Post by ♥_Silent.star on Jun 20, 2009 0:09:38 GMT -5
Name: Willowbrook
Gender: She cat
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 25 moons
Appearance: Willowbrook is a lithe spotted bengal with bright green eyes. She has large, dark spots and a black stripe down her back. She has long, muscular legs perfect for climbing and leaping. Her fur fluffs up when she gets mad, making her look really big. Her nose and pads are red.
Personality: Willowbrook has a short temper, but can get it under control really quickly. She loves hunting and is really good at it too. Hates running arrands and often bribes the apprentices to do them for her. Wants her own apprentice or kits, but hasn't found a mate or been chosen to mentor any kits.
IC: Willowbrook stalked the wiry black mouse, legs quivering in anticipation. A cold breeze ruffled her fur, reminding her it was leafbare. Come on, come on. You have to catch this one. It's getting cold. The fresh-kill pile had been growing thinner and thinner each day as they got deeper into leafbare. To her surprise and delight, the mouse moved closer to her, now only a fox length away. She flicked her eyes between her paws and the mouse to judge the distance. Satisfied that she was close enough, she jumped and bit into its neck, killing it instantly.
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Gender: She cat
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 25 moons
Appearance: Willowbrook is a lithe spotted bengal with bright green eyes. She has large, dark spots and a black stripe down her back. She has long, muscular legs perfect for climbing and leaping. Her fur fluffs up when she gets mad, making her look really big. Her nose and pads are red.
Personality: Willowbrook has a short temper, but can get it under control really quickly. She loves hunting and is really good at it too. Hates running arrands and often bribes the apprentices to do them for her. Wants her own apprentice or kits, but hasn't found a mate or been chosen to mentor any kits.
IC: Willowbrook stalked the wiry black mouse, legs quivering in anticipation. A cold breeze ruffled her fur, reminding her it was leafbare. Come on, come on. You have to catch this one. It's getting cold. The fresh-kill pile had been growing thinner and thinner each day as they got deeper into leafbare. To her surprise and delight, the mouse moved closer to her, now only a fox length away. She flicked her eyes between her paws and the mouse to judge the distance. Satisfied that she was close enough, she jumped and bit into its neck, killing it instantly.
Picture: i44.tinypic.com/10x7ed0.jpg
