Post by winterleaf on Jan 3, 2007 14:27:07 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Icemoon
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] 15 moons
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Riverclan
[glow=red,2,300]Rank: [/glow]Warrior
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=red,2,300]Appereance:[/glow] Icemoon is a beautiful tabby she-cat with golden fur and brown stripes in her back. A stripe delicatly passes by her forehead, touching her right ear and joining to her other stripes in her neck. She has bright blue eyes. Her paws and belly are creamy white. Her tail is long and fluffy. She has long legs.
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Icemoon is a born fighter. Behind her appereance of beauty and elegance, a deep and skillfull fighter lies. She’s a vicious hunter, and a tough opponent. But she uses her abilities to help people and protect her clan from danger. She is also very social and likes cats. She loves to explore since she was a kit, and she’s very kind to others.
[glow=red,2,300]History:[/glow] Icemoon’s family came from Rainclan. All her family members had been worthy Rainclan warriors. When Icemoon was a moon old, she proved her courage by sneaking with one hunting patrol and have a fierce and deadly battle with and eagle. After some moments, Icekit came back to Rainclan with the eagle in her mouth. Cats in the clan respected her until that day and she was known for her beauty and fighting moves.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow] Icemoon jumped to the mouse. She bit his neck and tail. The mouse fell to her paws. She lifted it and carried with the rest of her prey. They day had just begun and as always, Icewater was ready for any trouble ahead. Suddenly, her tummy growled. “Oh, oh...” she muttered. She was having so much fun hunting she forgot to have breakfast. She lied down, taking a rabbit from her pile. She ate its fluffy tail and passed her toungue by her lips. But then, she heard something again. It wasn’t her tummy. The sound was vaguely familiar and then... Icewater forgot about the sound. She lifted her head when she felt somene, or something, pecking her shoulder. She stood up quickly and noticed a hawk had arrived. She jumped in the air and bit his wing. He fell to the ground. Icemoon killed him in a heartbeat, and the hawk was hers. She put it in her fresh-kill pile, and continued her breakfast, ears alert for danger.
[glow=red,2,300]Password:[/glow] Join the fight
