Post by Aleen on Mar 3, 2006 0:53:27 GMT -5
Name: Ashfur
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 49 moons
Gender: female
Appearance: A slim female with short, completely grey fur and deep, sky blue eyes.
RP Example: Ashfur stomped into camp, her eyes ablaze. While Hunting she had once again found the scents of cats that obviously weren't Riverclan. She knew that times were changing, but that didn't mean that she had to tolerate it. She nearly spat her small catch onto the fresh-kill pile as she charged past it. Flying through camp towards the leaders den Ashfur found herself baring her teeth at any cat that so much as looked at her. She didn't even slow down as she came to the leader's den, so foul was her mood. This rage had been building up over the past six days and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. She glanced around quickly as she stormed in and seeing her leader snarled "I've found cat scents that aren't Riverclan for the eighth time in six days! And not just at our borders, but right in the middle of our territory! I have tried to stay calm up until now, but this is too much! Now what will you do about it?" By the time she finished Ashfur's entire body was heaving and she was breathing as if she had run all the way into camp. She immediately knew she had reacted in the wrong way and she bowed her head in shame. "I am sorry," was all she could manage.
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: No idea
Personality: Ashfur is very serious. She is very impatient and short-tempered but she knows her place and wouldn't ever try to hurt another of her clan. She has incredeble clan loyalty.
History: Born into RiverClan and the only of her litter Ashfur loved to playfight with the other kits her age. By the time she was four moons she was already impatient about becoming an apprentice. Her mother taught her to honor the old ways and be loyal to her clan, no matter what. She trained hard as an apprentice and eventually earned the rank of warrior. Nothing paricularly special happened in her past, but that was before this new threat arose.
Codewords: The ancient ways, Zeik
Do you honor?: Yes
Age: 49 moons
Gender: female
Appearance: A slim female with short, completely grey fur and deep, sky blue eyes.
RP Example: Ashfur stomped into camp, her eyes ablaze. While Hunting she had once again found the scents of cats that obviously weren't Riverclan. She knew that times were changing, but that didn't mean that she had to tolerate it. She nearly spat her small catch onto the fresh-kill pile as she charged past it. Flying through camp towards the leaders den Ashfur found herself baring her teeth at any cat that so much as looked at her. She didn't even slow down as she came to the leader's den, so foul was her mood. This rage had been building up over the past six days and she wasn't going to let anything get in the way of it. She glanced around quickly as she stormed in and seeing her leader snarled "I've found cat scents that aren't Riverclan for the eighth time in six days! And not just at our borders, but right in the middle of our territory! I have tried to stay calm up until now, but this is too much! Now what will you do about it?" By the time she finished Ashfur's entire body was heaving and she was breathing as if she had run all the way into camp. She immediately knew she had reacted in the wrong way and she bowed her head in shame. "I am sorry," was all she could manage.
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: No idea
Personality: Ashfur is very serious. She is very impatient and short-tempered but she knows her place and wouldn't ever try to hurt another of her clan. She has incredeble clan loyalty.
History: Born into RiverClan and the only of her litter Ashfur loved to playfight with the other kits her age. By the time she was four moons she was already impatient about becoming an apprentice. Her mother taught her to honor the old ways and be loyal to her clan, no matter what. She trained hard as an apprentice and eventually earned the rank of warrior. Nothing paricularly special happened in her past, but that was before this new threat arose.
Codewords: The ancient ways, Zeik