Post by Dawnwhisker on Jul 23, 2009 19:41:33 GMT -5
Name: Dawnwhisker
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fernclan
Age: 10 moons
Appearance: She is a beautiful golden-brown tabby, with electric lime green eyes flecked with grey. She is thin but muscular, and she keeps her short fur glossy and well-groomed.
Personality: Her life lies within her clan. Ever since she turned her back against StarClan and the wolves killed her sister and mother, Dawnwhisker has sworn to protect FernClan and defend it at all costs. She has a soft, soothing voice that can easily become the loudest yowl on the battle field. She likes to swim, and she especially likes to hunt birds - which she's oddly really good at.
IC: Dawnwhisker could sense the presence of a yellow finch's quick heartbeat a few fox-lengths away and decided to risk it. Not wasting another precious moment, she leaped out of her place in the bushes with all of her ability. Catching the bird by surprise, she easily clamped down on it's frail little body mid-air. Landing, she purred softly, carrying the prey in her strong jaws. She lifted her golden tail up high as she trotted back to camp, eager to share her fresh-kill with the rest of her clan.
Picture: www.freewebs.com/iceclan5/wow.jpg
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fernclan
Age: 10 moons
Appearance: She is a beautiful golden-brown tabby, with electric lime green eyes flecked with grey. She is thin but muscular, and she keeps her short fur glossy and well-groomed.
Personality: Her life lies within her clan. Ever since she turned her back against StarClan and the wolves killed her sister and mother, Dawnwhisker has sworn to protect FernClan and defend it at all costs. She has a soft, soothing voice that can easily become the loudest yowl on the battle field. She likes to swim, and she especially likes to hunt birds - which she's oddly really good at.
IC: Dawnwhisker could sense the presence of a yellow finch's quick heartbeat a few fox-lengths away and decided to risk it. Not wasting another precious moment, she leaped out of her place in the bushes with all of her ability. Catching the bird by surprise, she easily clamped down on it's frail little body mid-air. Landing, she purred softly, carrying the prey in her strong jaws. She lifted her golden tail up high as she trotted back to camp, eager to share her fresh-kill with the rest of her clan.
Picture: www.freewebs.com/iceclan5/wow.jpg
Just tell me the position.