Post by wolfheart on Jan 5, 2008 14:33:33 GMT -5
Name: Wolfheart
Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Hailclan
Physical Description: Wolfheart is a very dark gray she-cat. Her fur would almost look black except when the light hits it in the right spot, it turns a beautiful silver. Her eyes are a very dark navy blue, and one can almost see a storm in them when she is very angry. Only one thing mars her considerable beauty, huge paws. They are not at all proportionate to her body, and they cauded her quite a bit of trouble when she was a kit because of terrible clumsiness, but now they come in handy as a warrior. They enable her to run faster than most cats and climb trees better. She is on the lean side due to constant running.
Personality: Wolfheart loves to run, but also enjoys the water, especially when its frozen into snow. She also loves to eat, but will settle with a growling stomach if it is necessary to feed the clan. She is quick to anger, although it is a very short and brutal. If something makes her mad, she will deal with it right away, without thinking first. If they can avoid her temper she gets along well with her clan-mates, but tends to not have very many friends due to a noticeable quiteness. As a kit she was often teased, not only for her big paws, but also because of her quieteness. However, she endured it, being left out of games and psuhed in the dirt, all the while knowing that they were the ones who were ultimately stupid.
History: Wolfheart's story is not particularly special, unlike amny clan cats. She was born into the clan, and was raised by both of her parents. Her mother AND her father were great, respected warriors of the clan. One night, when she was still an apprentice, her parents went off on a border patrol together. She waited up all ngiht, but they never came back, both were killed in a border dispute protecting their territories. She alone lives on trying to live up to the legacy of her parents and to honor their memory. She hopes to one day do a great honor to her clan by dying battle for it, an action preached to be the msot honorable thing a cat can do by her father.
Role Play Example: Wolfheart ran through the territory, her mind on fire. She had just woken up, yowling silently, from another nightmare about her parents deaths. It wasn't their actual deaths that she dreamed so vividly about, for she was not there, but that night that she had stood up all alone, wondering and worrying for hours on end in the darkness. She picked up the pace of ehr running, and an exulting feeling filled her as she moved so fast that her feet almost didn't touch the ground. The memory of the dream faded as she relaxed into the rythmic ebating of her heart and the pumping of her elgs, as the sights and sounds of the enviroment passed her by.
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Age: 23 moons
Rank: Warrior
Clan: Hailclan
Physical Description: Wolfheart is a very dark gray she-cat. Her fur would almost look black except when the light hits it in the right spot, it turns a beautiful silver. Her eyes are a very dark navy blue, and one can almost see a storm in them when she is very angry. Only one thing mars her considerable beauty, huge paws. They are not at all proportionate to her body, and they cauded her quite a bit of trouble when she was a kit because of terrible clumsiness, but now they come in handy as a warrior. They enable her to run faster than most cats and climb trees better. She is on the lean side due to constant running.
Personality: Wolfheart loves to run, but also enjoys the water, especially when its frozen into snow. She also loves to eat, but will settle with a growling stomach if it is necessary to feed the clan. She is quick to anger, although it is a very short and brutal. If something makes her mad, she will deal with it right away, without thinking first. If they can avoid her temper she gets along well with her clan-mates, but tends to not have very many friends due to a noticeable quiteness. As a kit she was often teased, not only for her big paws, but also because of her quieteness. However, she endured it, being left out of games and psuhed in the dirt, all the while knowing that they were the ones who were ultimately stupid.
History: Wolfheart's story is not particularly special, unlike amny clan cats. She was born into the clan, and was raised by both of her parents. Her mother AND her father were great, respected warriors of the clan. One night, when she was still an apprentice, her parents went off on a border patrol together. She waited up all ngiht, but they never came back, both were killed in a border dispute protecting their territories. She alone lives on trying to live up to the legacy of her parents and to honor their memory. She hopes to one day do a great honor to her clan by dying battle for it, an action preached to be the msot honorable thing a cat can do by her father.
Role Play Example: Wolfheart ran through the territory, her mind on fire. She had just woken up, yowling silently, from another nightmare about her parents deaths. It wasn't their actual deaths that she dreamed so vividly about, for she was not there, but that night that she had stood up all alone, wondering and worrying for hours on end in the darkness. She picked up the pace of ehr running, and an exulting feeling filled her as she moved so fast that her feet almost didn't touch the ground. The memory of the dream faded as she relaxed into the rythmic ebating of her heart and the pumping of her elgs, as the sights and sounds of the enviroment passed her by.
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