Post by »ωinter•star« on Jul 23, 2008 0:58:11 GMT -5
Name;;
Dovecry
Gender;;
She-cat
Clan;;
BreezeClan
Rank;;
Warrior
Love Life;;
None Currently
Appearance;;
With a name like 'Dove', one might be expected to have white fur like a dove, all I have to say is expect the unexpected. Dovecry is an all pale gray she-cat, no hint of white, she is always classified as gray. The length of her soft fur is short, no longer. Dovecry is very sensitive about her tail, as it is very long, and she likes to keep it close to her, she is very cautious about it getting trampled on. This young she-cats ears are very normal-looking, a good size, medium, per say. Her claws and fangs are always kept good and sharp, her claws are curled, and her fangs are pointed, ready for action. Dovecry's legs are fairly short, yes, she is not at all tall. She is about the height of a middle-aged apprentice. Finally, Dovecry's eyes are a deep shade of amber, captivating and gorgeous.
Personality;;
The first thing you might notice about Dovecry, is that she is very flirtatious. She loves to play tricks on your mind with her seductive, soft tone, and sweep of her tail around your neck. And gets thoroughly offended when it doesn't work. She thinks of herself as graceful, which those who are shallow enough classify her as, and she never likes to be wrong. Petty and rude describe her best. When it is called for, though, Dovecry can be serious and ready for action. Usually, she's the first one to break an awkward, or maybe even not so awkward, silence with a question, or taunt. She is afraid to show vulnerably, and is over all out going. In the morning, Dovecry is usually ready very soon, would skip eating until every one else had eaten, and even then say she's not hungry. It's strange, her loyalty to her Clan does not show in her overall attitude, but she would always fight for her clan and her leader, and be loyal and proud till the end.
History;;
Lucky her, Dovekit had two siblings during her kit hood, although only one survived. Birchkit, and Brushkit, both toms and both born leaders. Birchkit was a dark brown tabby, and Brushkit was a light brown tabby, both had large shoulders and muscles. Dovekit was taunted by both, who seemed glued to each other, so she stayed nearer to her mother, and the other kits in the nursery. While Birchkit and Brushkit snuck out, Dovekit was left at home, in the nursery, and left with the task of not letting them get caught. But this is how she developed her attitude, by staying at home, and talking with the tom kits in the nursery. For Dovepaw, the apprentice days flew by. Her mentor taught her everything, fighting came easily to her, hunting was the harder of the two. Dovepaw found fighting came naturally to her, and it was fun to learn special ways to swipe your lcaw at an opponent, and twist your body to move gracefully across the battle field. Hunting was harder, it was hard trying not to trample on twigs and brush up against a pile of tall grass to loudly. But she got it, and achieved her warrior name, Dovecry. Birchpaw became Birchmask, and Brushpaw would have been called Brushfire. Brushpaw had been killed by a poinsoned rabbit the night before his ceremony.
RP Example;;
Not Needed
Other;;
Dovecry
Gender;;
She-cat
Clan;;
BreezeClan
Rank;;
Warrior
Love Life;;
None Currently
Appearance;;
With a name like 'Dove', one might be expected to have white fur like a dove, all I have to say is expect the unexpected. Dovecry is an all pale gray she-cat, no hint of white, she is always classified as gray. The length of her soft fur is short, no longer. Dovecry is very sensitive about her tail, as it is very long, and she likes to keep it close to her, she is very cautious about it getting trampled on. This young she-cats ears are very normal-looking, a good size, medium, per say. Her claws and fangs are always kept good and sharp, her claws are curled, and her fangs are pointed, ready for action. Dovecry's legs are fairly short, yes, she is not at all tall. She is about the height of a middle-aged apprentice. Finally, Dovecry's eyes are a deep shade of amber, captivating and gorgeous.
Personality;;
The first thing you might notice about Dovecry, is that she is very flirtatious. She loves to play tricks on your mind with her seductive, soft tone, and sweep of her tail around your neck. And gets thoroughly offended when it doesn't work. She thinks of herself as graceful, which those who are shallow enough classify her as, and she never likes to be wrong. Petty and rude describe her best. When it is called for, though, Dovecry can be serious and ready for action. Usually, she's the first one to break an awkward, or maybe even not so awkward, silence with a question, or taunt. She is afraid to show vulnerably, and is over all out going. In the morning, Dovecry is usually ready very soon, would skip eating until every one else had eaten, and even then say she's not hungry. It's strange, her loyalty to her Clan does not show in her overall attitude, but she would always fight for her clan and her leader, and be loyal and proud till the end.
History;;
Lucky her, Dovekit had two siblings during her kit hood, although only one survived. Birchkit, and Brushkit, both toms and both born leaders. Birchkit was a dark brown tabby, and Brushkit was a light brown tabby, both had large shoulders and muscles. Dovekit was taunted by both, who seemed glued to each other, so she stayed nearer to her mother, and the other kits in the nursery. While Birchkit and Brushkit snuck out, Dovekit was left at home, in the nursery, and left with the task of not letting them get caught. But this is how she developed her attitude, by staying at home, and talking with the tom kits in the nursery. For Dovepaw, the apprentice days flew by. Her mentor taught her everything, fighting came easily to her, hunting was the harder of the two. Dovepaw found fighting came naturally to her, and it was fun to learn special ways to swipe your lcaw at an opponent, and twist your body to move gracefully across the battle field. Hunting was harder, it was hard trying not to trample on twigs and brush up against a pile of tall grass to loudly. But she got it, and achieved her warrior name, Dovecry. Birchpaw became Birchmask, and Brushpaw would have been called Brushfire. Brushpaw had been killed by a poinsoned rabbit the night before his ceremony.
RP Example;;
Not Needed
Other;;
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