Post by snowywhisker on Jan 23, 2008 19:36:59 GMT -5
Name: Larkwing
Age: 3 years
Rank: Senoir Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Her pelt is peppered with different colored blotches. Her pelt is mostly a dark gray. Her eyes are a gray green. Her tail is thin, and not as furry as most cats. Her ears a bit larger and pointer than most also.
Personality: Quiet and small, Larkwing likes to fit in. She never lets herself stand out, even though her ears and pelt do it for her. She'll hide a lot, and when she hunts she has to be super careful. Larkwing doesn't enjoy fighting much either, but she will if she has too. A bit of a push-over, Larkwing will do whatever ordered. She makes friends easily, and is very gentle. Her eyes are always sparkling with kindness, and you'll never be without a gentle hello when she passes you.
History: Larkwing was born a runt kit. She was made fun of by her siblings and the many other kits that lived in the nursery at the time. When she was apprenticed, she had to go twice as long because she was being to gentle, and did not like hunting or fighting. They would have given her to Hazelstripe if she didn't already have an apprentice. So, they took the time to train her. When her warrior ceremony came around, she became Larkwing. Most ignored her after that, only remembering her when patrols were short or hunting scarce. It was almost as if she was free to do what she wanted.
Role Play Example: Larkwing slowly crawled into the Warrior's den, her flanks raising and falling heavily. It had been a hard day, since leaf-bare had come. She had a lot of trouble hunting, so she hadn't eaten anything since she returned with nothing. Her stomach cried out for food. It was late. Maybe a small hunt would be okay. She snuck out and immeadiatley smelled mouse. She crept up to the large tree roots, and spotted the small fuzzy body hunched over, chowing down on a small nut. Mmmmm... she thought, and pounced quickly. The neck snapped, and she hastily gulped the mouse down. She felt sorry for it, even though it was natural and keeping her alive.
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Age: 3 years
Rank: Senoir Warrior
Clan: NightClan
Physical Description: Her pelt is peppered with different colored blotches. Her pelt is mostly a dark gray. Her eyes are a gray green. Her tail is thin, and not as furry as most cats. Her ears a bit larger and pointer than most also.
Personality: Quiet and small, Larkwing likes to fit in. She never lets herself stand out, even though her ears and pelt do it for her. She'll hide a lot, and when she hunts she has to be super careful. Larkwing doesn't enjoy fighting much either, but she will if she has too. A bit of a push-over, Larkwing will do whatever ordered. She makes friends easily, and is very gentle. Her eyes are always sparkling with kindness, and you'll never be without a gentle hello when she passes you.
History: Larkwing was born a runt kit. She was made fun of by her siblings and the many other kits that lived in the nursery at the time. When she was apprenticed, she had to go twice as long because she was being to gentle, and did not like hunting or fighting. They would have given her to Hazelstripe if she didn't already have an apprentice. So, they took the time to train her. When her warrior ceremony came around, she became Larkwing. Most ignored her after that, only remembering her when patrols were short or hunting scarce. It was almost as if she was free to do what she wanted.
Role Play Example: Larkwing slowly crawled into the Warrior's den, her flanks raising and falling heavily. It had been a hard day, since leaf-bare had come. She had a lot of trouble hunting, so she hadn't eaten anything since she returned with nothing. Her stomach cried out for food. It was late. Maybe a small hunt would be okay. She snuck out and immeadiatley smelled mouse. She crept up to the large tree roots, and spotted the small fuzzy body hunched over, chowing down on a small nut. Mmmmm... she thought, and pounced quickly. The neck snapped, and she hastily gulped the mouse down. She felt sorry for it, even though it was natural and keeping her alive.
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