Post by ♫ §k¥ ☼ on Jan 1, 2008 19:05:50 GMT -5
Name:
Starpelt
Age:
18 Moons
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
NightClan
Physical Description:
Starpelt is almost completely black. Her back is covered in white specks. It looks as if a white she-cat walked under a chimney and got soot all over her back, and the colors flopped. To look at her from above, her back looks like Silverpelt on a clear night. Her eyes are ice-blue and give the feeling that she's looking through you, not at you. She is fairly small and tends to have a look of boredom on her face.
Personality:
Her tongue is quick. She almost always says the first thing that comes to mind. She tends to think highly of her fighting skills, which she has a right to, and will rush into battle without a second thought. Starpelt doesn't exactly look for a fight, but she enjoys them coming to her. She tends to snap at anyone who grates her nerves and doesn't like to put up with anyone that is annoying. Those that boast disgust her. She doesn't brag about her fighting skills and she doesn't think anyone should get hotheaded and brag about any ability they have. Kittypets annoy her, Loners she tolerates, but she will not even speak to a Rogue.
History:
Starpelt was named first in her litter. Her mother was a Loner and her father was a Rogue. She has no memory of her first weeks in the world, all she knows is what has been said to her. She was born and named. By the time she was able to talk, she was left outside the NightClan Camp with her name on her tongue. Her first memory is her Apprentice Ceremony. Her name became Starpaw. Shortly there after it was Starpelt. It took her about 2 moons to prove she was worth being a Warrior. What she lacks in hunting skills, she makes up for in fighting ability and stamina.
Role Play Example:
I got it! Skypaw yelled as her mentor flushed a bird. It flew but didn't fly fast enough. With a bounding leap she hooked both front paws into the body of the blackbird. Upon landing, she finished it with a bite to the back of the neck. The body lay between her paws. Ha, I did get it... she murmered around feathers as the carried the fresh-kill through the bush she had just jumped over. She laid the prey down in front of her mentor and asked, So...how was that?
^this is in past tense...to help with the History
Other:
v here's a picture...
Starpelt
Age:
18 Moons
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
NightClan
Physical Description:
Starpelt is almost completely black. Her back is covered in white specks. It looks as if a white she-cat walked under a chimney and got soot all over her back, and the colors flopped. To look at her from above, her back looks like Silverpelt on a clear night. Her eyes are ice-blue and give the feeling that she's looking through you, not at you. She is fairly small and tends to have a look of boredom on her face.
Personality:
Her tongue is quick. She almost always says the first thing that comes to mind. She tends to think highly of her fighting skills, which she has a right to, and will rush into battle without a second thought. Starpelt doesn't exactly look for a fight, but she enjoys them coming to her. She tends to snap at anyone who grates her nerves and doesn't like to put up with anyone that is annoying. Those that boast disgust her. She doesn't brag about her fighting skills and she doesn't think anyone should get hotheaded and brag about any ability they have. Kittypets annoy her, Loners she tolerates, but she will not even speak to a Rogue.
History:
Starpelt was named first in her litter. Her mother was a Loner and her father was a Rogue. She has no memory of her first weeks in the world, all she knows is what has been said to her. She was born and named. By the time she was able to talk, she was left outside the NightClan Camp with her name on her tongue. Her first memory is her Apprentice Ceremony. Her name became Starpaw. Shortly there after it was Starpelt. It took her about 2 moons to prove she was worth being a Warrior. What she lacks in hunting skills, she makes up for in fighting ability and stamina.
Role Play Example:
I got it! Skypaw yelled as her mentor flushed a bird. It flew but didn't fly fast enough. With a bounding leap she hooked both front paws into the body of the blackbird. Upon landing, she finished it with a bite to the back of the neck. The body lay between her paws. Ha, I did get it... she murmered around feathers as the carried the fresh-kill through the bush she had just jumped over. She laid the prey down in front of her mentor and asked, So...how was that?
^this is in past tense...to help with the History
Other:
v here's a picture...
