Post by lilybolt on Jul 21, 2009 23:06:28 GMT -5
Name: Lightwing
Age: 29 moons
Gender: female (she-cat)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: warrior
Picture: none
Appearance: Lightwing is a soft, golden color, with white and darker tan tabby marks all along her back and tail. She is small, skinny, and her fur is long and thin. She has amber colored eyes, and her nose and pads are pale pink. She has a fluffy sort of look about her, due to her thin but lengthy pelt. Despite how close to scruffy she might look, there is a grace and poise to this she-cat.
Personality: Lightwing is a shy, albiet kind young she-cat. Those whom she befriends consider her a great and fun cat. She simply lacks the confidence some warriors have. Even though she is shy, Lightwing has a fierce side. She is normally calm and collected, but cross her in a bad way, and you are likely to walk away with a deep scratch or two! Her loyalty and love for her clan is as big a part of her as her sweet smile!
History: Lightwing was the runt of her litter. She had two sisters, and a brother. All of her siblings were claimed by a nasty bout of sickness that spread through the camp, killing many kits. Miraculously, Lightwing survived. Lightwing was left feeling timid, and rather lonely. However, the next moon, she became an apprentice and trained hard. She wasn't the most social young cat, but she worked very hard. No cat in the clan doubted that she deserved her warrior name when she reached the age of eleven moons.
Role Play Sample: Lightwing wrapped her tail tightly around her paws, fluffing her pelt out and bowing her head to the wintery wind. She was sitting upon a snow covered boulder, looking out across the frozen river. It was wintery days like this that reminded Lightwing of the sisters and brother she missed so much. Trying to cheer herself up, Lightwing lifted her head and caught a snowflake on her tongue. It tasted plainly of water, but the icy sensation that hit her mouth made her shiver. Lightwing laughed a little as more and more snowflakes fell from the sky, gathering quickly on her extra fluffy pelt. She shook herself off, jumped down from her perch, and headed back to camp. Fun as snow could be, getting caught in a storm of it would be no go at all...
Secret Word:Starclan
Other:
Age: 29 moons
Gender: female (she-cat)
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: warrior
Picture: none
Appearance: Lightwing is a soft, golden color, with white and darker tan tabby marks all along her back and tail. She is small, skinny, and her fur is long and thin. She has amber colored eyes, and her nose and pads are pale pink. She has a fluffy sort of look about her, due to her thin but lengthy pelt. Despite how close to scruffy she might look, there is a grace and poise to this she-cat.
Personality: Lightwing is a shy, albiet kind young she-cat. Those whom she befriends consider her a great and fun cat. She simply lacks the confidence some warriors have. Even though she is shy, Lightwing has a fierce side. She is normally calm and collected, but cross her in a bad way, and you are likely to walk away with a deep scratch or two! Her loyalty and love for her clan is as big a part of her as her sweet smile!
History: Lightwing was the runt of her litter. She had two sisters, and a brother. All of her siblings were claimed by a nasty bout of sickness that spread through the camp, killing many kits. Miraculously, Lightwing survived. Lightwing was left feeling timid, and rather lonely. However, the next moon, she became an apprentice and trained hard. She wasn't the most social young cat, but she worked very hard. No cat in the clan doubted that she deserved her warrior name when she reached the age of eleven moons.
Role Play Sample: Lightwing wrapped her tail tightly around her paws, fluffing her pelt out and bowing her head to the wintery wind. She was sitting upon a snow covered boulder, looking out across the frozen river. It was wintery days like this that reminded Lightwing of the sisters and brother she missed so much. Trying to cheer herself up, Lightwing lifted her head and caught a snowflake on her tongue. It tasted plainly of water, but the icy sensation that hit her mouth made her shiver. Lightwing laughed a little as more and more snowflakes fell from the sky, gathering quickly on her extra fluffy pelt. She shook herself off, jumped down from her perch, and headed back to camp. Fun as snow could be, getting caught in a storm of it would be no go at all...
Secret Word:Starclan
Other: