Post by Thief Of The .:Night:. on Jul 23, 2007 6:29:41 GMT -5
Name: Dawnfall
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SpiritClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Dawnfall's fur is a dark shade of orangish-Red. Her fur is sleek, and she cleans it often. Dawnfall is actually quite thin, and lithe, but it doesn't show much because of her fur.
Dawnfall's fur is a bit wavy near along her back and around her tail, but is mostly straight, and her fur is long, and she has amber eyes.
Dawnfall's fur sort of changes color at her chest, it starts at her shoulders, and the orangish-red begins to turn lighter, until it is eventually white.
Dawnfall also has a scar, that runs along her left front leg. It is about a mouse-length long.
Personality: Dawnfall is a rather loud, happy, and hyper she-cat. She loves to hunt, but despises fighting. Dawnfall believes there's more than one way to solve a problem, but she's to scared to speak her thoughts.
Dawnfall specializes in catching, fish, mice, and water voles, she is ok with everything else, but mostly brings those three to the fresh-kill pile.
Dawnfall can sometimes get on others nerves, and usually doesn't even know it. Dawnfall is always trying to stay on the positive side of things.
History: Dawnfall was the smallest kit in her litter when she was born, and was often quite sick, and frail. Dawnfall almost died. She had caught green-cough, and had just barely made it.
Only a few days after Dawnfall's warrior ceremony, her mother caught green-cough, which soon had turned into deadly black-cough. Everyday Dawnfall would visit her, scared that she would die without saying good-bye, and Dawnfall was there to see her mother's last breath, and hear her last words.
IC: A cat crouched down in the grass, her fluffy orange tail sweeping across the grass quietly. The she-cat's amber gaze was fixed to a spot just a few fox-lengths in front of her, where a mouse was nibbling on a seed.
The she-cat stalked forward, her paw steps quiet, the stillness of the woods making an eerie silence. The she-cat's ears pricked as the mouse stood up suddenly, it's tiny black eyes looking straight at her. That was when she leapt, the mouse tried to dart away, but she killed him quickly and swiftly.
She smiled triumphantly. "Thank StarClan, I thought I had lost that one." The she-cat purred as she picked the mouse up by its tail, and trotted into the woods, back to SpiritClan camp. The orange she-cat's name? Dawnfall.
Codeword: -Correct-
Other: i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb12/Badgerclaw/redsomali.gif?t=1185068553
(Dawnfall can take an apprentice if needed.)
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: SpiritClan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Dawnfall's fur is a dark shade of orangish-Red. Her fur is sleek, and she cleans it often. Dawnfall is actually quite thin, and lithe, but it doesn't show much because of her fur.
Dawnfall's fur is a bit wavy near along her back and around her tail, but is mostly straight, and her fur is long, and she has amber eyes.
Dawnfall's fur sort of changes color at her chest, it starts at her shoulders, and the orangish-red begins to turn lighter, until it is eventually white.
Dawnfall also has a scar, that runs along her left front leg. It is about a mouse-length long.
Personality: Dawnfall is a rather loud, happy, and hyper she-cat. She loves to hunt, but despises fighting. Dawnfall believes there's more than one way to solve a problem, but she's to scared to speak her thoughts.
Dawnfall specializes in catching, fish, mice, and water voles, she is ok with everything else, but mostly brings those three to the fresh-kill pile.
Dawnfall can sometimes get on others nerves, and usually doesn't even know it. Dawnfall is always trying to stay on the positive side of things.
History: Dawnfall was the smallest kit in her litter when she was born, and was often quite sick, and frail. Dawnfall almost died. She had caught green-cough, and had just barely made it.
Only a few days after Dawnfall's warrior ceremony, her mother caught green-cough, which soon had turned into deadly black-cough. Everyday Dawnfall would visit her, scared that she would die without saying good-bye, and Dawnfall was there to see her mother's last breath, and hear her last words.
IC: A cat crouched down in the grass, her fluffy orange tail sweeping across the grass quietly. The she-cat's amber gaze was fixed to a spot just a few fox-lengths in front of her, where a mouse was nibbling on a seed.
The she-cat stalked forward, her paw steps quiet, the stillness of the woods making an eerie silence. The she-cat's ears pricked as the mouse stood up suddenly, it's tiny black eyes looking straight at her. That was when she leapt, the mouse tried to dart away, but she killed him quickly and swiftly.
She smiled triumphantly. "Thank StarClan, I thought I had lost that one." The she-cat purred as she picked the mouse up by its tail, and trotted into the woods, back to SpiritClan camp. The orange she-cat's name? Dawnfall.
Codeword: -Correct-
Other: i207.photobucket.com/albums/bb12/Badgerclaw/redsomali.gif?t=1185068553
(Dawnfall can take an apprentice if needed.)
