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Post by ~[Holy]~ on Jan 28, 2008 23:19:28 GMT -5
Name:Lightpelt
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Physical Description: Lightpelt is a blond cat. Her ears, back, legs, and muzzle are all blonde, but her under belly, the tip of her tail, and her paws are white. On her blond side, she has darker blond stripes running down her. She has large, blue eyes, other cats describe as the sky. Lightpelt keeps her short hair well groomed, but a bit on the messy side. People say when the sun hits her that her fur glows with the light of one of the Starclan. Which is where her name came from.
Personality:Lightpelt is a very clumsy, and ditzy cat. She likes to have fun and play with the kits, always keeping them busy. Sometimes the other warriors, mostly the serious kind, get annoyed with her for her, bubbly personality. She can sometimes rack, even the calmest cat's nerves down to where they can't take it. But her fun personality keeps people haning around, mostly people she knows best. She can be a bit hyper at times, but will somewhat calm down. She also easily embaresses herself to others and is usually seen as a strange cat.
History[/b]: Lightpelt was born into the Nightclan, even with it's dark name, she still proved to show that there is some light in the Nightclan. Her parents were a bit rough on her for being so cheeky and cheery all of the time, and being a bit clumsy, but eventually they passed onto the Starclan through age. She kept social with the other kits and happens to be very popular, if not for her sickness. She can easily catch sick, mostly during leaf-bare and it's deadly diseases. She is a regular to the medican cat and likes the company.
Role Play Example: "Ahh! Morning! Fresh air, and warm sun!" Lightpelt exclamied. But those thoughts were easily blown away but the bitter cold.
"Ah!" she yelled, almost being blow away by the frosty winds. Yea, bare-leaf was not a good time for this cat. She shivered at the wind but then sneezed. She sniffled and made her way back into the warriors den. Most warriors by now went to go hunt (If any kill was still there) even thought they had some kill leftover from before. Lightpelt sighed and shook the iceyness off her, took a deep breath, and prepaired for the cold.
"Here we go!" She leaped out from the den.
"Ahh!" she yelled as she scurried into the kit's den, surprising some nursing queens and some sleeping kits. She glanced at them then gave a small nervous laugh.
"Cold outside." she said with a fake smile, but they stared at her. 'What a strange cat.' they all most of thought.
Other: N/A
Age: 24 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Nightclan
Physical Description: Lightpelt is a blond cat. Her ears, back, legs, and muzzle are all blonde, but her under belly, the tip of her tail, and her paws are white. On her blond side, she has darker blond stripes running down her. She has large, blue eyes, other cats describe as the sky. Lightpelt keeps her short hair well groomed, but a bit on the messy side. People say when the sun hits her that her fur glows with the light of one of the Starclan. Which is where her name came from.
Personality:Lightpelt is a very clumsy, and ditzy cat. She likes to have fun and play with the kits, always keeping them busy. Sometimes the other warriors, mostly the serious kind, get annoyed with her for her, bubbly personality. She can sometimes rack, even the calmest cat's nerves down to where they can't take it. But her fun personality keeps people haning around, mostly people she knows best. She can be a bit hyper at times, but will somewhat calm down. She also easily embaresses herself to others and is usually seen as a strange cat.
History[/b]: Lightpelt was born into the Nightclan, even with it's dark name, she still proved to show that there is some light in the Nightclan. Her parents were a bit rough on her for being so cheeky and cheery all of the time, and being a bit clumsy, but eventually they passed onto the Starclan through age. She kept social with the other kits and happens to be very popular, if not for her sickness. She can easily catch sick, mostly during leaf-bare and it's deadly diseases. She is a regular to the medican cat and likes the company.
Role Play Example: "Ahh! Morning! Fresh air, and warm sun!" Lightpelt exclamied. But those thoughts were easily blown away but the bitter cold.
"Ah!" she yelled, almost being blow away by the frosty winds. Yea, bare-leaf was not a good time for this cat. She shivered at the wind but then sneezed. She sniffled and made her way back into the warriors den. Most warriors by now went to go hunt (If any kill was still there) even thought they had some kill leftover from before. Lightpelt sighed and shook the iceyness off her, took a deep breath, and prepaired for the cold.
"Here we go!" She leaped out from the den.
"Ahh!" she yelled as she scurried into the kit's den, surprising some nursing queens and some sleeping kits. She glanced at them then gave a small nervous laugh.
"Cold outside." she said with a fake smile, but they stared at her. 'What a strange cat.' they all most of thought.
Other: N/A
