Post by Breezepelt on Jul 31, 2007 10:46:28 GMT -5
Name: Breezepelt
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Frostclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Breezepelt is a beautiful 'silver' cat, with traces of white and pale brown in her coat. Her eyes shine a pale sky blue, and she has a thoughtful look to her face. She has a very strong physique; long, lean muscular legs and a strong chest and back. Her tail is long and graceful and her snout not too stubby, not too long. Her coat is long and flowy, and the coloring in her paws becomes a more intense brown. Breezepelt has a snow white belly, which is rarely ever clean since she spends so much time crouching on the ground while hunting.
Personality: Breezepelt is a very happy, lively, intelligent cat, but can definitely have her moments. She is very independent, as she was the runt of the litter. Her day basically consists of hunting--one of her favorite activities, watching over the clan, and whatever else she can do to pass the time and help out. She loves to just relax and sleep with the warmth of the sun on her face, a rare luxury. Breezepelt loves to play with the kits, as she is very curious and warm-hearted...but when it comes to battle, she is fierce, strong, and harsh. She will do anything to protect her clan and ensure their safety. She is just a wee bit proud, so she doesn't love asking for help often.
History: Breezepelt was the runt of her litter; always shunned by her brothers and sisters. She learned to do things her own way, by herself without anyone else's help...she really had no other choice. Her mentor taught her well, and she learned very quickly. At her warrior ceremony, only her younger brother Foxtail came, even though he had a bad case of greencough. Foxtail was her only sibling that didn't hate her, and they were somewhat friends. A few days after her ceremony, his greencough turned to blackcough and he died. Breezepelt was sad, but she knew she had to deal with it and get on with her life.
IC: Breezepelt crouched behind the shrub, eyes narrowed towards the vole that sat a few feet away. She silently crawled forward, ambushing her prey." Stay quiet, stay quiet" she thought to herself. "Three, two....." Wings fluttered as Breezepelt jumped on top of the vole.She yelped as it slashed its talons across her leg, but she quickly recovered, and her bite was aimed for the neck. She waited, feet planted, until the vole stopped moving and went limp in her mouth. " Yay me." She mewed sarcastically, and then padded off towards camp, dead vole and all.
Codeword: Autumn
Other: {message for dreamstar:it tis spox ...}
Age: 20 moons
Gender: She-Cat
Clan: Frostclan
Position: Deputy
Appearance: Breezepelt is a beautiful 'silver' cat, with traces of white and pale brown in her coat. Her eyes shine a pale sky blue, and she has a thoughtful look to her face. She has a very strong physique; long, lean muscular legs and a strong chest and back. Her tail is long and graceful and her snout not too stubby, not too long. Her coat is long and flowy, and the coloring in her paws becomes a more intense brown. Breezepelt has a snow white belly, which is rarely ever clean since she spends so much time crouching on the ground while hunting.
Personality: Breezepelt is a very happy, lively, intelligent cat, but can definitely have her moments. She is very independent, as she was the runt of the litter. Her day basically consists of hunting--one of her favorite activities, watching over the clan, and whatever else she can do to pass the time and help out. She loves to just relax and sleep with the warmth of the sun on her face, a rare luxury. Breezepelt loves to play with the kits, as she is very curious and warm-hearted...but when it comes to battle, she is fierce, strong, and harsh. She will do anything to protect her clan and ensure their safety. She is just a wee bit proud, so she doesn't love asking for help often.
History: Breezepelt was the runt of her litter; always shunned by her brothers and sisters. She learned to do things her own way, by herself without anyone else's help...she really had no other choice. Her mentor taught her well, and she learned very quickly. At her warrior ceremony, only her younger brother Foxtail came, even though he had a bad case of greencough. Foxtail was her only sibling that didn't hate her, and they were somewhat friends. A few days after her ceremony, his greencough turned to blackcough and he died. Breezepelt was sad, but she knew she had to deal with it and get on with her life.
IC: Breezepelt crouched behind the shrub, eyes narrowed towards the vole that sat a few feet away. She silently crawled forward, ambushing her prey." Stay quiet, stay quiet" she thought to herself. "Three, two....." Wings fluttered as Breezepelt jumped on top of the vole.She yelped as it slashed its talons across her leg, but she quickly recovered, and her bite was aimed for the neck. She waited, feet planted, until the vole stopped moving and went limp in her mouth. " Yay me." She mewed sarcastically, and then padded off towards camp, dead vole and all.
Codeword: Autumn
Other: {message for dreamstar:it tis spox ...}