Post by Velvetheart on Jun 29, 2008 16:11:26 GMT -5
Name: Velvetheart
Clan: Windclan
Age: 24 moons
Gender: female
Eye Color: ( As pure green as they can get. They're like a lime forest green)
Pelt Color: As black as the night sky, but when the sun hits her fur it has a velvety gleam.
Personality: Cold, anti social, but will have a sort of soft spot for her clanmates, and she never questions the leader. She takes pride in her job as a warrior, and she is willing to fight even at the cost of her life.
Description: She is the average height, and weight of a cat, though her tail is a bit longer than normal, she has black claws, and long scars. Claw mark scars on her left shoulder, and a long jagged scar going down her right eye.
History: ( may I skip?)
RP Example: wind lightly caressed the golden fields of the moor, creating a low, and empty howl as it swept the dirt, and dead grasses from the basis. A black figure stood, proudly, and determindly on a single, jutting rock. Velvetheart glared at the other clan's terratory with a ice cold gaze. Her beryl optics narrowing as the many scents of other cats not from her clan flooded her nostrils. She growled with a flick of her tail. " Pathetic ThunderClan, weak RiverClan, and poor ShadowClan. Their minds being caged in the dense bane instead of wondering freely in the open. No wonder..." she crouched down. She hated the other clans, and she didn't take lightly to 'friends' from them. She snarled, jumping down, and whirling around to head back to camp where she would do her duties, and continue to prove herself worthy of the tittle warrior.
Clan: Windclan
Age: 24 moons
Gender: female
Eye Color: ( As pure green as they can get. They're like a lime forest green)
Pelt Color: As black as the night sky, but when the sun hits her fur it has a velvety gleam.
Personality: Cold, anti social, but will have a sort of soft spot for her clanmates, and she never questions the leader. She takes pride in her job as a warrior, and she is willing to fight even at the cost of her life.
Description: She is the average height, and weight of a cat, though her tail is a bit longer than normal, she has black claws, and long scars. Claw mark scars on her left shoulder, and a long jagged scar going down her right eye.
History: ( may I skip?)
RP Example: wind lightly caressed the golden fields of the moor, creating a low, and empty howl as it swept the dirt, and dead grasses from the basis. A black figure stood, proudly, and determindly on a single, jutting rock. Velvetheart glared at the other clan's terratory with a ice cold gaze. Her beryl optics narrowing as the many scents of other cats not from her clan flooded her nostrils. She growled with a flick of her tail. " Pathetic ThunderClan, weak RiverClan, and poor ShadowClan. Their minds being caged in the dense bane instead of wondering freely in the open. No wonder..." she crouched down. She hated the other clans, and she didn't take lightly to 'friends' from them. She snarled, jumping down, and whirling around to head back to camp where she would do her duties, and continue to prove herself worthy of the tittle warrior.
