Post by flight on May 20, 2012 6:57:11 GMT -5
Name:: Scarletlight
Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 24 Moons (2 Years)
Clan/ Group:: ThunderClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: --A brown tabby with stripes that go on her tail/back/cheeks/ears/ and paws.
--White tipped paws.
--Fluffy tail and coat.
--Red-amber eyes.
Personality:: Sassy/Deceitful/Sometimes intemperate/Iniquitous/Nonchalant
Family:: Waterstorm (Mother), ??? (Father), Angelwing(Deceased Sister), and Smallkit(Deceased brother)
History:: She was a lively kit, an amazing apprentice always listening to her mentor and doing what she was supposed to do, once she was named as a warrior, things seemed different to her. She never knew who her father was, her mother kept it a secret. But she knew on StarClan that he was not from another clan. No one told her. She was sure no one even knew about her father. Maybe he died before she was born. But no matter what she said or did, her mother still didn't say anything. Soon, she became jealous of her sister, Angelwing, for becoming mates with the cat she loved. Outraged she attacked and killed her sister in the forest and threw her in the lake hiding all of the evidence. No one ever found out about her murder. That would be almost impossible. Since then she has become jealous and will do anything to get what she wants.
RolePlay Sample::
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Scarletlight walked out of the warriors den. Every cat seemed to be busy, she slept in late. But who really cared? Of course no one did, they all knew to not get on her nerves. She did what she wanted, except, if they found out about her murder they sure wouldn't let her do anything.
She laughed to herself.
But wouldn't that be amazing if some cat found out? How would they convince anyone? They just know I'm the grumpy, mean warrior, not the murdering vicious cat I actually am. She thought.
Her bushy tail swayed in the breeze while she walked over to the fresh-kill pile.
"This is ridicules," she muttered staring at the puny pile. "Don't they have to feed a whole clan?" She picked up a mouse anyway, it was fairly plump. Those other cats didn't deserve to eat something decent when they can't even catch a decent amount of prey!
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Gender:: She-cat
Age:: 24 Moons (2 Years)
Clan/ Group:: ThunderClan
Postion:: Warrior
Description:: --A brown tabby with stripes that go on her tail/back/cheeks/ears/ and paws.
--White tipped paws.
--Fluffy tail and coat.
--Red-amber eyes.
Personality:: Sassy/Deceitful/Sometimes intemperate/Iniquitous/Nonchalant
Family:: Waterstorm (Mother), ??? (Father), Angelwing(Deceased Sister), and Smallkit(Deceased brother)
History:: She was a lively kit, an amazing apprentice always listening to her mentor and doing what she was supposed to do, once she was named as a warrior, things seemed different to her. She never knew who her father was, her mother kept it a secret. But she knew on StarClan that he was not from another clan. No one told her. She was sure no one even knew about her father. Maybe he died before she was born. But no matter what she said or did, her mother still didn't say anything. Soon, she became jealous of her sister, Angelwing, for becoming mates with the cat she loved. Outraged she attacked and killed her sister in the forest and threw her in the lake hiding all of the evidence. No one ever found out about her murder. That would be almost impossible. Since then she has become jealous and will do anything to get what she wants.
RolePlay Sample::
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Scarletlight walked out of the warriors den. Every cat seemed to be busy, she slept in late. But who really cared? Of course no one did, they all knew to not get on her nerves. She did what she wanted, except, if they found out about her murder they sure wouldn't let her do anything.
She laughed to herself.
But wouldn't that be amazing if some cat found out? How would they convince anyone? They just know I'm the grumpy, mean warrior, not the murdering vicious cat I actually am. She thought.
Her bushy tail swayed in the breeze while she walked over to the fresh-kill pile.
"This is ridicules," she muttered staring at the puny pile. "Don't they have to feed a whole clan?" She picked up a mouse anyway, it was fairly plump. Those other cats didn't deserve to eat something decent when they can't even catch a decent amount of prey!
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