Post by tsetse on Oct 4, 2005 23:08:48 GMT -5
Name: Blossompelt
Gender: (yet another) she-cat
Age: 24 moons
Rank in Clan: Deputy
Description: A snowy white she-cat with a slight pink tinge to her fur, hence giving her the name Blossompelt. Lovely bluey-green eyes and long whiskers.
Picture: None
Personality: A good fighter, with a cheerful disposition and a trusting nature. She is sometimes prone to jealousy; not often, but that is easily thwarted by a moment of attention. She wants to do the best for her Clan.
Past:
RP Example:
Blossompelt
The she-cat flicked her tail absent-mindedly, making a light clanging sound upon the tin roof. Purring, and lifting a paw to wash her ears, she caught a shape out the corner of her eye. She watched as the tom made his way towards her. He was burly, ginger and looked strong. But you have to be strong in this dog-eat-cat world. Especially of the two-legs.
They were the ones who had ruined their life before. When they lived by green grass, rushing rivers, sunny skies. Aka paradise. But the two-legs had been power-hungry. So the cats-of-now's ancestors had much better times than these cats. Half the time Blossompelt didn't know if one was a friend or enemy.
Hello, Firepelt.
She purred as the tom advanced, coming to lay beside Blossompelt and sheltering her from the rain slightly. She curled by Firepelt, not wishing to go to shelter when he asked. She would prefer to be drenched in the rain with only him than be cosy and warm with other cats. She licked his ear, sea eyes gazing up at him. Through all her troubles, hapiness could be found...
Gender: (yet another) she-cat
Age: 24 moons
Rank in Clan: Deputy
Description: A snowy white she-cat with a slight pink tinge to her fur, hence giving her the name Blossompelt. Lovely bluey-green eyes and long whiskers.
Picture: None
Personality: A good fighter, with a cheerful disposition and a trusting nature. She is sometimes prone to jealousy; not often, but that is easily thwarted by a moment of attention. She wants to do the best for her Clan.
Past:
RP Example:
Blossompelt
The she-cat flicked her tail absent-mindedly, making a light clanging sound upon the tin roof. Purring, and lifting a paw to wash her ears, she caught a shape out the corner of her eye. She watched as the tom made his way towards her. He was burly, ginger and looked strong. But you have to be strong in this dog-eat-cat world. Especially of the two-legs.
They were the ones who had ruined their life before. When they lived by green grass, rushing rivers, sunny skies. Aka paradise. But the two-legs had been power-hungry. So the cats-of-now's ancestors had much better times than these cats. Half the time Blossompelt didn't know if one was a friend or enemy.
Hello, Firepelt.
She purred as the tom advanced, coming to lay beside Blossompelt and sheltering her from the rain slightly. She curled by Firepelt, not wishing to go to shelter when he asked. She would prefer to be drenched in the rain with only him than be cosy and warm with other cats. She licked his ear, sea eyes gazing up at him. Through all her troubles, hapiness could be found...
