Post by Dove on Oct 17, 2009 7:33:34 GMT -5
Name: Dove Feather (Dove)
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Sharpclaw
Appearance:
Dove is a tall she-cat with long legs and a slender body. Her pelt is entirely a rich a chocolate colour, and her fur is sleek and smooth as satin. Her eyes are bright pale yellow and stand out clearly from her dark fur. Her ears are large and very pink inside.
Personality: Dove is a shy, reclusive cat who doesn't like strangers. She has an aggressive nature, and will hiss and snarl at anyone who tries to speak to her. That said, her bark is a lot worse than her bite, and she won't actually fight unless absolutely necessary. She just wants to live out her life in peace and tranquility.
Family: Milky Cloud (mother, deceased), Burning Fire (Brother, deceased), Crow Wing (brother, missing). Father unknown
History: Dove was born to a nervous and flighty she-cat by the name of Milky Cloud. Cloud was a very protective mother, and though she allowed the kits out to play she refused to allow them to mingle with the other cats. An adder bite killed one of the kits when they were four moons, but the others became Softpaws aged 6 moons. Dove taught the Softpaws herself, too afraid to let them meet other cats. Dove and Crow only escaped her when she was accidently killed by an adder. Since then the two have wandered apart and no longer know of each other's whereabouts
Roleplay Sample: ((From another site))
Honour trotted briskly through the forest, trying to warm up in the cool morning breeze. She stopped and sniffed the air hopefully, her soft pale nose quivering as she searched for the scent of another cat. Finding nothing, she sighed in disapointment and resumed her trotting. It had been a moon now since she'd been seperated from her parents, and the young she-cat missed them terribly. She was getting increasingly lonely in her enforced isolation, and being such a social cat she was finding it harder and harder to cope. Only her ever-present optimism stopped her from getting too depressed. She stopped dead as a scent wafted towards her. It wasn't another cat, no, it was somehting far more sinister. With a hiss of fear, Honour looked around for a hiding place. Seeing none, she crouched down and puffed her fur out, trying to appear as big as possible, though as the badger trundled lazily around the corner, she felt her heart sink; she could never look bigger than a dog. She stayed perfectly still as the massive creature came nearer. She closed her eyes as it lowered its nose and winced as she felt its hot breath come in little snorts as the animal sniffed her. Then breathed a sigh of relief as she heared it moving away. She turned to stare at its retreating tail and, heart still racing, got up and sprinted in the other direction.
Other:
Age: 24 moons
Gender: She-cat
Rank: Sharpclaw
Appearance:
Dove is a tall she-cat with long legs and a slender body. Her pelt is entirely a rich a chocolate colour, and her fur is sleek and smooth as satin. Her eyes are bright pale yellow and stand out clearly from her dark fur. Her ears are large and very pink inside.
Personality: Dove is a shy, reclusive cat who doesn't like strangers. She has an aggressive nature, and will hiss and snarl at anyone who tries to speak to her. That said, her bark is a lot worse than her bite, and she won't actually fight unless absolutely necessary. She just wants to live out her life in peace and tranquility.
Family: Milky Cloud (mother, deceased), Burning Fire (Brother, deceased), Crow Wing (brother, missing). Father unknown
History: Dove was born to a nervous and flighty she-cat by the name of Milky Cloud. Cloud was a very protective mother, and though she allowed the kits out to play she refused to allow them to mingle with the other cats. An adder bite killed one of the kits when they were four moons, but the others became Softpaws aged 6 moons. Dove taught the Softpaws herself, too afraid to let them meet other cats. Dove and Crow only escaped her when she was accidently killed by an adder. Since then the two have wandered apart and no longer know of each other's whereabouts
Roleplay Sample: ((From another site))
Honour trotted briskly through the forest, trying to warm up in the cool morning breeze. She stopped and sniffed the air hopefully, her soft pale nose quivering as she searched for the scent of another cat. Finding nothing, she sighed in disapointment and resumed her trotting. It had been a moon now since she'd been seperated from her parents, and the young she-cat missed them terribly. She was getting increasingly lonely in her enforced isolation, and being such a social cat she was finding it harder and harder to cope. Only her ever-present optimism stopped her from getting too depressed. She stopped dead as a scent wafted towards her. It wasn't another cat, no, it was somehting far more sinister. With a hiss of fear, Honour looked around for a hiding place. Seeing none, she crouched down and puffed her fur out, trying to appear as big as possible, though as the badger trundled lazily around the corner, she felt her heart sink; she could never look bigger than a dog. She stayed perfectly still as the massive creature came nearer. She closed her eyes as it lowered its nose and winced as she felt its hot breath come in little snorts as the animal sniffed her. Then breathed a sigh of relief as she heared it moving away. She turned to stare at its retreating tail and, heart still racing, got up and sprinted in the other direction.
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