her eyes. Finally! A good storm. she thought gleefully. Pixiefire's orange eyes looked around RiverClan camp, as all the other cats ran to their dens for shelter from the coming storm. Few drops fell in the minutes to come. Pixiefire sighed inpatiently.
"Hurry up!" Pixiefire spat to the clouds. Flicking her tail she started to pace. More rain fell onto the rustic she-cat's head. Pixiefire heard a muffled mew from in the warriors den.
"Come inside before you get soaked Pixiefire!"
"No. I'm fine out here thankyou very much." Pixiefire mewed hastily. After calling back and forth a few more times, the cat within the den gave up and let Pixiefire lay outside. The clouds became darker yet spilling out more and more rain. A flash of light filled the sky followed by a large boom. Pixiefire closed her eyes in delight. Thunder and lightening. She turned on her paws and headed for the warm, dry den. She nodded to the cat who had been trying to get her out of the rain, and curled up into a tight ball on the closest piece of moss.
Password:
Secrets
