Post by moonfrost on Jan 14, 2007 17:35:06 GMT -5
Name: Moonfrost
Gender: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: Windclan, please
Rank: Warrior
Previous Names: Moonkit, Moonpaw
Description:Moonfrost is a beautiful silvery-white pelted she-cat. She has one small splotch of black behind her right ear. Green eyes brighten her muzzle. She is healthy, strong, and has a sleek pelt of which she is very proud. When she's starving or undernourished, you could hardly tell, thanks to her beautiful long-haired fur. She is somewhat smaller than other warriors, but makes up for it with her skillful ability to sneak up on prey in the way that they can't hear her coming until she leaps. The final touch is a small scar on her left shoulder blade.
Personality:Moonfrost is easygoing and calm. Which helps in a chaotic situation. Most of the time she is friendly, but can be fierce in battle when fighting other clans or rogues. Lightly strict with the apprentices, yet good-humored. She always seems to show up at just the right time and is always willing to help.
History: No recorded history.Moonfrost was found wandering around in the forest with no scent of any clan or twoleg.She was taken in at 4 moons old by the Windclan and its gracious leader. She was unusually skilled and proceeded to take place as an apprentice at 6 moons. She then became a warrior at 16 moons after a fight with rogues that attempted to invade the Windclan camp. After demonstrating the skill level of a true warrior, Moonpaw became Moonfrost. Since then, Moonfrost has trained herself to be the best warrior she can be. One session earning her that scar she has on her left shoulder blade.
RP example: It was a beautiful day, despite leaf-bare, and Moonfrost was enjoying it while on her border patrol duty. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. She whiffed the scent of other cats. She crouched forward, taking extra care not to step on a twig for fear it should snap. As she came closer to the strange scent, she smelled cats not from other clans, but rogues. Straining her ears closer, she could just make out the meows of the group. Fortunately, the wind was in her favor, hiding her own scent from the others. "So it is settled then," a voice purred, "We shall attack Windclan at dawn after the 3rd moon from tonight."
Moonfrost gasped and ran as fast as her legs would take her back to camp. But not before she got a good look at the rogues.
Gender: She-cat
Age: 28 moons
Clan: Windclan, please
Rank: Warrior
Previous Names: Moonkit, Moonpaw
Description:Moonfrost is a beautiful silvery-white pelted she-cat. She has one small splotch of black behind her right ear. Green eyes brighten her muzzle. She is healthy, strong, and has a sleek pelt of which she is very proud. When she's starving or undernourished, you could hardly tell, thanks to her beautiful long-haired fur. She is somewhat smaller than other warriors, but makes up for it with her skillful ability to sneak up on prey in the way that they can't hear her coming until she leaps. The final touch is a small scar on her left shoulder blade.
Personality:Moonfrost is easygoing and calm. Which helps in a chaotic situation. Most of the time she is friendly, but can be fierce in battle when fighting other clans or rogues. Lightly strict with the apprentices, yet good-humored. She always seems to show up at just the right time and is always willing to help.
History: No recorded history.Moonfrost was found wandering around in the forest with no scent of any clan or twoleg.She was taken in at 4 moons old by the Windclan and its gracious leader. She was unusually skilled and proceeded to take place as an apprentice at 6 moons. She then became a warrior at 16 moons after a fight with rogues that attempted to invade the Windclan camp. After demonstrating the skill level of a true warrior, Moonpaw became Moonfrost. Since then, Moonfrost has trained herself to be the best warrior she can be. One session earning her that scar she has on her left shoulder blade.
RP example: It was a beautiful day, despite leaf-bare, and Moonfrost was enjoying it while on her border patrol duty. Suddenly, she stopped dead in her tracks. She whiffed the scent of other cats. She crouched forward, taking extra care not to step on a twig for fear it should snap. As she came closer to the strange scent, she smelled cats not from other clans, but rogues. Straining her ears closer, she could just make out the meows of the group. Fortunately, the wind was in her favor, hiding her own scent from the others. "So it is settled then," a voice purred, "We shall attack Windclan at dawn after the 3rd moon from tonight."
Moonfrost gasped and ran as fast as her legs would take her back to camp. But not before she got a good look at the rogues.