Post by Rubyfrost + her cronies ›:3 on Oct 19, 2006 20:26:02 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name: Blizzardpaw
Gender: Female
Clan: Sparkclan
Age: 8 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Description/Peltage: Blizzardpaw is a sleek white cat. Her fur is as soft as a baby bunnies fluffy white tail. She is the shiny white color of fresh fallen snow, and her fur has a sort of blue tint to it. She is a small cat, but don't let her size fool you! She is strong, and quick to outwit other cats. Her paws are dainty, and very white! Her ears are a darker white, or a light gray. Her tail is almost feather-like, and is the same color as her ears. She is very lean and muscular from practicing fighting moves and techniques. Her face is slender and very pretty. She has long white whiskers and a little pink nose which has a keen sense of smell. She has a long grayish white scar down her right side.
Personality: Blizzardpaw is a serious cat. Yes, she has her days when she likes to mess around, but most of the time, you won't catch her acting silly. She is very loyal to her clan, and does everything she is told. She lives to please her clan and it's leader. She has a friendly temperament, and is hardly ever rude to other cats. But if you get on her nerves to much, she might go off on you just a bit, so watch out! She doesn't like her paws to be touched by other cats, and can be seen licking them always. She really likes to keep them clean.
History: Blizzardpaw was born a loner. She had lived with three siblings and her mother. Her mother called her blizzard for her white pelt. She was tired of her siblings teasing her, and calling her small. One day, her older brother Dust called her a weak worthless ball of unworthy fur. She was not about to take this rude comment from him. She tore off across the small clearing to her mother, and told her about it. Her mother stood up, and scolded her brother for his rude words. The older she-cat limped back to her patch of shade, and lay back down. When her mother was out hunting one evening, Dust came stalking up to her, and scratched her across her side. This left a large grayish-white scar. She hissed and cried out from pain, and backed away to a small bush and hid under it. "Tattletail." He told her in a harsh tone of voice. She backed up even more under the bush. She just couldn't take the bullying anymore. Could. Not. Take it. She turned around and high tailed it away from the clearing as far as she could go, her path blinded by the blurry tears that streamed down her dirty white face. Her brother was evil. She was sure of it.
With her brother far off in the back of her mind, Blizzard had traveled for days. She had already talked to a few felines, one by the name of Gaige. He was kind to her, and allowed her to stay with him for about half a moon before she had decided to move on. He had taught her a few tricks, including how to hunt. He had also taught her some good defensive moves. She practiced these for a short amount of time everyday while she was on her journey, and became very lean and muscular.
One day, after about four moons she came upon a new scent. The scent of many cats. While stalking about in the lush green grass, on what would be the far Sparkclan border away from the other clans, she noticed a group of cats walking. She had heard some talk from other loners about the tough, and witty Clan cats. They spoke badly of the clan cats, but from the beginning, she knew that she was destined to be one. Her journey was long and hard, but hopefully worth it.
RP Example: (This is from another site that I play on. It is called Warriors: Dawn and Twilight and can be found there >> www.avidgamers.com/dawntwilight/board.php?type=priv&area=1337573&id=66877002&lastval=1161306393 . I made this today to reply to a thread on that site.)
The afternoon was a tad dreary. Thick billowing clouds slowly moved their way across the sky. The air was quite chilly. A light drizzle began to fall, covering the plants surrounding the Thunderclan camp with a small blanket of dew drops.
In the Thunderclan clearing, a black she-cat quietly padded out of the apprentices den. She was one of the older apprentices, having been apprenticed for about, hm... quite a few moons now. The death of her beloved mentor has held up her training, and now she was waiting to be apprenticed again.
As the femme trudged out of the apprentices den, a chill arched up her spine. It sure was chilly out. Dull yellow orbs scanned the clearing. Not many cats were out, probably because of the rain. The small droplets of water were collecting in her fur now. She shivered again, and shook her-self, sending water flying in all directions. She decided she would go and hunt, and maybe warm her-self up a bit.
She was on her way out of camp, when a scent hit her nose. Well, well... what have we here? She stopped, and looked right outside the entrance, next to the bramble wall. One of Thunderclans kits was stalking up on a... Loner? The kit was now standing in front of the Loner, talking out of earshot. The black she cat quietly stalked up next to them, shaking her-self again she said, "Ghostkit, you might catch a cough in this dreary weather. Greencough, maybe. Or even whitecough. Maybe you should go back to the nursery before you get sick." She said this in a nice way, with a smile on her face. She gave the kit a soft lick on top of the head, and turned to the Loner. "And what buisness do you have, being at the Thunderclan camp on such a gloomy day as this? And may I kindly ask your name?"
