Post by Tiger on Dec 21, 2008 11:38:06 GMT -5
Name: Nightsky
Clan: BreezeClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 44 moons
Gender: She-cat
Mate: None but open
Kin: Her parents (both deceased) are the former BreezeClan warriors Flintfur and Topazeye. She has one brother, Steelpelt, who is currently clan deputy.
Appearance: Nightsky's appearance is nothing special. Her black fur is medium-short in length and is a plain black with slight reddish tones. She's a bit skinny and small but makes up for the disadvantage in size with her astonishing speed. Her eyes have a hue that is difficult to describe: they seem to be a grayish-yellowish-brown. Her nose, pawpads, whiskers, and claws are all a uniform shade of black.
Her picture is located here.
Personality: Nightsky appears to be, at least, on the surface, a kind, loyal, honest she-cat. Deeper down, she is relatively bossy and temperamental. She's on the shy side but is still dominant over her brother. Despite having a lower rank in BreezeClan, she acts as though she is in charge of Steelpelt--all the time--and occasionally some of the other cats. She is often jealous of other cats, especially those who are younger than her but have achieved more when they haven't done anything differently than she has.
History: Like most other BreezeClanners, Nightsky was born there and will most likely die there. Her parents certainly have. However, she and Steelpelt got over that rut and have continued on with their lives. Nightsky's dull past has displeased her, as she is a cat who loves excitement in every way, shape, and form.
Roleplay example: Nightsky faced the rogue, with her legs slightly bent and claws sheathed--ready to fight or to run. She could hear her pulse in her ears; the blood was saturated with adrenaline. She the absolute opposite of the trespasser--his pelt was thick, white-and-gray, and he was stocky and muscular. His yellow eyes bored into her colorless ones. Neither wanted to attack; each was waiting for the other to make the first move. After a minute or so of this staredown, both decided it wasn't worth a fight, turned tail, and ran back to their own homes.
Secret code: I like juicy tomatoes!
Clan: BreezeClan
Rank: Warrior
Age: 44 moons
Gender: She-cat
Mate: None but open
Kin: Her parents (both deceased) are the former BreezeClan warriors Flintfur and Topazeye. She has one brother, Steelpelt, who is currently clan deputy.
Appearance: Nightsky's appearance is nothing special. Her black fur is medium-short in length and is a plain black with slight reddish tones. She's a bit skinny and small but makes up for the disadvantage in size with her astonishing speed. Her eyes have a hue that is difficult to describe: they seem to be a grayish-yellowish-brown. Her nose, pawpads, whiskers, and claws are all a uniform shade of black.
Her picture is located here.
Personality: Nightsky appears to be, at least, on the surface, a kind, loyal, honest she-cat. Deeper down, she is relatively bossy and temperamental. She's on the shy side but is still dominant over her brother. Despite having a lower rank in BreezeClan, she acts as though she is in charge of Steelpelt--all the time--and occasionally some of the other cats. She is often jealous of other cats, especially those who are younger than her but have achieved more when they haven't done anything differently than she has.
History: Like most other BreezeClanners, Nightsky was born there and will most likely die there. Her parents certainly have. However, she and Steelpelt got over that rut and have continued on with their lives. Nightsky's dull past has displeased her, as she is a cat who loves excitement in every way, shape, and form.
Roleplay example: Nightsky faced the rogue, with her legs slightly bent and claws sheathed--ready to fight or to run. She could hear her pulse in her ears; the blood was saturated with adrenaline. She the absolute opposite of the trespasser--his pelt was thick, white-and-gray, and he was stocky and muscular. His yellow eyes bored into her colorless ones. Neither wanted to attack; each was waiting for the other to make the first move. After a minute or so of this staredown, both decided it wasn't worth a fight, turned tail, and ran back to their own homes.
Secret code: I like juicy tomatoes!
