Post by *Rippedbelly* on May 26, 2006 15:50:30 GMT -5
Name: Rippedbelly
Do you honor?: Yes, I honor Starclan
Age: 4 years
Gender: she-cat
Appearance: A long haired red tabby she-cat with white paws, white chest and she has a long scar on right side of belly which go’s up to the middle of her back. Got scar by fighting a large dog when defending kit. She is robustly build but can move swiftly, her eyes are a green color. In the winter she has the longest fur, but is sheds a enough to not over-heat her.
RP Example: Rippedbelly lay quietly as she watched the young rabbit playful kick out at its mother, she was to bring back some fresh kill after spending the last three days watching over the new kits that just started some small training sessions. Her leader told her to bring some back or she’ll have to help caring for the elders, she winced at the thought of caring for them but she knew it had to be done. As she watched she stepped on a twig, the rabbits took off running into the bushes.
Getting up Rippedbelly knew that she was going to help the elders now but she couldn’t bring herself to kill the young rabbit. Shaking her red ginger coat, she trotted off in the direct of the camp; she got about half way when a voice called to her looking back a mottled brown tom ran by. “Race you back home!” he yelled before leaping over a log. She grinned and ran off after her friend, Mosspelt. “Hey!, Wait Up!” she called as she ran after Mosspelt through the undergrowth.
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior/healer
Breed: Cross-bred
Personality: Sometimes can be a bit snappy but is very kind and gently to any cat who is in need of help. She enjoys watching over kits but can be a bit over protecting of warrior code, very good at hunting and very formable warrior. She will say what's on her mind, and will say it in front of anyone. Plus, she can be a hand full when upset. when things go wrong she'll go off in finding the turth.Her best friends are a grey she-cat named Hawkface and a mottled tom named Mosspelt.
History: As a small kit, she was always happy to sit and listen to her grandma Goldenflower tell stories of when she was young, later she became an apprentice then warrior. When she was watching over some of the queens kits a large dog some how broke into the camp, it spotted the kits and charge over. Rippedbelly ran over and started to fight with the dog, the dog garb her in it’s jaws and tossed her around, she had her red coat torn but she didn’t get up till she chased the dog away with help of the clan. She healed up in time but still bares the long scar from the dog. Her grandmother was the she-cat Goldenflower. Her mother was Tawnypelt but she left her as a small kit in ThunderClan because of a shortest of young kits. She is loyal to Thunderclan but respects Shadowclan. Her father was a large unknown tom, most cats said he was a loner. She leave through hard times because of her background but she did earn her way into the clan as time with on. She had brother but he left one day and ever returned back to camp, some said he joined the loners.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte!, Masked
Do you honor?: Yes, I honor Starclan
Age: 4 years
Gender: she-cat
Appearance: A long haired red tabby she-cat with white paws, white chest and she has a long scar on right side of belly which go’s up to the middle of her back. Got scar by fighting a large dog when defending kit. She is robustly build but can move swiftly, her eyes are a green color. In the winter she has the longest fur, but is sheds a enough to not over-heat her.
RP Example: Rippedbelly lay quietly as she watched the young rabbit playful kick out at its mother, she was to bring back some fresh kill after spending the last three days watching over the new kits that just started some small training sessions. Her leader told her to bring some back or she’ll have to help caring for the elders, she winced at the thought of caring for them but she knew it had to be done. As she watched she stepped on a twig, the rabbits took off running into the bushes.
Getting up Rippedbelly knew that she was going to help the elders now but she couldn’t bring herself to kill the young rabbit. Shaking her red ginger coat, she trotted off in the direct of the camp; she got about half way when a voice called to her looking back a mottled brown tom ran by. “Race you back home!” he yelled before leaping over a log. She grinned and ran off after her friend, Mosspelt. “Hey!, Wait Up!” she called as she ran after Mosspelt through the undergrowth.
Clan: Thunderclan
Rank: Warrior/healer
Breed: Cross-bred
Personality: Sometimes can be a bit snappy but is very kind and gently to any cat who is in need of help. She enjoys watching over kits but can be a bit over protecting of warrior code, very good at hunting and very formable warrior. She will say what's on her mind, and will say it in front of anyone. Plus, she can be a hand full when upset. when things go wrong she'll go off in finding the turth.Her best friends are a grey she-cat named Hawkface and a mottled tom named Mosspelt.
History: As a small kit, she was always happy to sit and listen to her grandma Goldenflower tell stories of when she was young, later she became an apprentice then warrior. When she was watching over some of the queens kits a large dog some how broke into the camp, it spotted the kits and charge over. Rippedbelly ran over and started to fight with the dog, the dog garb her in it’s jaws and tossed her around, she had her red coat torn but she didn’t get up till she chased the dog away with help of the clan. She healed up in time but still bares the long scar from the dog. Her grandmother was the she-cat Goldenflower. Her mother was Tawnypelt but she left her as a small kit in ThunderClan because of a shortest of young kits. She is loyal to Thunderclan but respects Shadowclan. Her father was a large unknown tom, most cats said he was a loner. She leave through hard times because of her background but she did earn her way into the clan as time with on. She had brother but he left one day and ever returned back to camp, some said he joined the loners.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte!, Masked
