Post by stardapple on Aug 17, 2009 15:24:14 GMT -5
Name: Moonpaw
Gender: She cat
Clan: Darkclan
Age: 7 moons
Appearance: Moonpaw is a slender silver/ grey she-cat with brilliant bright blue eyes that constantly rove her sorroundings. The tips of her ears and tails are black as well as her paws. Her coat is kept meticuously groomed and shiny.Her tail is slightly crooked due to an accident when she was a kit.
Personality: Moonpaw is bitter and arrogant on the outside, but within she is shy and quiet. She is slightly arrogant, showing complete dislike for kittypets and rogues. She enjoys ruinning and hunting, where she can be at peace with herself and the territory. She hates anything to do with water and stays as far as she can away from it.
IC: Moonpaw stood at her post by the camp entance, standing watch over the moonlit scenery. A roll of thunder sounded in the distance, sending a shiver down her spine and the hair on her neck to rise. She bristled as the rain began to fall, falling in soft plops on teh sunbeated ground and left dark wet patches on her fur. As it began to fall faster and she became soaked, she abandoned her post and ran back into the camp, in a despirite bid for shelter, knowing that she will be punished in the morning.
Picture: None
Gender: She cat
Clan: Darkclan
Age: 7 moons
Appearance: Moonpaw is a slender silver/ grey she-cat with brilliant bright blue eyes that constantly rove her sorroundings. The tips of her ears and tails are black as well as her paws. Her coat is kept meticuously groomed and shiny.Her tail is slightly crooked due to an accident when she was a kit.
Personality: Moonpaw is bitter and arrogant on the outside, but within she is shy and quiet. She is slightly arrogant, showing complete dislike for kittypets and rogues. She enjoys ruinning and hunting, where she can be at peace with herself and the territory. She hates anything to do with water and stays as far as she can away from it.
IC: Moonpaw stood at her post by the camp entance, standing watch over the moonlit scenery. A roll of thunder sounded in the distance, sending a shiver down her spine and the hair on her neck to rise. She bristled as the rain began to fall, falling in soft plops on teh sunbeated ground and left dark wet patches on her fur. As it began to fall faster and she became soaked, she abandoned her post and ran back into the camp, in a despirite bid for shelter, knowing that she will be punished in the morning.
Picture: None
