Post by Teh Willoweh on Jan 22, 2008 23:03:00 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Ebonyfang
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow]
25 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Ebonyfang is perhaps the grumpiest, sharp-tongued she-cat that you'd ever cross paths with. She enjoys irritating other cats and is relentless in her insults, which makes her highly disliked. Furthermore, she even dislikes kits. If a kit pounced on her tail, she'd probably clout its ears off. Ebonyfang is very independent and a fierce fighter during battle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow]
Ebonyfang has long dark claws and unusually long teeth.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
As a kit, her mum, a loner at the time, forced Ebony from her nest at 2 months of age. She was threatened that if she came back, her mother would turn her over to the wolves to be dealt with. So, naturally, she never returned. After a moon of living in an old rabbit's burrow, she sought refuge in the pasture. It wasn't too long before she came across PastureClan and decided that she'd be better off as a clan cat. She has been living in the clan ever since.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Frostpaw slid out from the apprentice's den, his ears pricked with curiosity. The pale moon hung high in the sky and the stars twinkled through the canopy above as the cream tom crept towards the entrance of the camp. Hoping not to be noticed, he pressed his fur to the edges of the leafy walls surrounding the clearing. He was only a fox-length from the tunnel when a loud snap came from beneath his paws. He looked down to see a broken twig under his paw and he cringed. So much for my cover... he thought to himself.
lol
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow]
whisper
Ebonyfang
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow]
25 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
PastureClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Desired Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Ebonyfang is perhaps the grumpiest, sharp-tongued she-cat that you'd ever cross paths with. She enjoys irritating other cats and is relentless in her insults, which makes her highly disliked. Furthermore, she even dislikes kits. If a kit pounced on her tail, she'd probably clout its ears off. Ebonyfang is very independent and a fierce fighter during battle.
[glow=blue,2,300]Physical Description:[/glow]
Ebonyfang has long dark claws and unusually long teeth.
[glow=blue,2,300]History:[/glow]
As a kit, her mum, a loner at the time, forced Ebony from her nest at 2 months of age. She was threatened that if she came back, her mother would turn her over to the wolves to be dealt with. So, naturally, she never returned. After a moon of living in an old rabbit's burrow, she sought refuge in the pasture. It wasn't too long before she came across PastureClan and decided that she'd be better off as a clan cat. She has been living in the clan ever since.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Frostpaw slid out from the apprentice's den, his ears pricked with curiosity. The pale moon hung high in the sky and the stars twinkled through the canopy above as the cream tom crept towards the entrance of the camp. Hoping not to be noticed, he pressed his fur to the edges of the leafy walls surrounding the clearing. He was only a fox-length from the tunnel when a loud snap came from beneath his paws. He looked down to see a broken twig under his paw and he cringed. So much for my cover... he thought to himself.
lol
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow]
whisper
