Post by swallowtail on Mar 24, 2007 23:11:30 GMT -5
Name: Swallowtail
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 years
Clan you would like to join: Windclan
Appearance: She is a stunningly beautiful cat. Her dark blue fur, is not always combed as she might be having to much fun to notice her fur. She has dark blue eyes that sparkle when she’s happy or pleased or proud, or they burn with anger when she is mad. She has one white mark, it is on her chest and is not in any particular shape.
Personality: Fun-loving and playful. She is very active and hyper, She loves to play and fool around. She never got into trouble when she was an apprentice. She is trustworthy and Responsible. Most of the time she is patent but she does get impatient and then she mess up hunting or snaps at an apprentice or elder, but she feels bad afterwards and apologizes. She has always been independent and trusting. She is so fiercely loyal that if you insult any of her friends, family, or clan you better be good at fighting.
History: Her mother was Mosstail who was gentle and kind, With her more reckless but caring father, Robinclaw. Mosstail had a hard time giving birth to her and her brother who died from not breathing oxygen for too long. When she was born her father named her, Swallowtail. Not too soon after he was born Robinclaw was hit by a car and died. Then she grew up to an apprentice, showing her fun, independent spirt. Mosstail started her duties as a warrior again half-heartedly. She had had a hard time with her mate’s death. She got sick that Leafbare with green cough and didn’t fight it, she died. Her mother didn’t live to see her only daughter become a warrior.
RP Example: Swallowtail sighed as she stared at the apprentices play fighting near their den. She would love to have an apprentice; it would liven up her right now boring routing. Her independent, restless spirit was crying for action,
“Swallowtail! Come over here please.” Sunningstar called, she was weighting outside her den, her tail wrapped around her tail. Swallowtail sighed again and got up to go over to her leader. Then in the corner of her eye she spotted the oldest kits in camp, her heart gave a jump hope bubbling up in her. She bounded as fast as she could to her leader.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 3 years
Clan you would like to join: Windclan
Appearance: She is a stunningly beautiful cat. Her dark blue fur, is not always combed as she might be having to much fun to notice her fur. She has dark blue eyes that sparkle when she’s happy or pleased or proud, or they burn with anger when she is mad. She has one white mark, it is on her chest and is not in any particular shape.
Personality: Fun-loving and playful. She is very active and hyper, She loves to play and fool around. She never got into trouble when she was an apprentice. She is trustworthy and Responsible. Most of the time she is patent but she does get impatient and then she mess up hunting or snaps at an apprentice or elder, but she feels bad afterwards and apologizes. She has always been independent and trusting. She is so fiercely loyal that if you insult any of her friends, family, or clan you better be good at fighting.
History: Her mother was Mosstail who was gentle and kind, With her more reckless but caring father, Robinclaw. Mosstail had a hard time giving birth to her and her brother who died from not breathing oxygen for too long. When she was born her father named her, Swallowtail. Not too soon after he was born Robinclaw was hit by a car and died. Then she grew up to an apprentice, showing her fun, independent spirt. Mosstail started her duties as a warrior again half-heartedly. She had had a hard time with her mate’s death. She got sick that Leafbare with green cough and didn’t fight it, she died. Her mother didn’t live to see her only daughter become a warrior.
RP Example: Swallowtail sighed as she stared at the apprentices play fighting near their den. She would love to have an apprentice; it would liven up her right now boring routing. Her independent, restless spirit was crying for action,
“Swallowtail! Come over here please.” Sunningstar called, she was weighting outside her den, her tail wrapped around her tail. Swallowtail sighed again and got up to go over to her leader. Then in the corner of her eye she spotted the oldest kits in camp, her heart gave a jump hope bubbling up in her. She bounded as fast as she could to her leader.
(I am not allowed on durring school days, sorry)