Post by Cirruskit on Mar 11, 2006 19:47:10 GMT -5
Name: Mifca
Do you honor?: No
Age: 14 seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Mifca is a petite, smoke-gray cat. Her larges eyes are the color of the grass during Green-Leaf and her pupils are always small, black slits, even at the darkest of times. This hardly affects her sight, however. Mifca can spot things a mile away. Her small, rounded ears are a different story though. Ever since she fell in a river and almost drowned, Mifca has lost some hearing in her ears. She is not completely deaf, but has a hard time hearing what most cats could hear in their sleep. Her paws are the only surprising factor. They are very large and don't seem to fit her small body. The white, large paws are excellent in battle and more than make up for her hearing loss. Her tail is slightly bent at the end, and seems to be permanent. Mifca's tail is very long, but thin and it is as long as two voles. Her nose is the other quite large feature of her body. The black sniffer stands out from the smokiness of her pelt but it is very useful in scenting prey or intruders.
RP Example: Mifca narrowed her eyes. She scented something, and it wasn't prey. It smelled like a cat. Her eyes searched the barn door for movement. It was definitely a clan cat, yes, but which Clan was it? It didn't seem familiar to her. Trying to recall what some traveling loners were talking about a few days earlier, she crept back into some hay. Ah, yes. They were talking about a more treacherous Clan than the four originals that her mother had told her about. What was it called though? NiftClan, was it? No, NightClan! That was it. Yes, even the four original great Clans seemed to fear NightClan. The loner peered into the darkness. The scent began to drift farther and farther away. Bounding out the barn door, Mifca tried to catch a glimpse of the intruder. A sleek figure walked off in the direction of the forest. I'd better keep a look out for those ones. she thought to herself.
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Breed: Korat
Personality: Mifca is a very quiet and gentle cat. She doesn't mind when tired cats seek shelter in the barn she calls home, but if they don't announce their arrival, she immediately becomes suspicious. Mifca isn't jumpy, she's cautious and likes to know that her home in which she had grown up is safe. She does not fear the Clans. Rather, she mocks them. She thinks their way of life is silly. Cats fighting each other over prey and boundaries that no one but the Clans themselves can see, she laughs at that way of life. She is content where she is, although she sometimes visits the Clans, just to update them of trouble in the forest that would also affect herself.
History: Mifca was born and raised a loner. Her parents left to go hunting when she was about 9 moons old and never came back. Later, she found their dead bodies flattened on a Thunderpath. Mifca has always tried to be independent, even in times of trouble. However, not much trouble has headed her way since she has always been known as hospital to the tired and hungry.
Codewords: Zeik, Ancient Ways
Do you honor?: No
Age: 14 seasons
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Mifca is a petite, smoke-gray cat. Her larges eyes are the color of the grass during Green-Leaf and her pupils are always small, black slits, even at the darkest of times. This hardly affects her sight, however. Mifca can spot things a mile away. Her small, rounded ears are a different story though. Ever since she fell in a river and almost drowned, Mifca has lost some hearing in her ears. She is not completely deaf, but has a hard time hearing what most cats could hear in their sleep. Her paws are the only surprising factor. They are very large and don't seem to fit her small body. The white, large paws are excellent in battle and more than make up for her hearing loss. Her tail is slightly bent at the end, and seems to be permanent. Mifca's tail is very long, but thin and it is as long as two voles. Her nose is the other quite large feature of her body. The black sniffer stands out from the smokiness of her pelt but it is very useful in scenting prey or intruders.
RP Example: Mifca narrowed her eyes. She scented something, and it wasn't prey. It smelled like a cat. Her eyes searched the barn door for movement. It was definitely a clan cat, yes, but which Clan was it? It didn't seem familiar to her. Trying to recall what some traveling loners were talking about a few days earlier, she crept back into some hay. Ah, yes. They were talking about a more treacherous Clan than the four originals that her mother had told her about. What was it called though? NiftClan, was it? No, NightClan! That was it. Yes, even the four original great Clans seemed to fear NightClan. The loner peered into the darkness. The scent began to drift farther and farther away. Bounding out the barn door, Mifca tried to catch a glimpse of the intruder. A sleek figure walked off in the direction of the forest. I'd better keep a look out for those ones. she thought to herself.
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Breed: Korat
Personality: Mifca is a very quiet and gentle cat. She doesn't mind when tired cats seek shelter in the barn she calls home, but if they don't announce their arrival, she immediately becomes suspicious. Mifca isn't jumpy, she's cautious and likes to know that her home in which she had grown up is safe. She does not fear the Clans. Rather, she mocks them. She thinks their way of life is silly. Cats fighting each other over prey and boundaries that no one but the Clans themselves can see, she laughs at that way of life. She is content where she is, although she sometimes visits the Clans, just to update them of trouble in the forest that would also affect herself.
History: Mifca was born and raised a loner. Her parents left to go hunting when she was about 9 moons old and never came back. Later, she found their dead bodies flattened on a Thunderpath. Mifca has always tried to be independent, even in times of trouble. However, not much trouble has headed her way since she has always been known as hospital to the tired and hungry.
Codewords: Zeik, Ancient Ways
