Post by Şάŕåң on Feb 1, 2009 15:41:53 GMT -5
Name: Bravewind
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: 21 moons (1 3/4)
Rank: Warrior
Physical Description: Bravewind is a brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. She is very lithe, with sleek WindClan fur.
Personality: Bravewind is kind and a bit shy, but certainly not a pushover. When something needs to be done, she gets it done. When in battle, Bravewind is a quick-thinker, and the cunningest of cats.
History: Bravewind was born into WindClan, and the only survivor of her litter, which was poisoned by blackcough.
IC: Bravewind tensed. Her paws itched to spring after the rabbit, and give chase. But, she knew that if she waited, she'd have a better chance of catching the rabbit, and feeding her clan. She froze, waiting for the right moment to strike. Perfect! she thought to herself, It was in range. The brown tabby she-cat heard a rustling in the bushes. She opened her mouth to taste the scent. When she shifted her eyes back toward the rabbit, it had hobbled backwards, out of range again. Stupid bird, she thought angrily.
She sprang. Almost had it! she growled to herself, and bolted after it.
Codeword: SkyClan
Other: farm1.static.flickr.com/47/139142390_c6546390b2.jpg
farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2128480773_83709890a7.jpg
Gender: She-cat
Clan: WindClan
Age: 21 moons (1 3/4)
Rank: Warrior
Physical Description: Bravewind is a brown tabby she-cat with green eyes. She is very lithe, with sleek WindClan fur.
Personality: Bravewind is kind and a bit shy, but certainly not a pushover. When something needs to be done, she gets it done. When in battle, Bravewind is a quick-thinker, and the cunningest of cats.
History: Bravewind was born into WindClan, and the only survivor of her litter, which was poisoned by blackcough.
IC: Bravewind tensed. Her paws itched to spring after the rabbit, and give chase. But, she knew that if she waited, she'd have a better chance of catching the rabbit, and feeding her clan. She froze, waiting for the right moment to strike. Perfect! she thought to herself, It was in range. The brown tabby she-cat heard a rustling in the bushes. She opened her mouth to taste the scent. When she shifted her eyes back toward the rabbit, it had hobbled backwards, out of range again. Stupid bird, she thought angrily.
She sprang. Almost had it! she growled to herself, and bolted after it.
Codeword: SkyClan
Other: farm1.static.flickr.com/47/139142390_c6546390b2.jpg
farm3.static.flickr.com/2169/2128480773_83709890a7.jpg
