Post by ~Flame~ on May 22, 2007 19:06:29 GMT -5
Name: Fleetstar
Gender: Female
Age: 72
Rank: Leader
Description: Fleetstar is a long-limbed, tall, lithe tabby. Her eyes are an pale yellow-green. She has white under her chin and down her chest. Her ears are black and unusually large. Her fur is grey-silver with a pattern of black spots. On her face there are stripes receding from her eyes. One of her ears is nicked from a fight with a loner.
Personality: Fleetstar is always wary. She never lets her guard down. If she makes a decision, she stays with it, even if it's wrong. Her decisions are usually right however. She seems as though her intuition is almost always right. She is rock-solid, willing to do almost anything to protect her Clan and belief in StarClan.
History: Fleetstar was born into StormClan to Fallenleaf and Coldfoot. She was named for her tendency to attempt to run away from her litter. She was part of a litter of three, with her sister, Heathertail, and her brother, Riverstream. She grew with her family. Fallenleaf was killed in a fight with rogues when Fleetstar was an apprentice. She grew closer to her siblings, taking solice in their company. Coldfoot caught green cough not long after Fleetstar became Fleetwind.
RP Example: Fleetstar smelled MoorClan scent. It was fresh. She turned to her border patrol and they sprang through a bunch on brambles, taking the MoorClan cats by surprise. Fleetstar lost sight of the rest of her Clan as they attacked. She lept on a MoorClan warrior, taking the warrior by surprise. The warrior squirmed ferociously underneath her. Fleetstar bit the cat firmly on the shoulder blade, making the cat run away, yowling. She felt a cat leap on her back, gripping on her back, hooking claws into her fur. Fleetstar hunkered down relaxing, seeming to give up to the attacker. Then she stiffened sudenly, launching the cat off her back and she spun around, seeing her attacker running away with all of the other MoorClan cats. "Let's go back to camp," she told her bedraggled patrol. "And, I dout they will come back."
Rule #3 in Mating and Kits. Is that what I'm supposed to write? I'm so confused...
Gender: Female
Age: 72
Rank: Leader
Description: Fleetstar is a long-limbed, tall, lithe tabby. Her eyes are an pale yellow-green. She has white under her chin and down her chest. Her ears are black and unusually large. Her fur is grey-silver with a pattern of black spots. On her face there are stripes receding from her eyes. One of her ears is nicked from a fight with a loner.
Personality: Fleetstar is always wary. She never lets her guard down. If she makes a decision, she stays with it, even if it's wrong. Her decisions are usually right however. She seems as though her intuition is almost always right. She is rock-solid, willing to do almost anything to protect her Clan and belief in StarClan.
History: Fleetstar was born into StormClan to Fallenleaf and Coldfoot. She was named for her tendency to attempt to run away from her litter. She was part of a litter of three, with her sister, Heathertail, and her brother, Riverstream. She grew with her family. Fallenleaf was killed in a fight with rogues when Fleetstar was an apprentice. She grew closer to her siblings, taking solice in their company. Coldfoot caught green cough not long after Fleetstar became Fleetwind.
RP Example: Fleetstar smelled MoorClan scent. It was fresh. She turned to her border patrol and they sprang through a bunch on brambles, taking the MoorClan cats by surprise. Fleetstar lost sight of the rest of her Clan as they attacked. She lept on a MoorClan warrior, taking the warrior by surprise. The warrior squirmed ferociously underneath her. Fleetstar bit the cat firmly on the shoulder blade, making the cat run away, yowling. She felt a cat leap on her back, gripping on her back, hooking claws into her fur. Fleetstar hunkered down relaxing, seeming to give up to the attacker. Then she stiffened sudenly, launching the cat off her back and she spun around, seeing her attacker running away with all of the other MoorClan cats. "Let's go back to camp," she told her bedraggled patrol. "And, I dout they will come back."
Rule #3 in Mating and Kits. Is that what I'm supposed to write? I'm so confused...
