Post by Dragon on Feb 16, 2009 0:38:33 GMT -5
Name: Snowface
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 30 moons
Rank: warrior/queen
Physical Description:Snowface is pure white without a single spot of a different color. All is pure white besides her nose and eyes. Her nose is a dirty pink with gray around the edges while her eyes are a totally different thing. They are like chips of sparkling emerald on a day of bright sunlight. They seem to carry with them an entirely different world.
Personality: She is quiet during most of the day, but she easily makes friend with anyone. Snowface, around her friends, is a loud figure who likes to laugh and joke around. She also loves to understand things about the world, she can shift between being polite and serene to snappy and angry. But to finish it off, she is very adaptable to different situations.
History: She grew up in Riverclan in a litter of three. Her siblings are still alive today, but they all have there own duties and loyalties. Her mother died at a ripe old age, because she was the oldest queen when they had been born. She never knew who her father was but she didn't let that bother her.
As an apprentice, she listened to her mentor and followed orders. It was a simple task for her to learn how to fight, she was quick to learn the basic moves and even some of the more complex ones. But hunting was more difficult due to her solid white pelt, but she learned to keep to the shadows while hunting, but radiating in the sun when she could.
When she was a warrior she thrived and followed her leader's words, but soon something escalated. She acquired a liking for her leader more then the normal clan cat. They had their fun, but they broke apart due to the complexities. She wasn't sure how that effected her, but she didn't know yet....
IC:
Snowface crouched in the cool snow. Her solid white fur blended in into the icy surface. She scanned the surface of the ice and scented the air. Nothing. She grimaced, and looked around sourly. Even though her thick fur covered her exposed ribs, she looked incredibly thin and gaunt.
She heaved a quiet sigh, she had been hunting since the sun was up, and all she had managed to catch was a scrawny vole. After the river had frozen everything had gone down hill. She just hoped it wouldn't continue.
Codeword: Skyclan
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Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 30 moons
Rank: warrior/queen
Physical Description:Snowface is pure white without a single spot of a different color. All is pure white besides her nose and eyes. Her nose is a dirty pink with gray around the edges while her eyes are a totally different thing. They are like chips of sparkling emerald on a day of bright sunlight. They seem to carry with them an entirely different world.
Personality: She is quiet during most of the day, but she easily makes friend with anyone. Snowface, around her friends, is a loud figure who likes to laugh and joke around. She also loves to understand things about the world, she can shift between being polite and serene to snappy and angry. But to finish it off, she is very adaptable to different situations.
History: She grew up in Riverclan in a litter of three. Her siblings are still alive today, but they all have there own duties and loyalties. Her mother died at a ripe old age, because she was the oldest queen when they had been born. She never knew who her father was but she didn't let that bother her.
As an apprentice, she listened to her mentor and followed orders. It was a simple task for her to learn how to fight, she was quick to learn the basic moves and even some of the more complex ones. But hunting was more difficult due to her solid white pelt, but she learned to keep to the shadows while hunting, but radiating in the sun when she could.
When she was a warrior she thrived and followed her leader's words, but soon something escalated. She acquired a liking for her leader more then the normal clan cat. They had their fun, but they broke apart due to the complexities. She wasn't sure how that effected her, but she didn't know yet....
IC:
Snowface crouched in the cool snow. Her solid white fur blended in into the icy surface. She scanned the surface of the ice and scented the air. Nothing. She grimaced, and looked around sourly. Even though her thick fur covered her exposed ribs, she looked incredibly thin and gaunt.
She heaved a quiet sigh, she had been hunting since the sun was up, and all she had managed to catch was a scrawny vole. After the river had frozen everything had gone down hill. She just hoped it wouldn't continue.
Codeword: Skyclan
Other:
Pic:
