Post by Fairfur on Jul 27, 2006 18:40:42 GMT -5
Name: Fairfur
Age: 11 moons
Gender: female
Clan: Rockclan
Position: Queen
Picture: none
Description: Fairfur has soft, cream colored fur and big brown eyes. She is slim looking, and quite attractive. Her paws are black, as are her ears.
Personality: She is sparky and bright, with lots of energy and is very talkative. She misses being a warrior but is excited about her kits. When she was younger, she was always so eager and excited that she would do things without thinking. She's gotten better, but still wishes she could charge off and go hunting.
History: She was born into a littler of four kits, and was apprenticed at six moons. A tom called Gingerpelt was her mentor-- but he died in battle two moons before she was ready for warriorship.
When she was a warrior-- she remained for merely a moon and a half, until she decided to have kits.
IC:
Fairfur padded outside to the frsh-kill pile, where cats were lounging, eating, and talking with friends. She smiled wistfully at a group of very young apprentice's-- missing their eager innocence.
She chose a juicy looking vole, and settled down in the grass beside a large oak tree. She took a bite, and let the blood dribble coldly down her chin. No matter. It would come off when she went to get a drink at the lake... she sniffed the air, and her nose was filled with the comforting scents of an evening in the forest, crowded with familiar smells, the smell of Rockclan.
Codeword 1: Warrior
Codeword 2: Mountain
Age: 11 moons
Gender: female
Clan: Rockclan
Position: Queen
Picture: none
Description: Fairfur has soft, cream colored fur and big brown eyes. She is slim looking, and quite attractive. Her paws are black, as are her ears.
Personality: She is sparky and bright, with lots of energy and is very talkative. She misses being a warrior but is excited about her kits. When she was younger, she was always so eager and excited that she would do things without thinking. She's gotten better, but still wishes she could charge off and go hunting.
History: She was born into a littler of four kits, and was apprenticed at six moons. A tom called Gingerpelt was her mentor-- but he died in battle two moons before she was ready for warriorship.
When she was a warrior-- she remained for merely a moon and a half, until she decided to have kits.
IC:
Fairfur padded outside to the frsh-kill pile, where cats were lounging, eating, and talking with friends. She smiled wistfully at a group of very young apprentice's-- missing their eager innocence.
She chose a juicy looking vole, and settled down in the grass beside a large oak tree. She took a bite, and let the blood dribble coldly down her chin. No matter. It would come off when she went to get a drink at the lake... she sniffed the air, and her nose was filled with the comforting scents of an evening in the forest, crowded with familiar smells, the smell of Rockclan.
Codeword 1: Warrior
Codeword 2: Mountain
