Post by rune on Sept 27, 2008 16:40:44 GMT -7
Name: Sagepelt
Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: warrior
Clan: Riverclan
Picture:
Quick Description:
A sleek grey tabby she-cat with striking green eyes.
Description:
A sleek dusky gray coat cloaks over Sagepelt's lithe, nimble form. Narrow shoulders and slim, short legs help in her hunting, carrying her over great distances with great speeds. Large ears help her to channel even the smallest sounds, enhancing her hunting skills all the more. Her eyes are a piercing emerald green that strengthen her sometimes hard gaze. Fading gray stripes cover her body, and silver fringes her muzzle and ear tips. Her whiskers are white and are tipped black.
Personality:
Fierce and loyal, the only thing Sagepelt would ever die for is her clan. Her heart is set on being the best warrior she can be, creating an ambitious edge to her normally calm demeanor. As she is quiet and dainty on her paws, she is not with her tongue. Sharp words and barbed replies shoot from her if you rub her fur the wrong way, and she can be very rude. These little snippets of bad attitude are uncommon for her, however, for she is usually a kind, gentle hearted cat with love and loyalty guiding her paws. But if a subject should arise that she is passionate about, expect an argument on its way.
Sagepelt is also manipulative and persuasive in the worst way possible. She could make you believe a mouse is a rabbit if she tried hard enough. Arguments and debates are what fuel her fires of joy, and she becomes very animated in a heated debate, whether it be with a close friend, or at a public Gathering.
History:
Sagepelt's history is not much of one, for nothing very exciting happened to her as a kit or apprentice. She was born to two Riverclan warriors, one a kind, docile queen with time to spare for her kits, and her father, a fierce strong warrior, ready for duty whenever the situation called for it. She was raised to learn the values of loyalty and love, and allows them both to guide her pawsteps each and every day.
As an apprentice, she got into lots of trouble verbally with the leader and deputy, getting into verbal matches with them whenever they challenged or questioned her loyalty. This earned her many trips to the elders den and many bile-soaked paws in her early years. She was always willing to do the work, however, because afterward she knew she deserved it. But no matter what, no cat could get that little furball to tame her tongue!
RP Example:
As she broke through her den and into the morning light, she couldn’t help but blink a few times. The sun was bright and she was only use to the darkness of her den and the night before. She let out a long stretch and a yawn and she looked around the camp. Cats were starting to appear from their slumber. Her eyes closed and she looked towards the fresh-kill pile. She was tempted to take something, but she wasn’t hungry. The soft breeze carried the scent of mouse, making Sagepelt's mouth water. Her heart raced as she thought of sinking her teeth into the flesh of her prey, satisfying her hunger. Bunching up her muscles beneath her she took a deep breath and then loped forwards into the reeds ahead. Fishing wasn't on her mind at the moment, the pile had many of those, what she wanted was mouse!
Finally she spotted it, she had followed the scent a ways away from camp and now it was before her. Her tongue passed gently over her lips as she crept towards the mouse, paw by paw. The wind ruffed her fur as she stalked through the undergrowth, telling her she was downwind. As the seconds ticked by, Sagepelt pinpointed her prey, leaping into the air with a grunt. She caught the mouse between her claws, killing it instantly. Its tiny squeak resounded through the wood as Sagepelt puffed out her chest with pride.
Codeword: fences.
Age: 14 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Rank: warrior
Clan: Riverclan
Picture:
Quick Description:
A sleek grey tabby she-cat with striking green eyes.
Description:
A sleek dusky gray coat cloaks over Sagepelt's lithe, nimble form. Narrow shoulders and slim, short legs help in her hunting, carrying her over great distances with great speeds. Large ears help her to channel even the smallest sounds, enhancing her hunting skills all the more. Her eyes are a piercing emerald green that strengthen her sometimes hard gaze. Fading gray stripes cover her body, and silver fringes her muzzle and ear tips. Her whiskers are white and are tipped black.
Personality:
Fierce and loyal, the only thing Sagepelt would ever die for is her clan. Her heart is set on being the best warrior she can be, creating an ambitious edge to her normally calm demeanor. As she is quiet and dainty on her paws, she is not with her tongue. Sharp words and barbed replies shoot from her if you rub her fur the wrong way, and she can be very rude. These little snippets of bad attitude are uncommon for her, however, for she is usually a kind, gentle hearted cat with love and loyalty guiding her paws. But if a subject should arise that she is passionate about, expect an argument on its way.
Sagepelt is also manipulative and persuasive in the worst way possible. She could make you believe a mouse is a rabbit if she tried hard enough. Arguments and debates are what fuel her fires of joy, and she becomes very animated in a heated debate, whether it be with a close friend, or at a public Gathering.
History:
Sagepelt's history is not much of one, for nothing very exciting happened to her as a kit or apprentice. She was born to two Riverclan warriors, one a kind, docile queen with time to spare for her kits, and her father, a fierce strong warrior, ready for duty whenever the situation called for it. She was raised to learn the values of loyalty and love, and allows them both to guide her pawsteps each and every day.
As an apprentice, she got into lots of trouble verbally with the leader and deputy, getting into verbal matches with them whenever they challenged or questioned her loyalty. This earned her many trips to the elders den and many bile-soaked paws in her early years. She was always willing to do the work, however, because afterward she knew she deserved it. But no matter what, no cat could get that little furball to tame her tongue!
RP Example:
As she broke through her den and into the morning light, she couldn’t help but blink a few times. The sun was bright and she was only use to the darkness of her den and the night before. She let out a long stretch and a yawn and she looked around the camp. Cats were starting to appear from their slumber. Her eyes closed and she looked towards the fresh-kill pile. She was tempted to take something, but she wasn’t hungry. The soft breeze carried the scent of mouse, making Sagepelt's mouth water. Her heart raced as she thought of sinking her teeth into the flesh of her prey, satisfying her hunger. Bunching up her muscles beneath her she took a deep breath and then loped forwards into the reeds ahead. Fishing wasn't on her mind at the moment, the pile had many of those, what she wanted was mouse!
Finally she spotted it, she had followed the scent a ways away from camp and now it was before her. Her tongue passed gently over her lips as she crept towards the mouse, paw by paw. The wind ruffed her fur as she stalked through the undergrowth, telling her she was downwind. As the seconds ticked by, Sagepelt pinpointed her prey, leaping into the air with a grunt. She caught the mouse between her claws, killing it instantly. Its tiny squeak resounded through the wood as Sagepelt puffed out her chest with pride.
Codeword: fences.
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