Post by goldenflame on Feb 1, 2009 2:22:10 GMT -5
I don't know exactly what to do here, but I'll try. XD
Name: Goldenflame
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: About 23 moons
Rank: Hopefully Dep, if not, warrior
Physical description: Goldenflame is a pale ginger she-cat with glowing orange stripes. Her pelt is smooth, with a ragged scar down her left flank, a split in her right ear, and a badly healed left paw. Her face was torn by a fox on a quest, and is badly scared, though it doesn't effect her personality.
Personality: Happy and cheerful, she is an excellent huntress, and her muscles have been toughened by the moors. Goldenflame finds it easy to make friends, and is usually friendly to other Clans at gatherings. Her claws will not hesitate in battle, though, as she will fight to the death to defend her Clan.
History: Goldenflame has lived a fairly happy life, though father is far away, and her mother died when she was young. She is very close with her brothers, Lionstrike and Ravenstrike, and enjoys hunting and fighting beside them. Frequently, she has fallen into battle pairs with these two. Her mate was torn from her early, but he's been trying to get back all the while.
IC: The golden warrior slipped silently through the undergrowth, flanked on the left by her shaggy black brother, and the right a great burly golden tom. Swiftly the hard, craggy ground dissapeared beneath her paws as she parted her jaws, pulling in a ragged breath as she tasted the air.
"ThunderClan!" she hissed in a low voice, bringing her brothers to a halt. Tail lashing, she spotted the intruders; the moors hid nothing. "There! Let's teach them never to mess with WindClan!"
With a flick of her tail, she led her brothers quietly through the brush and to wards the invading cats. Pausing in a crouch at the crest of a hill, she motioned with her tail for Lionstrike to go left and Ravenstrike right. When the three invading cats were surrounded, she lashed her tail as a signal and sprang.
Flesh tore as her claws sliced into an enemy, screeching as they tumbled through the grass. The screams of battle echoed through the hills as the thickset silver tabby she had her claws in yowled in fear. With a snarl, Goldenflame snapped at his ear, shredding the tip with her razor sharp teeth. She hissed in pain as sharp claws raked down her shoulder, renting flesh. Kicking out, she caught the intruder in the gut and sent him skidding away.
Leaping lightly to her paws, she licked her wound once and glanced around. Lionstrike had pinned down the other, a brown tabby she-cat, and he was pummeling her belly. Ravenstrike had driven off the other cat, and was chasing it to the border. A screech ripped from between her teeth as she was knocked off her paws. Goldenflame rolled with the blow and lashed out with her claws, hooking the enemy cat's paws out from under her so they were on equal footing.
With a fearsome snarl, she sprang to her paws and lunged for his throat, teeth slicing a shallow gash. A terrified screech met her ears from the tom as he scrambled to his paws. With a snarl, she nipped his flank hard, sending him pelting to wards the border.
Goldenflame spat into the forest from their side of the border, her pelt fluffed out and her tail lashing. "Run and hide, like the cowards you are!" she yowled. "We'd better be getting back to camp. C'mon, Lionstrike, Ravenstrike, she called, before trotting slowly back to wards their camp.
Codeword: SkyClan
Other: Mates with Murderstrike, has five kits, Redfoot, Ashpaw, Yellowpaw, Sunpaw, and Silverpaw.
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Name: Goldenflame
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: About 23 moons
Rank: Hopefully Dep, if not, warrior
Physical description: Goldenflame is a pale ginger she-cat with glowing orange stripes. Her pelt is smooth, with a ragged scar down her left flank, a split in her right ear, and a badly healed left paw. Her face was torn by a fox on a quest, and is badly scared, though it doesn't effect her personality.
Personality: Happy and cheerful, she is an excellent huntress, and her muscles have been toughened by the moors. Goldenflame finds it easy to make friends, and is usually friendly to other Clans at gatherings. Her claws will not hesitate in battle, though, as she will fight to the death to defend her Clan.
History: Goldenflame has lived a fairly happy life, though father is far away, and her mother died when she was young. She is very close with her brothers, Lionstrike and Ravenstrike, and enjoys hunting and fighting beside them. Frequently, she has fallen into battle pairs with these two. Her mate was torn from her early, but he's been trying to get back all the while.
IC: The golden warrior slipped silently through the undergrowth, flanked on the left by her shaggy black brother, and the right a great burly golden tom. Swiftly the hard, craggy ground dissapeared beneath her paws as she parted her jaws, pulling in a ragged breath as she tasted the air.
"ThunderClan!" she hissed in a low voice, bringing her brothers to a halt. Tail lashing, she spotted the intruders; the moors hid nothing. "There! Let's teach them never to mess with WindClan!"
With a flick of her tail, she led her brothers quietly through the brush and to wards the invading cats. Pausing in a crouch at the crest of a hill, she motioned with her tail for Lionstrike to go left and Ravenstrike right. When the three invading cats were surrounded, she lashed her tail as a signal and sprang.
Flesh tore as her claws sliced into an enemy, screeching as they tumbled through the grass. The screams of battle echoed through the hills as the thickset silver tabby she had her claws in yowled in fear. With a snarl, Goldenflame snapped at his ear, shredding the tip with her razor sharp teeth. She hissed in pain as sharp claws raked down her shoulder, renting flesh. Kicking out, she caught the intruder in the gut and sent him skidding away.
Leaping lightly to her paws, she licked her wound once and glanced around. Lionstrike had pinned down the other, a brown tabby she-cat, and he was pummeling her belly. Ravenstrike had driven off the other cat, and was chasing it to the border. A screech ripped from between her teeth as she was knocked off her paws. Goldenflame rolled with the blow and lashed out with her claws, hooking the enemy cat's paws out from under her so they were on equal footing.
With a fearsome snarl, she sprang to her paws and lunged for his throat, teeth slicing a shallow gash. A terrified screech met her ears from the tom as he scrambled to his paws. With a snarl, she nipped his flank hard, sending him pelting to wards the border.
Goldenflame spat into the forest from their side of the border, her pelt fluffed out and her tail lashing. "Run and hide, like the cowards you are!" she yowled. "We'd better be getting back to camp. C'mon, Lionstrike, Ravenstrike, she called, before trotting slowly back to wards their camp.
Codeword: SkyClan
Other: Mates with Murderstrike, has five kits, Redfoot, Ashpaw, Yellowpaw, Sunpaw, and Silverpaw.
Pic:
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