Post by **MidnightBloo** on Jul 26, 2009 19:25:12 GMT -5
Name: Blookit
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fireclan
Age: 4 moons
Appearance: She is a small kitten proably the runt of her litter that she came from. Her legs are long and muscular with hard pads on her paws hinting of her home. Her coat is glossy and her eyes are a sky blue color. Her pelt looks almost blue in any form of light.
Personality: The most energetic bundle of fur you'll ever meet. She could spark up a conversation with a fox if it'd let her. Such a talkative cat yet she is good with secrets and won't take no for an answer. You'd think the lose of her parents would damper her, but she is happy. She doesn't remember her family except her mother's coat was different from the ones she lives with today. Often caught gazing at the mountains like in a trance and enjoys climbing over anything.
IC: Blookit's eyes wandered across the large scaling rocks known as mountains. Soon she snapped from her trance and shook her head furiously. What was wrong with her? Maybe some fresh-kill will help me. She padded happily back into camp, thankfully no warriors caught her out and about away from camp. A joyful hop leaped from her as she saw a juicy mouse at the fresh-kill pile. Gracefully she pounced on it like she had caught it herself. Landing on the mouse, she scattered the fresh-kill pile. Looking around she mumbled, "Oops."
Picture: i31.tinypic.com/2091swk.jpg
Gender: She cat
Clan: Fireclan
Age: 4 moons
Appearance: She is a small kitten proably the runt of her litter that she came from. Her legs are long and muscular with hard pads on her paws hinting of her home. Her coat is glossy and her eyes are a sky blue color. Her pelt looks almost blue in any form of light.
Personality: The most energetic bundle of fur you'll ever meet. She could spark up a conversation with a fox if it'd let her. Such a talkative cat yet she is good with secrets and won't take no for an answer. You'd think the lose of her parents would damper her, but she is happy. She doesn't remember her family except her mother's coat was different from the ones she lives with today. Often caught gazing at the mountains like in a trance and enjoys climbing over anything.
IC: Blookit's eyes wandered across the large scaling rocks known as mountains. Soon she snapped from her trance and shook her head furiously. What was wrong with her? Maybe some fresh-kill will help me. She padded happily back into camp, thankfully no warriors caught her out and about away from camp. A joyful hop leaped from her as she saw a juicy mouse at the fresh-kill pile. Gracefully she pounced on it like she had caught it herself. Landing on the mouse, she scattered the fresh-kill pile. Looking around she mumbled, "Oops."
Picture: i31.tinypic.com/2091swk.jpg
