Post by Rainfire on Sept 18, 2008 11:50:43 GMT -5
Name: (it will be Kit at first unless you want me to change it)Flamewing
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pelt Color: White
Description: A white she-cat with pale ginger markings
Personality: A soft she-cat with a personaltity similar to a kittypet. She has a devoted bond with Starclan.
Desired Position: Medicine Cat
Desired Clan: Riverclan
Picture of Cat (if you have one): www.property-in-the-sun.com/images/Blog/july_2006/ginger_cat.jpg.
RP Example:
A bit of one of my story.
A smoky gray tom padded into the clearing where a light brown tabby she cat sat in a shaft of moonlight.
“Dusk our mother is dead.” The tom mewed softly. A flash of sadness flickered in Dusk’s usually expressionless green eyes.
“No Birch!!! How?!”
“Willow Wand’s Gang.”
Mumbled the tom.
Dusk felt the sharp cold wind against her face as she rushed after Birch. “Birch did you see it happen” Dusk rose her voice over the wind. “ Yes” His mew still clouded with distress. As they saw Shadow and her sister Leaf padding along slowly their heads low. Shadow spoke in her ever mournful mew “We have come to morn Kori” As Dusk looked on to a patch of bloody ground, she saw a small huddle of cats around a limp body. Most easily seen was the thin white figure of Bone her father. She stepped on slower the sadness washing over her.
“Why?!” she mewed to her brother.
“She was hunting for us when she accidentally crossed the border to Willow Wand’s territory” he managed to mumble. Then Dusk noticed the long deep gash on Kori’s stomach, the torn ear, and the bitten tail.
“ Lets take her back to camp” meowed Leaf sadly.
Age: 11 moons
Gender: She-cat
Pelt Color: White
Description: A white she-cat with pale ginger markings
Personality: A soft she-cat with a personaltity similar to a kittypet. She has a devoted bond with Starclan.
Desired Position: Medicine Cat
Desired Clan: Riverclan
Picture of Cat (if you have one): www.property-in-the-sun.com/images/Blog/july_2006/ginger_cat.jpg.
RP Example:
A bit of one of my story.
A smoky gray tom padded into the clearing where a light brown tabby she cat sat in a shaft of moonlight.
“Dusk our mother is dead.” The tom mewed softly. A flash of sadness flickered in Dusk’s usually expressionless green eyes.
“No Birch!!! How?!”
“Willow Wand’s Gang.”
Mumbled the tom.
Dusk felt the sharp cold wind against her face as she rushed after Birch. “Birch did you see it happen” Dusk rose her voice over the wind. “ Yes” His mew still clouded with distress. As they saw Shadow and her sister Leaf padding along slowly their heads low. Shadow spoke in her ever mournful mew “We have come to morn Kori” As Dusk looked on to a patch of bloody ground, she saw a small huddle of cats around a limp body. Most easily seen was the thin white figure of Bone her father. She stepped on slower the sadness washing over her.
“Why?!” she mewed to her brother.
“She was hunting for us when she accidentally crossed the border to Willow Wand’s territory” he managed to mumble. Then Dusk noticed the long deep gash on Kori’s stomach, the torn ear, and the bitten tail.
“ Lets take her back to camp” meowed Leaf sadly.