Post by Shadepelt on May 20, 2006 16:13:30 GMT -5
Name: Shadepelt
Do you honor?: yes
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Shadepelt has a streamline, lean Jet black body, with cold, peircing, ice-blue eyes. Eyes that when you look straight into them, you almost seem to get possesed. Her tail is very long, kind of whip-like, with flashy silver stripes going up to her hind quarters, they almost make her seem like some disoriented half tabby. Her paws are dainty, petite paws with thorn sharp claws. Her head is small, defined, and percise. Small and black is her nose with a scar from a porcupine. On top of her head are her small pointy ears, with a small spot of silver on the back of her right ear. Her legs are long, and covered with strong muscle. She has very springy, extendable joints. That helps her lengthen her stride, and she had very bouncy leaps because of them.
RP Example: Rabbit! The delicious smell slithered into Shadepelt's nostrils, making her fur tingle with delight. It would be her first catch since 1 moon ago, when she had been bit by a badger, and had to stay in the Medicine Cat's den for one whole moon. It was her first day out, and she couldn't wait to show the Clan she hadn't gotten soft over her break. Crouching down, she slowly, slealthily crept up on the rabbit, and after planning her kill exactly, pounced onto the unsuspecting rabbit.
"Thistle-brain, didn't see me coming!" she purred, satisfyed with her catch. She buried the fresh-kill, and sprinted off over the moors, she would return for it later.
Shadepelt was a natural runner. She loved nothing better then to feel the wind rustle her fur when sprinting over WindClan's territory. It was especially pleasing now, having been cooped up for a moon, it felt great to taste the gush of blood when biting down on the warm body of prey. Oblivious to all her surroundings, Shadepelt extended her stride, and pelted even faster over the moors.
It was sun-high, and Shadepelt entered the camp with three rabbits. She trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, and placed them on top of an old crow. Feeling proud, and tired after her first day back hunting, she padded softly over to the Warrior's Den. She circles around her nest of moss, and stifled a yawn as she lay down her dreary head. As her eye lids began to droop, flashes of the hunt sped through her lively, young mind.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Brazilian Short-hair
Personality: Shadepelt is a very proud cat, especially about her speed and hunting skills. She is sometimes very cocky, and loves to tease. Sometimes she can be mean, but usually very loveable. She sometimes has days, perhaps even moons where she dosn't know her purpose in life. That is when she'll be very quiet, timid, sometimes she'll even become depressed. On the other hand, she also has times where she is very demanding, wondering why no one else is like her. So she'll resort to getting angry for no apparent reason, and she'll snap, even at the smallest hint of an insult. All and all, she is very unpridictable, and can get very moody. It's not a good idea to get on her bad side, for you might be given some scars.
History: Her mother died from childbirth, leaving her father to look after her. Her mother was a possibility for being Deputy, but fell in love with Shadepaw's father. When she was a kit, her father was very protective, and she was left in the care of another queen. Kithood was hard, all her littermates treated her differently for not having a real alive mother. But, she made it through, mostly by the help and encouragement from her father. Through apprenticeship, she proved all her littermates wrong. She proved that just because she didn't have a mother to help her along, she could still train to be a strong warrior. Now moons into being a Warrior, she has become quite popular with the kits, playing with them every chance she gets, so that no kit feels alone like she once did.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte!, Masked
Do you honor?: yes
Age: 18 moons
Gender: Female
Appearance: Shadepelt has a streamline, lean Jet black body, with cold, peircing, ice-blue eyes. Eyes that when you look straight into them, you almost seem to get possesed. Her tail is very long, kind of whip-like, with flashy silver stripes going up to her hind quarters, they almost make her seem like some disoriented half tabby. Her paws are dainty, petite paws with thorn sharp claws. Her head is small, defined, and percise. Small and black is her nose with a scar from a porcupine. On top of her head are her small pointy ears, with a small spot of silver on the back of her right ear. Her legs are long, and covered with strong muscle. She has very springy, extendable joints. That helps her lengthen her stride, and she had very bouncy leaps because of them.
RP Example: Rabbit! The delicious smell slithered into Shadepelt's nostrils, making her fur tingle with delight. It would be her first catch since 1 moon ago, when she had been bit by a badger, and had to stay in the Medicine Cat's den for one whole moon. It was her first day out, and she couldn't wait to show the Clan she hadn't gotten soft over her break. Crouching down, she slowly, slealthily crept up on the rabbit, and after planning her kill exactly, pounced onto the unsuspecting rabbit.
"Thistle-brain, didn't see me coming!" she purred, satisfyed with her catch. She buried the fresh-kill, and sprinted off over the moors, she would return for it later.
Shadepelt was a natural runner. She loved nothing better then to feel the wind rustle her fur when sprinting over WindClan's territory. It was especially pleasing now, having been cooped up for a moon, it felt great to taste the gush of blood when biting down on the warm body of prey. Oblivious to all her surroundings, Shadepelt extended her stride, and pelted even faster over the moors.
It was sun-high, and Shadepelt entered the camp with three rabbits. She trotted over to the fresh-kill pile, and placed them on top of an old crow. Feeling proud, and tired after her first day back hunting, she padded softly over to the Warrior's Den. She circles around her nest of moss, and stifled a yawn as she lay down her dreary head. As her eye lids began to droop, flashes of the hunt sped through her lively, young mind.
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Breed: Brazilian Short-hair
Personality: Shadepelt is a very proud cat, especially about her speed and hunting skills. She is sometimes very cocky, and loves to tease. Sometimes she can be mean, but usually very loveable. She sometimes has days, perhaps even moons where she dosn't know her purpose in life. That is when she'll be very quiet, timid, sometimes she'll even become depressed. On the other hand, she also has times where she is very demanding, wondering why no one else is like her. So she'll resort to getting angry for no apparent reason, and she'll snap, even at the smallest hint of an insult. All and all, she is very unpridictable, and can get very moody. It's not a good idea to get on her bad side, for you might be given some scars.
History: Her mother died from childbirth, leaving her father to look after her. Her mother was a possibility for being Deputy, but fell in love with Shadepaw's father. When she was a kit, her father was very protective, and she was left in the care of another queen. Kithood was hard, all her littermates treated her differently for not having a real alive mother. But, she made it through, mostly by the help and encouragement from her father. Through apprenticeship, she proved all her littermates wrong. She proved that just because she didn't have a mother to help her along, she could still train to be a strong warrior. Now moons into being a Warrior, she has become quite popular with the kits, playing with them every chance she gets, so that no kit feels alone like she once did.
Codewords: Que tengas suerte!, Masked
