Post by winterleaf on Mar 31, 2007 17:14:13 GMT -5
Name: Winterstar
Clan: Streamclan
Age: 16 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: She-cat
Description – Physical: Winterstar has a base of light gray, almost silver pelt and bright olive eyes. Her pelt darkens as it reaches her extremities. Black stripes surround all her body. She has sleek and slender legs that help her to be an agil and rapid hunter. Her ears are tufted with dark gray. Silver dominates most of her body, leaving a little glimpse of her darker extremities to be visible.
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Description – Personality: Winterstar is deep thinker and can be skeptic when she looks past the shallow surface of even the smallest mysteries. She’s very friendly, and intelligent as well. Being a serious and stern leader, she protects her clan from any danger and does the best for all the cats. She would risk her live just so the other Streamclanners are save. As an apprentice, Winterpaw had an outgoing and cheerfull personality. She characterized by playing pranks in others. When she became leader, she got a stubborn and graver personality, taking her rank a little to seriously. But she can't stop from being the warm hearted and cheerful cat she has always been.
History: Winterstar was born to a loner mother and a father she never knew. Her mother loved her, but she died of green cough when Winterstar was 4 months old. As time proceeed, Winterstar became stronger and brighter. She learned to swim perfectly. Destiny lead her to the forrest of the packs, where she joined the Streamclan camp. Due to her experience and hunting talent, she was named leader.
Rping Example: Winterstar slowly trampled from the bramble nest with her tail droping on the ground, and her eyes fixed on her paws. They glew with the glittering moon floating in the sky. It formed shadows that fell over the sleeping forrest. Small clouds of mist bounded aimlessly in the air that bristeled Winterstar’s coat with its frosty ice. She directed her gaze to the short fresh kill pile and rushed towards it. Snow fell harshly to her pelt as she fixed and accomodied the skinny voles and mice in the pile. Giving one last look at the glittering stars shining above her, Winterstar ran back to her bramble nest and curled in a small furball. Her tail wrapped her eyes as she closed them. The emerald lights that once glew vanished in mid air
Password: Thunderpath mothermouth
Clan: Streamclan
Age: 16 moons
Rank: Leader
Gender: She-cat
Description – Physical: Winterstar has a base of light gray, almost silver pelt and bright olive eyes. Her pelt darkens as it reaches her extremities. Black stripes surround all her body. She has sleek and slender legs that help her to be an agil and rapid hunter. Her ears are tufted with dark gray. Silver dominates most of her body, leaving a little glimpse of her darker extremities to be visible.
Picture:
Description – Personality: Winterstar is deep thinker and can be skeptic when she looks past the shallow surface of even the smallest mysteries. She’s very friendly, and intelligent as well. Being a serious and stern leader, she protects her clan from any danger and does the best for all the cats. She would risk her live just so the other Streamclanners are save. As an apprentice, Winterpaw had an outgoing and cheerfull personality. She characterized by playing pranks in others. When she became leader, she got a stubborn and graver personality, taking her rank a little to seriously. But she can't stop from being the warm hearted and cheerful cat she has always been.
History: Winterstar was born to a loner mother and a father she never knew. Her mother loved her, but she died of green cough when Winterstar was 4 months old. As time proceeed, Winterstar became stronger and brighter. She learned to swim perfectly. Destiny lead her to the forrest of the packs, where she joined the Streamclan camp. Due to her experience and hunting talent, she was named leader.
Rping Example: Winterstar slowly trampled from the bramble nest with her tail droping on the ground, and her eyes fixed on her paws. They glew with the glittering moon floating in the sky. It formed shadows that fell over the sleeping forrest. Small clouds of mist bounded aimlessly in the air that bristeled Winterstar’s coat with its frosty ice. She directed her gaze to the short fresh kill pile and rushed towards it. Snow fell harshly to her pelt as she fixed and accomodied the skinny voles and mice in the pile. Giving one last look at the glittering stars shining above her, Winterstar ran back to her bramble nest and curled in a small furball. Her tail wrapped her eyes as she closed them. The emerald lights that once glew vanished in mid air
Password: Thunderpath mothermouth
