Post by snowheart on Jan 21, 2007 20:13:28 GMT -5
Name
//Dewstream
Gender
//She-cat
Rank
//Warrior
Clan
//RiverClan
Description
//Dewstream is partialy calico patched along her back up to her ears, and along her tail. Her tail is slightly notched and a tad shorter than normal. Her eyes are green splattered with brown, with a large scar down the left one. Dewstream's pawpads are pinkish with black soles, and her paws are white. Her nose is pink with a scar across her muzzle, along with a notched ear. Her legs are long and lean, and her face is thin with a long muzzle. She is missing a small lump of fur from behind her ear.
Picture
//click
Personality
//Dewstream is softer than most cats. She has a kind heart and a swift build. She is a quick she-cat and a great hunter. But, as fast as she is, she is a poor fighter without the needed virtues of battle. She is more of a caretaker cat than a fighter. She would love to be the deputy of the clan, or even the leader. She is soft with kit and apprentices, although she has never had her own.
History
//Dewstream was born and raised in RiverClan. She led a semi-normal life without any turns or hard steps, ignoring the fact that her father was misteriously murdered. She had only been a kit and her father was killed. She has her mother's fast build and her fathers coat. But she is 100% RiverClan, despite her akward parentship.
//Although she wasn't the strongest and most successful of apprentices, she was keen and a quick learner. Her last night as an apprentice, Dewstream saved the life of a kit from the river. She was awarded her warrior name, but unnerved as cats whispered her name through the Clan. There are secrets around this cat that the Clan hasn't told her; but she has a secret that she has told no one too.
IC
//Dewstream chased after the squirrel. You won't get away this time! she thought, rapidly chasing the prey towards the river. She boldly chased the squirrel down to the river, where it ran in circles, trapped. Dewstream cringed. These were the hunts she hated most, but she pounced and picked up its limp body, her head lifted with pride. She had chased the dumb thing halfway across the territory.
Password
//Secrets
//Dewstream
Gender
//She-cat
Rank
//Warrior
Clan
//RiverClan
Description
//Dewstream is partialy calico patched along her back up to her ears, and along her tail. Her tail is slightly notched and a tad shorter than normal. Her eyes are green splattered with brown, with a large scar down the left one. Dewstream's pawpads are pinkish with black soles, and her paws are white. Her nose is pink with a scar across her muzzle, along with a notched ear. Her legs are long and lean, and her face is thin with a long muzzle. She is missing a small lump of fur from behind her ear.
Picture
//click
Personality
//Dewstream is softer than most cats. She has a kind heart and a swift build. She is a quick she-cat and a great hunter. But, as fast as she is, she is a poor fighter without the needed virtues of battle. She is more of a caretaker cat than a fighter. She would love to be the deputy of the clan, or even the leader. She is soft with kit and apprentices, although she has never had her own.
History
//Dewstream was born and raised in RiverClan. She led a semi-normal life without any turns or hard steps, ignoring the fact that her father was misteriously murdered. She had only been a kit and her father was killed. She has her mother's fast build and her fathers coat. But she is 100% RiverClan, despite her akward parentship.
//Although she wasn't the strongest and most successful of apprentices, she was keen and a quick learner. Her last night as an apprentice, Dewstream saved the life of a kit from the river. She was awarded her warrior name, but unnerved as cats whispered her name through the Clan. There are secrets around this cat that the Clan hasn't told her; but she has a secret that she has told no one too.
IC
//Dewstream chased after the squirrel. You won't get away this time! she thought, rapidly chasing the prey towards the river. She boldly chased the squirrel down to the river, where it ran in circles, trapped. Dewstream cringed. These were the hunts she hated most, but she pounced and picked up its limp body, her head lifted with pride. She had chased the dumb thing halfway across the territory.
Password
//Secrets
