Post by coalfur on Jan 19, 2008 0:19:01 GMT -5
Name: Coal
Age:19 moons
Gender:She-cat
Clan:Windclan
Rank:Kittypet
Personality:Coal is a fiery young she-cat who is very observant. She is loving and caring to those who earn her trust. She is very loyal to her clan and friends and will be aggressive towards those who threaten them. She is sharp tongued and stubborn but very gentle, understanding, and kind to the cats who prove themselves worth her time.
Description:Coal is a smoky black she-cat with a dark gray stripe down the middle of her back. One ear, her left, is completely light gray. She is thin and wiry like a Windclan cat.She has leaf green eye but her right is imperfect. It holds a a sliver of blue. Her eyes also betray her true feeling no matter what she says. This and her sliver makes other cats uncomfortable.
History: Coal was born with out a name. She was born to a barn cat who died giving brith. The cat had no name and she later found her name from meeting her twolegs. As Coal grew up she became a bit anti-social. But when she first spotted the warriors she longed to join them. She knows alot a bout the hunting and fighting from watching the apprentices being trained. Therefore she thinks that she will make a good warrior. Coal was a kittypet. She has followed the clan cats to their camp. She has waited breathlessly for their answer after sending her back home.
IC:Coal crept after the strange cats with the broad heads and muscular bodies. She had watched them for three moons. Enough for her to learn how to be like one. Now she was following them to their "camp". Slowly she slunk forward. The bits of gorse and heather hid her fairly well in the dying light seeing as her smoky black pelt melted into the shadows leaving her leaf green eyes the only think to be seen. Suddenly she could smell a whole lot of cats and knew that she- had found the "camp". She dragged her caught rabbit towards the camp. She still remembered taking the life of such helpless prey. She remembered the thrill of the chase, the wind whistling in her ears and the leap which had determined whether she caught it or not. She was thrilled at her success for it was her first hunt now as she entered the camp feeling so many eyes upon her piercing her thick immoral with stabs of suscpion and loathing. Coal just hoped they'd accept her.
Codeword:Blazingfire
Other: She is still waiting for her warrior name. They haven't accepted her yet.
Age:19 moons
Gender:She-cat
Clan:Windclan
Rank:Kittypet
Personality:Coal is a fiery young she-cat who is very observant. She is loving and caring to those who earn her trust. She is very loyal to her clan and friends and will be aggressive towards those who threaten them. She is sharp tongued and stubborn but very gentle, understanding, and kind to the cats who prove themselves worth her time.
Description:Coal is a smoky black she-cat with a dark gray stripe down the middle of her back. One ear, her left, is completely light gray. She is thin and wiry like a Windclan cat.She has leaf green eye but her right is imperfect. It holds a a sliver of blue. Her eyes also betray her true feeling no matter what she says. This and her sliver makes other cats uncomfortable.
History: Coal was born with out a name. She was born to a barn cat who died giving brith. The cat had no name and she later found her name from meeting her twolegs. As Coal grew up she became a bit anti-social. But when she first spotted the warriors she longed to join them. She knows alot a bout the hunting and fighting from watching the apprentices being trained. Therefore she thinks that she will make a good warrior. Coal was a kittypet. She has followed the clan cats to their camp. She has waited breathlessly for their answer after sending her back home.
IC:Coal crept after the strange cats with the broad heads and muscular bodies. She had watched them for three moons. Enough for her to learn how to be like one. Now she was following them to their "camp". Slowly she slunk forward. The bits of gorse and heather hid her fairly well in the dying light seeing as her smoky black pelt melted into the shadows leaving her leaf green eyes the only think to be seen. Suddenly she could smell a whole lot of cats and knew that she- had found the "camp". She dragged her caught rabbit towards the camp. She still remembered taking the life of such helpless prey. She remembered the thrill of the chase, the wind whistling in her ears and the leap which had determined whether she caught it or not. She was thrilled at her success for it was her first hunt now as she entered the camp feeling so many eyes upon her piercing her thick immoral with stabs of suscpion and loathing. Coal just hoped they'd accept her.
Codeword:Blazingfire
Other: She is still waiting for her warrior name. They haven't accepted her yet.