Post by Brackenmask on Jan 2, 2008 0:38:25 GMT -5
Name: Runningbrook
Age: 21 moons (if this were years, she'd be old enough to drink o: )
Rank: Warrior
Clan: GustClan
Physical Description: Runningbrook is a long, lightish brown she-cat with darker brown stripes all along her back, tail and a 'W' shape on her forehead. Her lean, muscular body and long legs make her capable of running swiftly. Her paws are small and light, which makes her stealth as she treks through the forest. She has a small pink nose and large unusual blue-green eyes. Her ears are abnormally big on her small face and her teeth are nice and white.
Personality: Runningbrook is an independant soul who thinks she can do everything on her own. She doesn't like to ask for help often, she enjoys showing others what she's capable of doing all by herself. But in whole, she has a sweet personality and enjoys being with others. She's barely tolerable of young kits and doesn't see herself as being a queen anytime soon, she feels she isn't ready but she longs to find a mate though that is not one of her top priorities She cares about serving the clan, especially during leaf-bare when food is low. She tries to serve up to her full potential and use her skills to search for prey to aid her clan. She's very caring towards others, but she doesn't like it when others offer her help. She doesn't realize that friends are there to support and help her when she needs it.
History: She's had a pretty normal life. Her mother had two kits but one died at birth so she had a pretty lonely kithood. She depended on herself most of the time and learned many new things by figure them out herself or by learning from elders. She made friends with the other kits but when they went out exploring she would often go off on her own and explore by herself. When she was an apprentice, her mentor was a wise old warrior who taught her many things about the life of a warrior. She was fascinated by what she was taught and started to appreciate the prey she caught and was very thankful. She started to hang around the warriors instead of the apprentices. She became more mature like a warrior and forgot what fun it was to be an apprentice. After awhile she didn't even feel like an apprentice anymore, she knew she was ready to be a warrior.
When she became a warrior, she mainly hung around the older warriors. When her apprentice-hood denmates became warriors, a little bit after she was made one, she didn't interact with them very much. They weren't as wise as the older warriors and they still acted like apprentices at times. She was just a she-cat that never really experienced a fun kithood, she didn't mind though, but if she had acted her age then maybe things could've changed. She grew up too fast.
Role Play Example: A long, lean figure appeared at the top of the hill. It was a brown tabby she-cat, she stood tall with her paws firmly planted into the ground. A large gust of wind blew by but the she-cat stayed there, unmoving, like a statue. Suddenly her large blue-green eyes flickered side to side as she scanned the area. She twitched her ears and lifted her chin up high and took a few sniffs of the air. Within seconds she was already half way down the hill, moving swiftly and silently through the tall grass. Her light body and long legs made every step of hers look like a leap, it almost seemed like she was flying. She parted her lips just a little bit and let the air sift through and squeezed her eyes shut and just let her the wind carry her. She used her back legs to propel her into the air and for a moment she thought she was actually flying.
Other: Name found.. now.. WORSHIP ME! D<
Age: 21 moons (if this were years, she'd be old enough to drink o: )
Rank: Warrior
Clan: GustClan
Physical Description: Runningbrook is a long, lightish brown she-cat with darker brown stripes all along her back, tail and a 'W' shape on her forehead. Her lean, muscular body and long legs make her capable of running swiftly. Her paws are small and light, which makes her stealth as she treks through the forest. She has a small pink nose and large unusual blue-green eyes. Her ears are abnormally big on her small face and her teeth are nice and white.
Personality: Runningbrook is an independant soul who thinks she can do everything on her own. She doesn't like to ask for help often, she enjoys showing others what she's capable of doing all by herself. But in whole, she has a sweet personality and enjoys being with others. She's barely tolerable of young kits and doesn't see herself as being a queen anytime soon, she feels she isn't ready but she longs to find a mate though that is not one of her top priorities She cares about serving the clan, especially during leaf-bare when food is low. She tries to serve up to her full potential and use her skills to search for prey to aid her clan. She's very caring towards others, but she doesn't like it when others offer her help. She doesn't realize that friends are there to support and help her when she needs it.
History: She's had a pretty normal life. Her mother had two kits but one died at birth so she had a pretty lonely kithood. She depended on herself most of the time and learned many new things by figure them out herself or by learning from elders. She made friends with the other kits but when they went out exploring she would often go off on her own and explore by herself. When she was an apprentice, her mentor was a wise old warrior who taught her many things about the life of a warrior. She was fascinated by what she was taught and started to appreciate the prey she caught and was very thankful. She started to hang around the warriors instead of the apprentices. She became more mature like a warrior and forgot what fun it was to be an apprentice. After awhile she didn't even feel like an apprentice anymore, she knew she was ready to be a warrior.
When she became a warrior, she mainly hung around the older warriors. When her apprentice-hood denmates became warriors, a little bit after she was made one, she didn't interact with them very much. They weren't as wise as the older warriors and they still acted like apprentices at times. She was just a she-cat that never really experienced a fun kithood, she didn't mind though, but if she had acted her age then maybe things could've changed. She grew up too fast.
Role Play Example: A long, lean figure appeared at the top of the hill. It was a brown tabby she-cat, she stood tall with her paws firmly planted into the ground. A large gust of wind blew by but the she-cat stayed there, unmoving, like a statue. Suddenly her large blue-green eyes flickered side to side as she scanned the area. She twitched her ears and lifted her chin up high and took a few sniffs of the air. Within seconds she was already half way down the hill, moving swiftly and silently through the tall grass. Her light body and long legs made every step of hers look like a leap, it almost seemed like she was flying. She parted her lips just a little bit and let the air sift through and squeezed her eyes shut and just let her the wind carry her. She used her back legs to propel her into the air and for a moment she thought she was actually flying.
Other: Name found.. now.. WORSHIP ME! D<
