Post by icefire09 on Apr 13, 2009 17:34:25 GMT -8
Name: Wickedmoon
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior (maybe Deputy or Queen later on)
Clan: MoonClan
Eyes: Wickedmoon's eyes are a blue-grey colour, with dark blue flecks. The eye colour is unusual but it resembles sometimes the colour of the moon, so that's how she got moon as part of her name.
Pelt: Wickedmoon's pelt is a willowish colour. It is a smoky gray and it is very fine but soft. She takes good care of it. In the moonlight it shines giving off a silverish sheen. It is also a very descreet coat so she can camoflague very well at night.
Body: Wickedmoon has a very lean and muscular body. It is easy for her to crawl around in caves or small entrances. She is stealthy and fast and can run for an extreme amount of time and very far. She also has quick reflexes which can be useful in attacks or battles.
Personality: Wickedmoon is a very strong headed cat. She doesn't like to be treated like a no one because she knows that she is a good cat at heart. She is strict, and courageous for such a young cat but yet she still knows how to have some fun. She will show love to a tom.. (ohlala) that loves her back. She also follows her leader and will do anything for them. Also she got Wicked as part of her name because when she was a young kit she was wicked and very curious and fussy. She still is.
History: N.A
Kin: N.A
Mate: Looking
Offspring: N.A
Mentor/Apprentice: N.A
Roleplayer:
Wickedmoon awoke to the bright light of the moon. She gazed around her sleepy camp and heaved a sigh. This was the second time that she had awoken to such bright moonlight. But then again, she wasn't much of a sleeper. She stretched out her long lean body and her muscles rippled under her pelt. She padded out of the camp, and wondered what she should do. She then sat down gently and looked up at the stars and moon. She looked at the starts and wondered if her mother was there. She never knew her mother, and probably never will, but it is still nice to wonder what she would be like. Whenever she thought about her mother her heart broke. She will never know what was part of her.
Age: 24 moons
Gender: Female
Rank: Warrior (maybe Deputy or Queen later on)
Clan: MoonClan
Eyes: Wickedmoon's eyes are a blue-grey colour, with dark blue flecks. The eye colour is unusual but it resembles sometimes the colour of the moon, so that's how she got moon as part of her name.
Pelt: Wickedmoon's pelt is a willowish colour. It is a smoky gray and it is very fine but soft. She takes good care of it. In the moonlight it shines giving off a silverish sheen. It is also a very descreet coat so she can camoflague very well at night.
Body: Wickedmoon has a very lean and muscular body. It is easy for her to crawl around in caves or small entrances. She is stealthy and fast and can run for an extreme amount of time and very far. She also has quick reflexes which can be useful in attacks or battles.
Personality: Wickedmoon is a very strong headed cat. She doesn't like to be treated like a no one because she knows that she is a good cat at heart. She is strict, and courageous for such a young cat but yet she still knows how to have some fun. She will show love to a tom.. (ohlala) that loves her back. She also follows her leader and will do anything for them. Also she got Wicked as part of her name because when she was a young kit she was wicked and very curious and fussy. She still is.
History: N.A
Kin: N.A
Mate: Looking
Offspring: N.A
Mentor/Apprentice: N.A
Roleplayer:
Wickedmoon awoke to the bright light of the moon. She gazed around her sleepy camp and heaved a sigh. This was the second time that she had awoken to such bright moonlight. But then again, she wasn't much of a sleeper. She stretched out her long lean body and her muscles rippled under her pelt. She padded out of the camp, and wondered what she should do. She then sat down gently and looked up at the stars and moon. She looked at the starts and wondered if her mother was there. She never knew her mother, and probably never will, but it is still nice to wonder what she would be like. Whenever she thought about her mother her heart broke. She will never know what was part of her.
