Post by bonefeather on Sept 11, 2009 19:49:47 GMT -5
Name: Bonefeather
Age: 38 moons
Alliance: Rouge
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:
Age: 38 moons
Alliance: Rouge
Rank: Warrior
Gender: She-Cat
Appearence:
Bonefeather is a small, lithe, jet black she-cat. Her eyes are peircing yellow, and she's missing the claws on her front paws. She has several scars running along her shoulders and flank, and one of her ears is a bit ragged. Her tail is unusually long and slightly fluffy.Personality:
Picture: (this is general, sans scars) i250.photobucket.com/albums/gg241/just-b-cos/Black_cat.jpg
Bonefeather is quiet and subdued, keeping to herself and avoiding contact with other cats as much as possible. She is an obsessive groomer, and can sometimes even be caught grooming a mouse or rabbit before she eats it! She is kind and polite when confronted, but can be firece when defending herself. She doesn't let other cat's walk on her, but she chooses her battles wisely.History:
Bonefeather grew up in shadowclan, and was apprenticed at six moons old, like any other cat. When she recieved her warrior name, she was all too eager to go into battle, but her very first fight scarred her excessively. Finding she had no taste for blood, and did not want any part of clan life, she left. She has been living on the borderlands of shadowclan for many moons now, keeping well away from the other clans and the other clan's squabbles.Roleplay Example:
Bonefeather stalked through the tall pine trees of shadowclan's outter territory. Not far ahead, a vole nibbled a crum of food, un-aware of his impending doom. Bonefeather was quite surprised how dumb these tiny creature could be, but was none-the-less grateful for their exsistance. She held all her weight up on her haunches, padding quietly forward until she was not a tail-length from her prey. Bunching her muscles, she sprung, landing sqarely on the frightened rodent. With a quick bite to the neck, the vole stopped struggling and Bonefeather held her prey up triumphantly. She walked a few paces and dropped the vole on the ground, covered it with a few pine needles, and continued with her hunting.Code Word: walk with starclan