Post by ♫Mistedfire♪ on Nov 9, 2008 11:43:44 GMT -5
Name: "Mistedpaw, do you promise to uphold the warrior code and serve your Clan, even at the cost of your life?"
Mistedfire
Age: "Where have those days gone?"
32
Gender: "I don't think I could have put up with a tom."
She-cat
Alliance: "Remember, snow always comes back."
SnowClan
Rank: "I'm so proud of you, my little warrior."
Deputy or Warrior
Picture: "When I looked into a puddle..."
Description: "I'm glad it wasn't misty the first time you went out..."
Mistedfire is a pale gray cat. She has pretty blue eyes and a black nose. Her fur is about 1/2 inches to 1 1/2 inches long, depending on the season. The tips of her tail and ears are creamy white. She is good at jumping.
Personality: "Stop it with the mist-I want to know the true you."
Mistedfire puts on a sweet face for the Clan. But she's not weak, she is mentally extremely strong. She has a fighting spirit, and controls it by casting a mist over it-a double meaning to her name. But she knows her limits, and is bound by the warrior code. She has no desire to cut those bonds.
History: "Mistedfire, you were such a rascally kit."
Mistedfire grew in a controlled environment, where she learned to control herself. She grew up with a calm friend of hers-Palepaw. In the kit's fighting games, she usually won. As an apprentice she learned how to develop her skills, and hunt too. But hunting was never her best subject. Her apprenticeship was slightly prolonged because she often didn't listen about hunting-and was never really good. But she finally stopped, paused, and listened. She slowed it down, and became an exceptional hunter.
Role play example: This is before she was a warrior, as an apprentice.
Mistedpaw padded through the misty forest, thinking to herself. Okay, okay. Slowwww down. You're lucky the assessment was on a misty day. Now SHUT UP! Her paws were placed carefully down with each step, scenting and listening. She heard little scurrying. A mouse. Mistedpaw silently turned around. Stalking slowly, she eased toward the mouse. Closer... Closer... LEAP!
"Ooof." She had been concentrating so much that she hadn't noticed Palepaw. They had headbutted each other, and the mouse scurried away. "What was that for?" Her friend's voice would forever echo in her head. Or more, her friend's scream.
Other: You should post what the Clans' territory looks like and what they hunt and how they behave.
Mistedfire
Age: "Where have those days gone?"
32
Gender: "I don't think I could have put up with a tom."
She-cat
Alliance: "Remember, snow always comes back."
SnowClan
Rank: "I'm so proud of you, my little warrior."
Deputy or Warrior
Picture: "When I looked into a puddle..."
Description: "I'm glad it wasn't misty the first time you went out..."
Mistedfire is a pale gray cat. She has pretty blue eyes and a black nose. Her fur is about 1/2 inches to 1 1/2 inches long, depending on the season. The tips of her tail and ears are creamy white. She is good at jumping.
Personality: "Stop it with the mist-I want to know the true you."
Mistedfire puts on a sweet face for the Clan. But she's not weak, she is mentally extremely strong. She has a fighting spirit, and controls it by casting a mist over it-a double meaning to her name. But she knows her limits, and is bound by the warrior code. She has no desire to cut those bonds.
History: "Mistedfire, you were such a rascally kit."
Mistedfire grew in a controlled environment, where she learned to control herself. She grew up with a calm friend of hers-Palepaw. In the kit's fighting games, she usually won. As an apprentice she learned how to develop her skills, and hunt too. But hunting was never her best subject. Her apprenticeship was slightly prolonged because she often didn't listen about hunting-and was never really good. But she finally stopped, paused, and listened. She slowed it down, and became an exceptional hunter.
Role play example: This is before she was a warrior, as an apprentice.
Mistedpaw padded through the misty forest, thinking to herself. Okay, okay. Slowwww down. You're lucky the assessment was on a misty day. Now SHUT UP! Her paws were placed carefully down with each step, scenting and listening. She heard little scurrying. A mouse. Mistedpaw silently turned around. Stalking slowly, she eased toward the mouse. Closer... Closer... LEAP!
"Ooof." She had been concentrating so much that she hadn't noticed Palepaw. They had headbutted each other, and the mouse scurried away. "What was that for?" Her friend's voice would forever echo in her head. Or more, her friend's scream.
Other: You should post what the Clans' territory looks like and what they hunt and how they behave.
