Post by //Ginger\\ on Oct 13, 2009 18:10:34 GMT -5
Name: Gingered Tail, but most cats just call her Ginger
Age: 8 moons
Gender: female
Rank: softclaw
Appearance: Ginger is a pretty light orange she cat with very pale green eyes and medium paws. Her pads are pink and soft, making jumping for her hard. She is medium build, but her tail is long compared to other cats.
Personality: She is well liked and popular due to the fact that she is friendly to everyone, and great hunter and fighter. Ginger loves to hunt, but hates to kill. Though, like most cats she has a bad side. Every once in a while she will wake up in a terrible mood. Despite her kindness the rest of the time she had a temper and it would do you good to stay away when she's angry!
Family: Her mother, Fallen Rain (Rain) is still living, but her father Sharp Thorn is dead. Ginger has one, undersized sister named Fallen Mist (After their mother, but they call her Misty)
History: Ginger has had a uneventful life. She was born, and when she was only a few moons old snuck out of camp. Her sister tried to convince her to stay, but did not succeed. After she became an softclaw it was soon obvious how different she and her sister were. Misty would shy away at the thought of anything hard, or dangerous while Ginger would rush right into things with an open mind. But despite her curiosity she was smart, brave,and talented. Sadly after a couple moons her father Thorn died, but Ginger got over it pretty fast.
Roleplay Sample: "why?"Moons father slowly moved his head around. His eyes were squinting and red. He was merciless - he was a killer. He was cunning. He could act. "Why?" His father echoed. "Haven't you guessed? Or have you never really looked at your own father? If so, look now Moon. And look hard" Moon growled but found that hurt his throat. Moon looked over every single part of his father.
his father had damp fur that stuck up in spikes. His father had fangs that were bared at him in - mockery? His father's eyes were brown - something he had never bothered to notice - and has a red glint around him. His was one that no one would mess with.
Moon gasped, not caring that the simple move sent spikes of pain through his thought. Then his father grinned - again. "Yes Moon" Then his father jumped on him, pinning him down, with claws drawing blood in his chest and lower legs. "I killed your sister. I'll kill your mate. And I'll kill you! With no mercy. With glory. You are my trophies!" Moon's eyes widened.
Other:nope xD
Age: 8 moons
Gender: female
Rank: softclaw
Appearance: Ginger is a pretty light orange she cat with very pale green eyes and medium paws. Her pads are pink and soft, making jumping for her hard. She is medium build, but her tail is long compared to other cats.
Personality: She is well liked and popular due to the fact that she is friendly to everyone, and great hunter and fighter. Ginger loves to hunt, but hates to kill. Though, like most cats she has a bad side. Every once in a while she will wake up in a terrible mood. Despite her kindness the rest of the time she had a temper and it would do you good to stay away when she's angry!
Family: Her mother, Fallen Rain (Rain) is still living, but her father Sharp Thorn is dead. Ginger has one, undersized sister named Fallen Mist (After their mother, but they call her Misty)
History: Ginger has had a uneventful life. She was born, and when she was only a few moons old snuck out of camp. Her sister tried to convince her to stay, but did not succeed. After she became an softclaw it was soon obvious how different she and her sister were. Misty would shy away at the thought of anything hard, or dangerous while Ginger would rush right into things with an open mind. But despite her curiosity she was smart, brave,and talented. Sadly after a couple moons her father Thorn died, but Ginger got over it pretty fast.
Roleplay Sample: "why?"Moons father slowly moved his head around. His eyes were squinting and red. He was merciless - he was a killer. He was cunning. He could act. "Why?" His father echoed. "Haven't you guessed? Or have you never really looked at your own father? If so, look now Moon. And look hard" Moon growled but found that hurt his throat. Moon looked over every single part of his father.
his father had damp fur that stuck up in spikes. His father had fangs that were bared at him in - mockery? His father's eyes were brown - something he had never bothered to notice - and has a red glint around him. His was one that no one would mess with.
Moon gasped, not caring that the simple move sent spikes of pain through his thought. Then his father grinned - again. "Yes Moon" Then his father jumped on him, pinning him down, with claws drawing blood in his chest and lower legs. "I killed your sister. I'll kill your mate. And I'll kill you! With no mercy. With glory. You are my trophies!" Moon's eyes widened.
Other:nope xD