Post by Fawnbreeze on Jul 6, 2011 12:34:11 GMT -5
Name:: Fawnbreeze
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 24 moons
Clan/ Group:: LeafClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: A swift, sleek white she-cat with silver and pale red-brown blotches on her pelt. She has bright, sky blue eyes and pink pads. She is somewhat fluffy here and there, like around her tail and chest.
Personality:: Fawnbreeze is very sweet, yet, however, she can be quite shy. She is wise and hesitates to speak often. She loves helping around the medicine den, perhaps she could become a medicine cat some day..
Family:: Her parents are unluckily unknown to her.
History:: Fawnbreeze was born a loner and received little to eat. Being un-Clanborn, she hopes not to be teased. When she was a younger cat, she used to watch the Clans, uncertain of what they were doing. She never dared to pad beyond the strong scent marker of any Clan, however.
RolePlay Sample:: Golden sunlight filtered into the den of several warriors who were slowly arising and padding out of the den, off to their duties. As the head of a silver she-cat popped up, the rest of the cats were already vanished into the clearing outside. The silver cat, Greymist, groggily padded outside, tired from a Patrol the moonrise before. Achy-pawed, the cat trotted into the chilly clearing, yawning with delight as her gaze reached the full fresh kill pile up ahead.
Sorry it was short, I couldn't really think of what to write...x3
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 24 moons
Clan/ Group:: LeafClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: A swift, sleek white she-cat with silver and pale red-brown blotches on her pelt. She has bright, sky blue eyes and pink pads. She is somewhat fluffy here and there, like around her tail and chest.
Personality:: Fawnbreeze is very sweet, yet, however, she can be quite shy. She is wise and hesitates to speak often. She loves helping around the medicine den, perhaps she could become a medicine cat some day..
Family:: Her parents are unluckily unknown to her.
History:: Fawnbreeze was born a loner and received little to eat. Being un-Clanborn, she hopes not to be teased. When she was a younger cat, she used to watch the Clans, uncertain of what they were doing. She never dared to pad beyond the strong scent marker of any Clan, however.
RolePlay Sample:: Golden sunlight filtered into the den of several warriors who were slowly arising and padding out of the den, off to their duties. As the head of a silver she-cat popped up, the rest of the cats were already vanished into the clearing outside. The silver cat, Greymist, groggily padded outside, tired from a Patrol the moonrise before. Achy-pawed, the cat trotted into the chilly clearing, yawning with delight as her gaze reached the full fresh kill pile up ahead.
Sorry it was short, I couldn't really think of what to write...x3