Post by Blackheart on Feb 12, 2008 17:20:09 GMT -5
Name: Blackheart
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: her pelt is thick and black with spots of gray. the tips of her feet and tail are gray. normally it is unusually soft despite loads of hunting. if the sun is shinning the right way, her coat will glow a soft white. Blackheart takes pride in her coat. and she has unusually black, sharp claws. she has silver eyes.
Personality: she is sort of an emo cat, hates how cruel the world is and everyone just assumes it because of the coat. Blackheart loves hunting and running off on her own to some random place. she acts friendly around other cats, treating them with a smile and volunteering for something like the patrol. she loves going on missions because of the adventures that happen there. she never gets really sick and has only been to the medical cat 2 times. she has only few friends that are very close to her. Blackheart is mostly happy!
History: Blackheart is a clan cat born and raised in the NightClan. the first thing she caught was a fat mouse the first day she was let out of the nursery. her parents died in a battle between another clan. she didn't spend very much time as an apprentice passing because of her respect and fighting skill. she doesn't want to be a queen because it doesn't think sitting at the nursery for her whole life would be fun. she has disided to go from warrior to elder then done. Blackheart has been in many patrols since warriorship. she hasn't had her first apprentice yet but hopes she will soon.
Role Play Example: Blackheart walked out of the warm, dry warriors den. her black pelt sent off a soft white glow from the sunrise. it had just snowed that night and everyone at camp had there pelts flect with snowflakes. a thin layer of snow and ice covered the frozen ground burning her soft pads of her feet. leaf bare, her least favorite clan season, cold and no pray to catch. patrol was gathering near the clan leader's den. a burly fire red tom that had an unusually large amount of snow on his fur meowed, 'do u want to go on patrol today, Blackheart?!' that guy, always trying to get cats to do patrol. she shook her head and walked toward the winter storage of food.
the pile was quickly depleting, only a few carouses remained. now days apprentices didn't respect the elders, eating the poor animals and not bringing so much as an old mouse. well there was a bad omen the elders had said. so rotting black bird a young apprentice had brought in from the forrest. so it was a mater of time before something bad would happen. was the clan to starve? get attacked? have a traitor? hope we have a happy ending Blackheart thought and picked up a fat vole and walked into the distance.
Other: NONE!!!!
Age: 15 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: her pelt is thick and black with spots of gray. the tips of her feet and tail are gray. normally it is unusually soft despite loads of hunting. if the sun is shinning the right way, her coat will glow a soft white. Blackheart takes pride in her coat. and she has unusually black, sharp claws. she has silver eyes.
Personality: she is sort of an emo cat, hates how cruel the world is and everyone just assumes it because of the coat. Blackheart loves hunting and running off on her own to some random place. she acts friendly around other cats, treating them with a smile and volunteering for something like the patrol. she loves going on missions because of the adventures that happen there. she never gets really sick and has only been to the medical cat 2 times. she has only few friends that are very close to her. Blackheart is mostly happy!
History: Blackheart is a clan cat born and raised in the NightClan. the first thing she caught was a fat mouse the first day she was let out of the nursery. her parents died in a battle between another clan. she didn't spend very much time as an apprentice passing because of her respect and fighting skill. she doesn't want to be a queen because it doesn't think sitting at the nursery for her whole life would be fun. she has disided to go from warrior to elder then done. Blackheart has been in many patrols since warriorship. she hasn't had her first apprentice yet but hopes she will soon.
Role Play Example: Blackheart walked out of the warm, dry warriors den. her black pelt sent off a soft white glow from the sunrise. it had just snowed that night and everyone at camp had there pelts flect with snowflakes. a thin layer of snow and ice covered the frozen ground burning her soft pads of her feet. leaf bare, her least favorite clan season, cold and no pray to catch. patrol was gathering near the clan leader's den. a burly fire red tom that had an unusually large amount of snow on his fur meowed, 'do u want to go on patrol today, Blackheart?!' that guy, always trying to get cats to do patrol. she shook her head and walked toward the winter storage of food.
the pile was quickly depleting, only a few carouses remained. now days apprentices didn't respect the elders, eating the poor animals and not bringing so much as an old mouse. well there was a bad omen the elders had said. so rotting black bird a young apprentice had brought in from the forrest. so it was a mater of time before something bad would happen. was the clan to starve? get attacked? have a traitor? hope we have a happy ending Blackheart thought and picked up a fat vole and walked into the distance.
Other: NONE!!!!