Post by The Raven on Sept 20, 2005 6:43:24 GMT -5
Name: Moon
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Warriors
Picture: See Avva
Description: A pure black she-cat, with bright yellow eyes. Her black coat is useful, as she enjoys prowling around at midnight. She is also very small.
Personality: A shy, quiet, warrior. She seems too young to be a warrior, and you'd never guess she was, guessing by the way she looks, and acts. It takes her time to warm up to strangers, even in her own Clan., because of her history. And as always, especially with BoneClan in town, she wonders: Is fighting truely the answer?
History: She's had bad expriences with parents and guys. We shall leave it at that, hm?
IC:
Did they really have to do that? Tear and rip at each other's throats, cause blood to drip down each other's muzzles, and into the ground, where it sunk in, watering the grass with it's metallic, sticky substance? Wasn't there another way to solve each Clan's problems, other than killing and hurting?
Moon shrunk back as the fighting contiued. Back into her safe spot. SHe would partrol, and hunt, and take care of the injured, but she would not fight. She was too afraid, too afraid that something would happen, that someone would be hurt, that she would die. The she-cat shivered, a cold wind blowing into her Safe Spot, and rustling her fur like the leaves on a tree. She didn't want ot die. SHe had been too close to it already.. Hurt too many times... Never fought back.. After that day, she had taken a vow.. And she had kept it.
She would not break it now.
Secret Word: Silvertail.
Age: 16 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Clan: AirClan
Rank: Warriors
Picture: See Avva
Description: A pure black she-cat, with bright yellow eyes. Her black coat is useful, as she enjoys prowling around at midnight. She is also very small.
Personality: A shy, quiet, warrior. She seems too young to be a warrior, and you'd never guess she was, guessing by the way she looks, and acts. It takes her time to warm up to strangers, even in her own Clan., because of her history. And as always, especially with BoneClan in town, she wonders: Is fighting truely the answer?
History: She's had bad expriences with parents and guys. We shall leave it at that, hm?
IC:
Did they really have to do that? Tear and rip at each other's throats, cause blood to drip down each other's muzzles, and into the ground, where it sunk in, watering the grass with it's metallic, sticky substance? Wasn't there another way to solve each Clan's problems, other than killing and hurting?
Moon shrunk back as the fighting contiued. Back into her safe spot. SHe would partrol, and hunt, and take care of the injured, but she would not fight. She was too afraid, too afraid that something would happen, that someone would be hurt, that she would die. The she-cat shivered, a cold wind blowing into her Safe Spot, and rustling her fur like the leaves on a tree. She didn't want ot die. SHe had been too close to it already.. Hurt too many times... Never fought back.. After that day, she had taken a vow.. And she had kept it.
She would not break it now.
Secret Word: Silvertail.
I didn't know that. I don't remember reading that anywhere either!
