Post by *{S}unny* on Feb 19, 2009 23:30:23 GMT -5
Name: Honeyshine
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Warrior
Physical Description: Honeyshine a slender, lithe she-cat. Her fur is very soft and fluffy but short. It is a creamy light orange with white stripes. Her muzzle, paws, and belly are all white. Her eyes are a very striking silver/blue.
Personality: Honeyshine is a fierce little kitty. She won't ever admit that she needs help and is very independent. She likes doing things her way and is often rude. But thats only her 'outer shell'. When she is in a good mood (very rare) she can be fun and very cheerful. When she is happy, her eyes glitter and shine.
History: Honeyshine was born in a litter of 3. Throughout her lifetime, all her family died either from disease or battle. That is kinda why she is the way she is. After her families' deaths, she kinda closed up and never let anyone back in. When she was a kit, she was happy, playful and bouncy like any other kit.
But she is different now. She will only let you see her fierce side. She has no family left and never dreams of having kits. Only being a warrior.
IC Example: Honeyshine stalked through the undergrowth, her belly fur just barely brushing the cold ground. She carefully stepped over the fallen leaves on the ground, sure to make no noise. the scent of squirrel was thick in the air and she was determined to catch the prey. She crept forward, her silvery blue eyes darting around. She paused in mid-stride to the sniff the air. The squirrel was on the move. The warrior quickened her step. She did not want to lose the prey up a tree or somewhere else. Honeyshine paused again and easily pin-pointed the prey. She carefully weaved through the remaining undergrowth the stretched between her meal.
The she-cat froze as the prey came into view. Her eyes locked on the eating squirrel, she gathered her wits about her, ready to spring. Honeyshine flung herself from her hiding place, her claws outstretched. The squirrel didn't even have time to react before the long, hooked claws sunk into it's body and was killed in a swift bite. Satisfied with her catch, Honeyshine closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer of thanks to Starclan.
Codeword: Skyclan
Other: no..
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Riverclan
Age: 21 moons
Rank: Warrior
Physical Description: Honeyshine a slender, lithe she-cat. Her fur is very soft and fluffy but short. It is a creamy light orange with white stripes. Her muzzle, paws, and belly are all white. Her eyes are a very striking silver/blue.
Personality: Honeyshine is a fierce little kitty. She won't ever admit that she needs help and is very independent. She likes doing things her way and is often rude. But thats only her 'outer shell'. When she is in a good mood (very rare) she can be fun and very cheerful. When she is happy, her eyes glitter and shine.
History: Honeyshine was born in a litter of 3. Throughout her lifetime, all her family died either from disease or battle. That is kinda why she is the way she is. After her families' deaths, she kinda closed up and never let anyone back in. When she was a kit, she was happy, playful and bouncy like any other kit.
But she is different now. She will only let you see her fierce side. She has no family left and never dreams of having kits. Only being a warrior.
IC Example: Honeyshine stalked through the undergrowth, her belly fur just barely brushing the cold ground. She carefully stepped over the fallen leaves on the ground, sure to make no noise. the scent of squirrel was thick in the air and she was determined to catch the prey. She crept forward, her silvery blue eyes darting around. She paused in mid-stride to the sniff the air. The squirrel was on the move. The warrior quickened her step. She did not want to lose the prey up a tree or somewhere else. Honeyshine paused again and easily pin-pointed the prey. She carefully weaved through the remaining undergrowth the stretched between her meal.
The she-cat froze as the prey came into view. Her eyes locked on the eating squirrel, she gathered her wits about her, ready to spring. Honeyshine flung herself from her hiding place, her claws outstretched. The squirrel didn't even have time to react before the long, hooked claws sunk into it's body and was killed in a swift bite. Satisfied with her catch, Honeyshine closed her eyes and offered a silent prayer of thanks to Starclan.
Codeword: Skyclan
Other: no..
