Post by coal on Jan 21, 2008 19:42:27 GMT -5
Name: Coalfur
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Shadowclan
Postion: Warrior
Appercence: smoky black she-cat with a dark gray stripe down her back, a light gray ear, adn a oddly pink nose. She has threee thick scars on her body. One runs from the base of a her tail to mid way up her back. One is across her nose. The last is short on her stomach. She has green eyes that betray her ture emotions. Her left eye has a sliver of percing blue.
Personality: Coalfur is a young fiery observant she-cat. She is sharp tongued and stubborn. She is creing loving gntle kind and understanding towrds those who she trusts.
RP Example: Coalfur pounced. Her black body landed with a small thud on the marshy ground. A small wriggleing vole was caught between her black paws. Mud seeped between her paws colsing anyway of escape. She swiftly bit the tiny creature on its neck. The thing went limp and she bent her head to lift it from the marshy ground. A small scuffling noise behind her said that the rest of her patroll had caught up to her. Each cat was carring a bit of fresh kill. A lean white tom and a sliver tabby she-cat bounded up to her. She touched noses with them and flicked her tail. They fell in step behind her. She stalked past a stump and into the tall ferns. The closed around her hiding the marsh mire from view.
Codeword:Hear me roar
Gender: She-cat
Clan: Shadowclan
Postion: Warrior
Appercence: smoky black she-cat with a dark gray stripe down her back, a light gray ear, adn a oddly pink nose. She has threee thick scars on her body. One runs from the base of a her tail to mid way up her back. One is across her nose. The last is short on her stomach. She has green eyes that betray her ture emotions. Her left eye has a sliver of percing blue.
Personality: Coalfur is a young fiery observant she-cat. She is sharp tongued and stubborn. She is creing loving gntle kind and understanding towrds those who she trusts.
RP Example: Coalfur pounced. Her black body landed with a small thud on the marshy ground. A small wriggleing vole was caught between her black paws. Mud seeped between her paws colsing anyway of escape. She swiftly bit the tiny creature on its neck. The thing went limp and she bent her head to lift it from the marshy ground. A small scuffling noise behind her said that the rest of her patroll had caught up to her. Each cat was carring a bit of fresh kill. A lean white tom and a sliver tabby she-cat bounded up to her. She touched noses with them and flicked her tail. They fell in step behind her. She stalked past a stump and into the tall ferns. The closed around her hiding the marsh mire from view.
Codeword:Hear me roar