Post by sunflare on Nov 20, 2009 19:36:56 GMT -5
Name: Ashfrost
Age: 26 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: None
Appearance: Ashfrost is pretty, a broad term I know. She isn't stunning or anything like that. Merely pretty. Her fur is a soft gray that fades into silver at points. It is short but rich, almost like a kitty-pets. She is very thin and lithe, obviously built for agility rather then brute streangth. Her face is a finely chisled point with oversized ears and stunning green eyes.
Personality: Ashfrost is first of all friendly. She is a outgoing happy cat without a trace of deception in her. It is hard to get her mad, but not impossible. If you do she'll let you know. She has an unstable fear of dogs and will often freeze up if there is any sign of them.She is something of a hopless romantic at times and longs for a mate and kits. She fallows the warrior code but does not belive it unquestionable. She is willing to break it if she feels it's right. She is also has a good head on her shoulders and enjoys solving complicated problems. She does
get a little bossy now and then, even to cats twice her own age.
History: Ashfrost had two loyal RiverClan cats for parents. They loved eachother and their kits, So it was a pretty good start on life. She was quite a handfull as a kit, once she tried to sneak out of the nursary. Once she became an apprentice she was a whirlwind of activity. No matter what the task was she wanted to do it all.
However one day, her mentor was killed by dogs before her eyes. She was tramuatized and refused to accept another mentor. But life must go on. She got over her greif and continues to serve her clan to the best of her abilitys.
Role Play Sample: Strike felt the same thrill he always got when he crossed the border. What a strange game he played. Like cat and mouse, only he chose to be the mouse. It was simple, he'd cross ShadowClans border, leave some signs so they'll know he was there, then leave. It was all fun and games as long as he didn't get caught. What would happen if he got caught? He didn't think that far ahead. Why was doing this? He didn't really know. Perhaps it was the kick he got when he messed with the most aggressive clan he knew of. A image of a she-cat flashed in his mind. Tearstar? Why would he think about her? Weird.
Your pressing your luck, leave now!The more sensible half of his brain yelled. As always he chose to ignore it. He had more fun that way. He walked up to a tree and began casually sharping his claws. Getting away with murder... He thought as a smug smile began to spread over his face. All right you've been here long enough, now go! Strike sighed and turned to leave. As usual common sense was right. He snapped around, it was just too hard to resist, just a few more tail-lengths into their territory. Then he'd go.
Secret Word: Golden Light
Other: Strike is this great cat I had on a site that died. He had a crush on the ShadowCland leader. I want to move him here.
Age: 26 moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: RiverClan
Rank: Warrior
Picture: None
Appearance: Ashfrost is pretty, a broad term I know. She isn't stunning or anything like that. Merely pretty. Her fur is a soft gray that fades into silver at points. It is short but rich, almost like a kitty-pets. She is very thin and lithe, obviously built for agility rather then brute streangth. Her face is a finely chisled point with oversized ears and stunning green eyes.
Personality: Ashfrost is first of all friendly. She is a outgoing happy cat without a trace of deception in her. It is hard to get her mad, but not impossible. If you do she'll let you know. She has an unstable fear of dogs and will often freeze up if there is any sign of them.She is something of a hopless romantic at times and longs for a mate and kits. She fallows the warrior code but does not belive it unquestionable. She is willing to break it if she feels it's right. She is also has a good head on her shoulders and enjoys solving complicated problems. She does
get a little bossy now and then, even to cats twice her own age.
History: Ashfrost had two loyal RiverClan cats for parents. They loved eachother and their kits, So it was a pretty good start on life. She was quite a handfull as a kit, once she tried to sneak out of the nursary. Once she became an apprentice she was a whirlwind of activity. No matter what the task was she wanted to do it all.
However one day, her mentor was killed by dogs before her eyes. She was tramuatized and refused to accept another mentor. But life must go on. She got over her greif and continues to serve her clan to the best of her abilitys.
Role Play Sample: Strike felt the same thrill he always got when he crossed the border. What a strange game he played. Like cat and mouse, only he chose to be the mouse. It was simple, he'd cross ShadowClans border, leave some signs so they'll know he was there, then leave. It was all fun and games as long as he didn't get caught. What would happen if he got caught? He didn't think that far ahead. Why was doing this? He didn't really know. Perhaps it was the kick he got when he messed with the most aggressive clan he knew of. A image of a she-cat flashed in his mind. Tearstar? Why would he think about her? Weird.
Your pressing your luck, leave now!The more sensible half of his brain yelled. As always he chose to ignore it. He had more fun that way. He walked up to a tree and began casually sharping his claws. Getting away with murder... He thought as a smug smile began to spread over his face. All right you've been here long enough, now go! Strike sighed and turned to leave. As usual common sense was right. He snapped around, it was just too hard to resist, just a few more tail-lengths into their territory. Then he'd go.
Secret Word: Golden Light
Other: Strike is this great cat I had on a site that died. He had a crush on the ShadowCland leader. I want to move him here.