Post by rushfur on Jun 28, 2010 11:52:48 GMT -5
Name: Coldfur
Name Explanation: Though she is beautiful, she was born in the wrong time; the middle of snowfall. It was an accident, and she lived the first few moons of her life cold.
Age: 35 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: Optional.
Appearance: Coldfur has a slightly unusual coat. Her pelt is bright, the color of sand almost, but more yellowish. She has slightly darker swirls all over her body, making it very interesting. Her eyes are a light amber color, to match her coat. Chrissy's under belly and chest and muzzle are white, also.
Personality: Chrissy has a mixed personality. She is more athouritive than her sister, and likes to be in control of situations. Usually, she is chirpy and good to be around, but stubborn. She is stronger than she is fast or stamina, for she thinks it helps more. Chrissy isn't very skilled in the 'love' catagory, and hasn't been in love yet. She says that 'as long as im with my sister, ill be fine''. One problem is this; if she is hurt, her sister is as well. If her sister gets hurt, Chrissy does to.
History: As a kit, she was always trying to be kept warm, her and her sister. But, snowfall didn't help. They were born early, still in snowfall. Their tiny lungs were always filled with sharp cold air. Somehow, through the encouraging licks of their mother, they managed to make it through winter. They grew up as normal cats, if not a bit....seperate. They always stuck together when eating, and rarely socialized. They grew up together, but, one day, her sister Graypelt saw a riverclan warrior when hunting. They fell in love, even though they weren't supposed to, and ran away, probably to some barn. Now, Coldfur was sent into a deep state of depression, and hardly ate. Every now and then cuts and hurts would open up on her; that was her sister getting hurt.
She longed for her sister to leave her lover, Marshtail, and return home. One day, on a patrol, she smelled a cat scent, and knew it imediately. She launched herself on top of the cat, pinning her. " Why the hell did you run away!?WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?" she snarled, tears pouring down her face."we're SISTERS. does that mean ANYTHING to you!?" Graypelt could only stare up at her sister as tears fell onto her face.
Marshtail had come forward, and watched from the shadows. "Get the hell out of my life. And take your freaking Lover with you!!" Coldfur snarled. She got off of her sister. Graypelt was stunned. It seemed if a string had just been cut between theem. "GO!" she screeched, and Graypelt jumped up and tore away, Marshtail behind her. She hasn't seen or felt her sister since.
Role Play Sample: made a charrie already
Secret Word: golden light
Other: Coldfur has a smaller sister with the same basic design but she is gray, not sandy. Her name is Graypelt.
Name Explanation: Though she is beautiful, she was born in the wrong time; the middle of snowfall. It was an accident, and she lived the first few moons of her life cold.
Age: 35 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ThunderClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: Optional.
Appearance: Coldfur has a slightly unusual coat. Her pelt is bright, the color of sand almost, but more yellowish. She has slightly darker swirls all over her body, making it very interesting. Her eyes are a light amber color, to match her coat. Chrissy's under belly and chest and muzzle are white, also.
Personality: Chrissy has a mixed personality. She is more athouritive than her sister, and likes to be in control of situations. Usually, she is chirpy and good to be around, but stubborn. She is stronger than she is fast or stamina, for she thinks it helps more. Chrissy isn't very skilled in the 'love' catagory, and hasn't been in love yet. She says that 'as long as im with my sister, ill be fine''. One problem is this; if she is hurt, her sister is as well. If her sister gets hurt, Chrissy does to.
History: As a kit, she was always trying to be kept warm, her and her sister. But, snowfall didn't help. They were born early, still in snowfall. Their tiny lungs were always filled with sharp cold air. Somehow, through the encouraging licks of their mother, they managed to make it through winter. They grew up as normal cats, if not a bit....seperate. They always stuck together when eating, and rarely socialized. They grew up together, but, one day, her sister Graypelt saw a riverclan warrior when hunting. They fell in love, even though they weren't supposed to, and ran away, probably to some barn. Now, Coldfur was sent into a deep state of depression, and hardly ate. Every now and then cuts and hurts would open up on her; that was her sister getting hurt.
She longed for her sister to leave her lover, Marshtail, and return home. One day, on a patrol, she smelled a cat scent, and knew it imediately. She launched herself on top of the cat, pinning her. " Why the hell did you run away!?WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME!?" she snarled, tears pouring down her face."we're SISTERS. does that mean ANYTHING to you!?" Graypelt could only stare up at her sister as tears fell onto her face.
Marshtail had come forward, and watched from the shadows. "Get the hell out of my life. And take your freaking Lover with you!!" Coldfur snarled. She got off of her sister. Graypelt was stunned. It seemed if a string had just been cut between theem. "GO!" she screeched, and Graypelt jumped up and tore away, Marshtail behind her. She hasn't seen or felt her sister since.
Role Play Sample: made a charrie already
Secret Word: golden light
Other: Coldfur has a smaller sister with the same basic design but she is gray, not sandy. Her name is Graypelt.
