Post by Snowclaw on Jan 2, 2006 11:55:19 GMT -5
Name: Snowclaw
Clan: Moonclan
Gender: She-cat
Position: Medicine Cat
Appearance: Snowclaw has a pure white coat, just like that of snow, hence her name snowclaw. She has beaming golden eyes, tiny little slits for the pupils as she gazes at her prey, ready to spring. She has a bright pink nose that picks up the tiniest scent of mouse. Danty, gentle paws pad across the ground, as silent as a cloud. She has deadly dagger-like fangs, though she hardly uses them to inflict pain, she finds them far more convient for ripping at herbs and collecting them. She has hook-like claws that latch upon her prey and hold tightly. Be careful, when you harm this cat she'll get you back.
Personality: Snowclaw has a gentle attitude. She is slow to anger, and stands up for what she believes in. She loves kits but hates to lose patients, especially when she tried so hard to save them. She mourns heavily over those she cannot help, and prays to Starclan very often. Snowclaw has a happy-go-lucky sorta she-cat personality. She thinks that even the darkest of cats can be cured of their evil. She loves to listen to the elders stories, and appreciates their wisdom, making Snowclaw a deeply respected and easy to talk to cat.
History: Snowclaw was born a kittypet. She felt a strange yearning to be in the forest. Her paws quivered as she gazed into the undergrowth and the shadows from the trees. Unable to stand the pull any longer, the kit raced into the forest. She soon regretted what she had done for a loud hiss made her jump. Her fur shot in all kinds of dirrections and she arched her back, letting out a yowl. Her paws and eyes gave her away for they trembled uncontrollably. Soon she spotted another cat. The cat laughed at her and she took it as a very hard insult. She tackled the strange cat when he called her a good for nothing housepet. Snowclaw came to a stop when she was offered a clan to join. Dimondclan. The one word made her quiver in excitement. She was brought into the clan. She trained to become an apprentice but one day she fed herself first instead of the clan and as punishment had to care for the elders. She didnt mind the work, however. In fact she rather enjoyed listening to their old tales and lashing her tail in excitement. But the one cat she looked up to the most was the medicine cat. She respected her and was always by her side. She learned the old cat's ways and soon grew to have that knowledge herself.
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RP Example: Snowclaw stepped out of her den and took a deep breath of the crisp morning air. The day was perfect for collecting herbs. She'd need some strength before she went out though. She dashed to the fresh-kill pile and took a large vole from the top. Snowclaw soon devoured the small creature and licked her lips. She looked around her. The camp was still asleep. She dashed out the tunnel entrance and headed towards the two-leg place. She hated going here, it brought back too many memories that she was ashamed of. She dashed into the garden under the fence and ran to the catnip patch. The delightful smell made her mouth water. "Thank Starclan I ate that vole. I'd be digging into this catnip in seconds." Snowclaw bit into the leaves and crammed her jaws with the herbs. She needed to restock if she was ever going to beat the greencough this leaf-bare. She trotted back into the entrance of the camp and to her den, carefully placing the catnip upon one of the rocks she had. She would mash it up later with her teeth but for now, she still yearned for rest. Snowclaw laid down and curled her tail around her. Sleeping silently.
I think this is it
Clan: Moonclan
Gender: She-cat
Position: Medicine Cat
Appearance: Snowclaw has a pure white coat, just like that of snow, hence her name snowclaw. She has beaming golden eyes, tiny little slits for the pupils as she gazes at her prey, ready to spring. She has a bright pink nose that picks up the tiniest scent of mouse. Danty, gentle paws pad across the ground, as silent as a cloud. She has deadly dagger-like fangs, though she hardly uses them to inflict pain, she finds them far more convient for ripping at herbs and collecting them. She has hook-like claws that latch upon her prey and hold tightly. Be careful, when you harm this cat she'll get you back.
Personality: Snowclaw has a gentle attitude. She is slow to anger, and stands up for what she believes in. She loves kits but hates to lose patients, especially when she tried so hard to save them. She mourns heavily over those she cannot help, and prays to Starclan very often. Snowclaw has a happy-go-lucky sorta she-cat personality. She thinks that even the darkest of cats can be cured of their evil. She loves to listen to the elders stories, and appreciates their wisdom, making Snowclaw a deeply respected and easy to talk to cat.
History: Snowclaw was born a kittypet. She felt a strange yearning to be in the forest. Her paws quivered as she gazed into the undergrowth and the shadows from the trees. Unable to stand the pull any longer, the kit raced into the forest. She soon regretted what she had done for a loud hiss made her jump. Her fur shot in all kinds of dirrections and she arched her back, letting out a yowl. Her paws and eyes gave her away for they trembled uncontrollably. Soon she spotted another cat. The cat laughed at her and she took it as a very hard insult. She tackled the strange cat when he called her a good for nothing housepet. Snowclaw came to a stop when she was offered a clan to join. Dimondclan. The one word made her quiver in excitement. She was brought into the clan. She trained to become an apprentice but one day she fed herself first instead of the clan and as punishment had to care for the elders. She didnt mind the work, however. In fact she rather enjoyed listening to their old tales and lashing her tail in excitement. But the one cat she looked up to the most was the medicine cat. She respected her and was always by her side. She learned the old cat's ways and soon grew to have that knowledge herself.
Picture:
RP Example: Snowclaw stepped out of her den and took a deep breath of the crisp morning air. The day was perfect for collecting herbs. She'd need some strength before she went out though. She dashed to the fresh-kill pile and took a large vole from the top. Snowclaw soon devoured the small creature and licked her lips. She looked around her. The camp was still asleep. She dashed out the tunnel entrance and headed towards the two-leg place. She hated going here, it brought back too many memories that she was ashamed of. She dashed into the garden under the fence and ran to the catnip patch. The delightful smell made her mouth water. "Thank Starclan I ate that vole. I'd be digging into this catnip in seconds." Snowclaw bit into the leaves and crammed her jaws with the herbs. She needed to restock if she was ever going to beat the greencough this leaf-bare. She trotted back into the entrance of the camp and to her den, carefully placing the catnip upon one of the rocks she had. She would mash it up later with her teeth but for now, she still yearned for rest. Snowclaw laid down and curled her tail around her. Sleeping silently.
I think this is it
...you like to write a lot...