Post by ±∞STREAMY∞± on Sept 22, 2007 5:46:27 GMT -5
Name:
Mirrorpaw
Age:
Eight moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
HeatherClan
Desired Position:
Apprentice Med. Cat
Personality:
She is quiet and calm, but also very kind and gentle. She takes care of all her friends, and is nice to almost all cats.
She is also very peaceful and hates fighting, and Mirrorpaw always tries to avoid unnecessary fights. But if forced to fight for her Clan, Mirrorpaw will.
Physical Description:
She is a very small cat with a long face. Her fur is pure white with light brown tabby patches on her head, back, and tail. Her ears are very pointy and tufted on top. Her eyes are slanted and very dark around the edges, dark blue-green flecked with gold.
Picture:
History:
Mirror was a rouge who was born in a forest close to a two-leg castle. And traveled all over the place with her mother and twin sister. But one day,when they were passing through MistClan territory, a group of nasty rouges attacked them and Mirror got separated from them. And she never found out what happened to them.
She wandered around the forest for a while and found the HeatherClan camp, and they accepted her into the Clan. She became Mirrorpaw, is growing up happily in her adopted Clan and now is a smart, loyal apprentice.
IC:
((when she's still Mirror and finds the camp))
A small, white shape padded through the heather. Sharp ears pricked up as the cat heard a sound--a strange one, in the middle of the night. The sound of cats. Discussing ((Moonhigh patrol coming in)).
She opened her mouth and breathed in. The scent of cats reached her, the scent of many cats. Nursing queens, grown cats, younger cats like her, kits. The smell was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and padded forward to the bramble wall over which the scent came. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted through the protective plants. There! Dens. A lot of them. Fresh-kill!
She was reminded of her hunger as her belly moaned. Inward, she told it to shut up--she did not want to be discovered just yet.
There were cats near the pile of prey, discussing. Three or four of them. They were muscular and lithe, even the younger cat about her age. Where were the others?
As the moon came over her head, she was reminded. Moonhigh. They were most probably asleep.
Then the head of the young tabby she-cat snapped in Mirror's direction. Both sets of green eyes widened.
Who's there?
Code:
Whisper
Other: Who RPs Deepriver?
Mirrorpaw
Age:
Eight moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
HeatherClan
Desired Position:
Apprentice Med. Cat
Personality:
She is quiet and calm, but also very kind and gentle. She takes care of all her friends, and is nice to almost all cats.
She is also very peaceful and hates fighting, and Mirrorpaw always tries to avoid unnecessary fights. But if forced to fight for her Clan, Mirrorpaw will.
Physical Description:
She is a very small cat with a long face. Her fur is pure white with light brown tabby patches on her head, back, and tail. Her ears are very pointy and tufted on top. Her eyes are slanted and very dark around the edges, dark blue-green flecked with gold.
Picture:
History:
Mirror was a rouge who was born in a forest close to a two-leg castle. And traveled all over the place with her mother and twin sister. But one day,when they were passing through MistClan territory, a group of nasty rouges attacked them and Mirror got separated from them. And she never found out what happened to them.
She wandered around the forest for a while and found the HeatherClan camp, and they accepted her into the Clan. She became Mirrorpaw, is growing up happily in her adopted Clan and now is a smart, loyal apprentice.
IC:
((when she's still Mirror and finds the camp))
A small, white shape padded through the heather. Sharp ears pricked up as the cat heard a sound--a strange one, in the middle of the night. The sound of cats. Discussing ((Moonhigh patrol coming in)).
She opened her mouth and breathed in. The scent of cats reached her, the scent of many cats. Nursing queens, grown cats, younger cats like her, kits. The smell was overwhelming. She took a deep breath and padded forward to the bramble wall over which the scent came. Her eyes narrowed as she squinted through the protective plants. There! Dens. A lot of them. Fresh-kill!
She was reminded of her hunger as her belly moaned. Inward, she told it to shut up--she did not want to be discovered just yet.
There were cats near the pile of prey, discussing. Three or four of them. They were muscular and lithe, even the younger cat about her age. Where were the others?
As the moon came over her head, she was reminded. Moonhigh. They were most probably asleep.
Then the head of the young tabby she-cat snapped in Mirror's direction. Both sets of green eyes widened.
Who's there?
Code:
Whisper
Other: Who RPs Deepriver?
<--By streamy. who else makes siggie's that great?