Post by blackmist on Jan 8, 2008 21:09:37 GMT -5
/Curse Me\
BlackMist
/Mold me\
Female
/Spin me\
two orbits (2 years)
/My Blood Runs\
Warrior in HailClan
~Photo me~
I am black as night from afar. When you come close up to me you can see the white hair all throughout my fur.My eyes are a yellow color that holds amusement most of the time. I have a scar that racks across my left leg going down to my paw from a fox attack that is hidden under the fur that had grown over it. My right front paw the padding of it is tan. I may look slender, but I am all muscle. I can fight any cat no matter the size.
~My thoughts Stray~
I keep to my duties of the warrior code. I don’t argue if I feel that there is nothing to argue about. I like to keep peace among the clan. Rarely do I get mad at others. I do get frustrated with the apprentices and kits, but that is to happen. I am loyal to my clan and to the cats in it. My heart is gentle to those who come to me for help. I feel motherly towards the kits who need to be watched. I am very playfully with the younger ones when I don't need to work. I am a hard worker and a strong fighter. I don’t give up, I let others go before me to get healed to keep the clan feed. I am a strong warrior, yet I do not show flaunt it and get my heads in the cloud thinking that I am better then the rest. I am laidback and allow others to be the leaders of the patrols.
~Gone are the Years~
BlackMist was one of the three kits born to a wonderful mother. BlackMist am the eldest by a couple of seconds of the rest of the litter. BlackMist was a very mischieves kit. She would get into so much trouble, and create trouble. BlackMist as an apperentice was very stubbron and thought she knew it all. Till she had gotten into a fight with a fox. The fox had gotten hold of her left leg; if it hadn't been for her brother she would have lost the leg. It goes stiff from time to time, but she doesn't like others to know about it. It took her a little longer then the rest of the apperentice to become a warrior because of her leg.
~Other~
Intellegence: 6.4/10
Bright
BlackMist is the regular smarts. She knows when to flee when it is bad, or what to do when something wrong has been down.
Fighting: 8.7/10
Fighter
She is a strong fighter, she does not quiet even if she is close to death. She would defend anyone who is her friend. Sometime not giving up is the worst she could do. She is quick on her paws, and ready to snap, and bite at.
Aggression: 3/10
Laidback
BlackMist is laidback and is cautious at times. She will not stay to get to know others very well. When she does not fear of the camp leaving her she will play with the pups.
~RP~ {From another site.}
BEEP! BEEP! BEEP! The alarm clock sounded. An arm came flying out from beneath the covers and slammed down on the clock. It slowly fell to the side of the bed and wriggled back underneath the covers. The head did not stir from underneath the pillows. This happened two more times. There came a light tapping at her bedroom door. Cindy came in.
“Caitlin you have to get up. Or you’ll be late for your first day to your new school,” Cindy told Caitlin. Cindy walked over the window and opened up the blinds letting the sunlight hit Smitty right on the face covered with pillows. She mumbled something but couldn’t be heard, because of the all the pillows. Cindy took the pillows off her face and the head quickly retracted under the covers. Cindy rolled her eyes and gave a heavy sigh. She pulled off the covers revealing a 17 year old girl in a blue tank top and black boxer shorts. Her hair was sticking up on all different directions as her hands searched for her glasses on the night stand. Smitty put them on and looked around the room yawning and scratching her head.
“What?” was all she could say. Smitty wasn’t fully awake. Cindy looked at her that said don’t test me. Smitty got up and started to get up and saw that her clothes had been packed and were downstairs she was guessing. She did find was a set of clean clothes ready for her folded up nicely. She walked on them and headed to the bathroom. Cindy glared at her and left. Smitty came out with her hair brushed and the black thick eyeliner around her eyes. She pulled on the clothes that she had laying out for her. The tee that had ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’, and her skinny dark blue jeans. Her converses were underneath her bed. As she was coming back up she notice someone in her door way.
“You better hurry it up. I don’t want to be late to meet my friends,” Leslie said rudely to Smitty. As Leslie left her room she gave her the bird. She put on her converses and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Justin was there eating his food and reading the newspaper. Kevin was yelling about something to Cindy. Leslie had just an apple want to keep the whorish figure. Smitty couldn’t believe that she would be going to the same school as Leslie, but staying there instead of coming home with Leslie every day.
“I’m I driving my car there?” Smitty asked the newspaper. Justin put down the paper and nodded at her. Smitty grabbed a piece of toast and looked at Cindy. “Is all my stuff by the front door?” Cindy nodded at her. Smitty waved goodbye to them, but no-one returned it. What a lovely foster family to live with. She got her two duffel-bags and put them in the back seat of her mustang. She got into the passenger seat and drove off to the school.
Smitty got there a little past 11am. Her ’86 black mustang pulled into an empty parking space and she got out. Smitty got both her bags and headed to the dorms where she would be staying at.
“Caitlin you have to get up. Or you’ll be late for your first day to your new school,” Cindy told Caitlin. Cindy walked over the window and opened up the blinds letting the sunlight hit Smitty right on the face covered with pillows. She mumbled something but couldn’t be heard, because of the all the pillows. Cindy took the pillows off her face and the head quickly retracted under the covers. Cindy rolled her eyes and gave a heavy sigh. She pulled off the covers revealing a 17 year old girl in a blue tank top and black boxer shorts. Her hair was sticking up on all different directions as her hands searched for her glasses on the night stand. Smitty put them on and looked around the room yawning and scratching her head.
“What?” was all she could say. Smitty wasn’t fully awake. Cindy looked at her that said don’t test me. Smitty got up and started to get up and saw that her clothes had been packed and were downstairs she was guessing. She did find was a set of clean clothes ready for her folded up nicely. She walked on them and headed to the bathroom. Cindy glared at her and left. Smitty came out with her hair brushed and the black thick eyeliner around her eyes. She pulled on the clothes that she had laying out for her. The tee that had ‘Nightmare Before Christmas’, and her skinny dark blue jeans. Her converses were underneath her bed. As she was coming back up she notice someone in her door way.
“You better hurry it up. I don’t want to be late to meet my friends,” Leslie said rudely to Smitty. As Leslie left her room she gave her the bird. She put on her converses and headed downstairs to the kitchen. Justin was there eating his food and reading the newspaper. Kevin was yelling about something to Cindy. Leslie had just an apple want to keep the whorish figure. Smitty couldn’t believe that she would be going to the same school as Leslie, but staying there instead of coming home with Leslie every day.
“I’m I driving my car there?” Smitty asked the newspaper. Justin put down the paper and nodded at her. Smitty grabbed a piece of toast and looked at Cindy. “Is all my stuff by the front door?” Cindy nodded at her. Smitty waved goodbye to them, but no-one returned it. What a lovely foster family to live with. She got her two duffel-bags and put them in the back seat of her mustang. She got into the passenger seat and drove off to the school.
Smitty got there a little past 11am. Her ’86 black mustang pulled into an empty parking space and she got out. Smitty got both her bags and headed to the dorms where she would be staying at.
