Post by Timberwing on Jan 7, 2013 16:59:58 GMT -5
Name: Timberwing
Age: 60 Moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: A long haired, russet red shecat with a white underbelly and tail tip, and deep, but bright green eyes. She looks somewhat like a fox.
Personality: Timberwing is a very down to earth cat, she's well away of everything that goes on around her and she's very observant with keep eyes. She keeps to herself most of the time, as she feels somewhat out of place in Riverclan. She is quiet but will speak her mind when needed when she feels something is off or not right. She is a loyal warrior and is very keen on not going into unnessisary battles to avoid loss of cats. She is a keen hunter and fighter, very respectable and loyal.
Interesting History?: Born and raised in Shadowclan, Timberwing was born to a shecat of Shadowclan and an unknown tom, who was assumed as a kittypet. She had three siblings, two brothers and a sister. Timberwing became aware of death at an early age as her brother, Snoutkit died before they were apprinticed, she became very calm and observant as an apprintice, almost as if she were carring the weight of her brother's death on her shoulders. She was very close to her sister, Winterpaw, until the clumsy shecat chased after a squirrel and fell to her death when the tree limb snapped. As warriors, her and her brother Meltingice became very close until a rogue cat killed him later on. Timberwing's mother wasnt very loving towards the kits and she had no care when each of the cats dropped. Timberwing felt alone and like an outsider in her own clan and eventualy left. The Riverclan leader took her in as she was a very respectable cat and very loyal. She proves her loyalty over and over again to the clan that took her in, yet she still feels like she doesnt belong.
Role play example (First account only, 3-5 sentences long): A calm wind blew, tugging at Timberwing's long russet red fur as she sat alone, at the edge of the Riverclan camp. Her forest green eyes looked up at the sky as the light started to fade away, signaling that Leaf-Fall was coming soon, since it wasnt that late. The long furred shecat let out a soft-hearted sigh, she had gone fishing with the deputy and a few other warriors today, she still couldnt get the hang of hunting in the water. Was she ever going to fit in to the clan she'd been living in for almost five seasons?
Age: 60 Moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: A long haired, russet red shecat with a white underbelly and tail tip, and deep, but bright green eyes. She looks somewhat like a fox.
Personality: Timberwing is a very down to earth cat, she's well away of everything that goes on around her and she's very observant with keep eyes. She keeps to herself most of the time, as she feels somewhat out of place in Riverclan. She is quiet but will speak her mind when needed when she feels something is off or not right. She is a loyal warrior and is very keen on not going into unnessisary battles to avoid loss of cats. She is a keen hunter and fighter, very respectable and loyal.
Interesting History?: Born and raised in Shadowclan, Timberwing was born to a shecat of Shadowclan and an unknown tom, who was assumed as a kittypet. She had three siblings, two brothers and a sister. Timberwing became aware of death at an early age as her brother, Snoutkit died before they were apprinticed, she became very calm and observant as an apprintice, almost as if she were carring the weight of her brother's death on her shoulders. She was very close to her sister, Winterpaw, until the clumsy shecat chased after a squirrel and fell to her death when the tree limb snapped. As warriors, her and her brother Meltingice became very close until a rogue cat killed him later on. Timberwing's mother wasnt very loving towards the kits and she had no care when each of the cats dropped. Timberwing felt alone and like an outsider in her own clan and eventualy left. The Riverclan leader took her in as she was a very respectable cat and very loyal. She proves her loyalty over and over again to the clan that took her in, yet she still feels like she doesnt belong.
Role play example (First account only, 3-5 sentences long): A calm wind blew, tugging at Timberwing's long russet red fur as she sat alone, at the edge of the Riverclan camp. Her forest green eyes looked up at the sky as the light started to fade away, signaling that Leaf-Fall was coming soon, since it wasnt that late. The long furred shecat let out a soft-hearted sigh, she had gone fishing with the deputy and a few other warriors today, she still couldnt get the hang of hunting in the water. Was she ever going to fit in to the clan she'd been living in for almost five seasons?
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you just have to get a signature of a real cat please.