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Gender: Female
Clan: Sparkclan
Age: 8 moons
Rank: Apprentice
Description/Peltage: Blizzardpaw is a sleek white cat. Her fur is as soft as a baby bunnies fluffy white tail. She is the shiny white color of fresh fallen snow, and her fur has a sort of blue tint to it. She is a small cat, but don't let her size fool you! She is strong, and quick to outwit other cats. Her paws are dainty, and very white! Her ears are a darker white, or a light gray. Her tail is almost feather-like, and is the same color as her ears. She is very lean and muscular from practicing fighting moves and techniques. Her face is slender and very pretty. She has long white whiskers and a little pink nose which has a keen sense of smell. She has a long grayish white scar down her right side.
Personality: Blizzardpaw is a serious cat. Yes, she has her days when she likes to mess around, but most of the time, you won't catch her acting silly. She is very loyal to her clan, and does everything she is told. She lives to please her clan and it's leader. She has a friendly temperament, and is hardly ever rude to other cats. But if you get on her nerves to much, she might go off on you just a bit, so watch out! She doesn't like her paws to be touched by other cats, and can be seen licking them always. She really likes to keep them clean.
History: Blizzardpaw was born a loner. She had lived with three siblings and her mother. Her mother called her blizzard for her white pelt. She was tired of her siblings teasing her, and calling her small. One day, her older brother Dust called her a weak worthless ball of unworthy fur. She was not about to take this rude comment from him. She tore off across the small clearing to her mother, and told her about it. Her mother stood up, and scolded her brother for his rude words. The older she-cat limped back to her patch of shade, and lay back down. When her mother was out hunting one evening, Dust came stalking up to her, and scratched her across her side. This left a large grayish-white scar. She hissed and cried out from pain, and backed away to a small bush and hid under it. "Tattletail." He told her in a harsh tone of voice. She backed up even more under the bush. She just couldn't take the bullying anymore. Could. Not. Take it. She turned around and high tailed it away from the clearing as far as she could go, her path blinded by the blurry tears that streamed down her dirty white face. Her brother was evil. She was sure of it.
With her brother far off in the back of her mind, Blizzard had traveled for days. She had already talked to a few felines, one by the name of Gaige. He was kind to her, and allowed her to stay with him for about half a moon before she had decided to move on. He had taught her a few tricks, including how to hunt. He had also taught her some good defensive moves. She practiced these for a short amount of time everyday while she was on her journey, and became very lean and muscular.
One day, after about four moons she came upon a new scent. The scent of many cats. While stalking about in the lush green grass, on what would be the far Sparkclan border away from the other clans, she noticed a group of cats walking. She had heard some talk from other loners about the tough, and witty Clan cats. They spoke badly of the clan cats, but from the beginning, she knew that she was destined to be one. Her journey was long and hard, but hopefully worth it.
RP Example: (This is from another site that I play on. It is called Warriors: Dawn and Twilight and can be found there >> www.avidgamers.com/dawntwilight/board.php?type=priv&area=1337573&id=66877002&lastval=1161306393 . I made this today to reply to a thread on that site.)
The afternoon was a tad dreary. Thick billowing clouds slowly moved their way across the sky. The air was quite chilly. A light drizzle began to fall, covering the plants surrounding the Thunderclan camp with a small blanket of dew drops.
In the Thunderclan clearing, a black she-cat quietly padded out of the apprentices den. She was one of the older apprentices, having been apprenticed for about, hm... quite a few moons now. The death of her beloved mentor has held up her training, and now she was waiting to be apprenticed again.
As the femme trudged out of the apprentices den, a chill arched up her spine. It sure was chilly out. Dull yellow orbs scanned the clearing. Not many cats were out, probably because of the rain. The small droplets of water were collecting in her fur now. She shivered again, and shook her-self, sending water flying in all directions. She decided she would go and hunt, and maybe warm her-self up a bit.
She was on her way out of camp, when a scent hit her nose. Well, well... what have we here? She stopped, and looked right outside the entrance, next to the bramble wall. One of Thunderclans kits was stalking up on a... Loner? The kit was now standing in front of the Loner, talking out of earshot. The black she cat quietly stalked up next to them, shaking her-self again she said, "Ghostkit, you might catch a cough in this dreary weather. Greencough, maybe. Or even whitecough. Maybe you should go back to the nursery before you get sick." She said this in a nice way, with a smile on her face. She gave the kit a soft lick on top of the head, and turned to the Loner. "And what buisness do you have, being at the Thunderclan camp on such a gloomy day as this? And may I kindly ask your name?"
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