Post by Prairiestep on Sept 23, 2009 17:19:09 GMT -5
Name: Prairiestep
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: None
Appearance: Prairiestep is a pretty light brown she-cat. All along her lithe body are white flecks. She has warm yellow eyes that match her sister's. Her fur is sleek and soft, it's always well groomed and normally free of any dirt. She hates being dirty, and will sometimes go for a swim just to clean off.
Personality: Prairiestep is a sweet, caring young she-cat. She loves all things big and small and wishes the Clans could live together in peace. Her sister constantly tells her they can't but Prairiestep will hope for that day until the day she dies. In battle, Prairiestep's instincts take over and she is willing to fight to the death for her Clan, but afterwords she always feels guilty. Prairiestep loves kits and wishes to have a mate one day.
History: Prairiestep had a descent past with a few losses. Her mother died from drowning. She had got hit on the head as she was swimming and didn't have enough strength to swim to the surface. Her father also died. He was killed by a small group of foxes. Throughout it all, Lunarflight kept getting meaner and nastier. Then one day she became a sarcastic, mean, unloving she-cat. Ever since then, Prairiestep never talks to her sister, because she doesn't want to be yelled at.
Role Play Sample: As the sun started to set beyond the horizon, casting the world in a blood red glow, Prairiestep stumbled into the forest. Blood was gushing from her left flank as she tried to run and get help. The young brown and white she-cat was also bleeding from her nose and cheek. "I need to warn someone!" She shouted to herself, trying to keep herself from falling into an endless slumber. Her path was marked by a trail of blood as she trotted toward the camp. Prairiestep new she had to make it to her Clan before it was too late. If she didn't warn them, the Clan would be destroyed. There was only one fault in her plan, if she told her Clan, Prairiestp would be murdered. The brown and white she-cat knew that though, so she kept going. Finally she could smell the camp. Using the last of her strength Prairiestep ran into camp, gaining a few startled looks. Seeing her leader, Prairiestep fell to the ground. Her leader raced over and looked at her with large, concerned eyes. "prairestep, what's wrong?" With the last breath Prairiestep could manage she shouted, "Hawkstripe!"
Secret Word: Whisper
Other: Her sister is Lunarflight.
Age: 16 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: None
Appearance: Prairiestep is a pretty light brown she-cat. All along her lithe body are white flecks. She has warm yellow eyes that match her sister's. Her fur is sleek and soft, it's always well groomed and normally free of any dirt. She hates being dirty, and will sometimes go for a swim just to clean off.
Personality: Prairiestep is a sweet, caring young she-cat. She loves all things big and small and wishes the Clans could live together in peace. Her sister constantly tells her they can't but Prairiestep will hope for that day until the day she dies. In battle, Prairiestep's instincts take over and she is willing to fight to the death for her Clan, but afterwords she always feels guilty. Prairiestep loves kits and wishes to have a mate one day.
History: Prairiestep had a descent past with a few losses. Her mother died from drowning. She had got hit on the head as she was swimming and didn't have enough strength to swim to the surface. Her father also died. He was killed by a small group of foxes. Throughout it all, Lunarflight kept getting meaner and nastier. Then one day she became a sarcastic, mean, unloving she-cat. Ever since then, Prairiestep never talks to her sister, because she doesn't want to be yelled at.
Role Play Sample: As the sun started to set beyond the horizon, casting the world in a blood red glow, Prairiestep stumbled into the forest. Blood was gushing from her left flank as she tried to run and get help. The young brown and white she-cat was also bleeding from her nose and cheek. "I need to warn someone!" She shouted to herself, trying to keep herself from falling into an endless slumber. Her path was marked by a trail of blood as she trotted toward the camp. Prairiestep new she had to make it to her Clan before it was too late. If she didn't warn them, the Clan would be destroyed. There was only one fault in her plan, if she told her Clan, Prairiestp would be murdered. The brown and white she-cat knew that though, so she kept going. Finally she could smell the camp. Using the last of her strength Prairiestep ran into camp, gaining a few startled looks. Seeing her leader, Prairiestep fell to the ground. Her leader raced over and looked at her with large, concerned eyes. "prairestep, what's wrong?" With the last breath Prairiestep could manage she shouted, "Hawkstripe!"
Secret Word: Whisper
Other: Her sister is Lunarflight.