Post by Magicheart on May 5, 2007 21:50:10 GMT -5
Name: Magicheart
Age: 18 Moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank:Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Magicheart is black with golden eyes. She has four white feet, white whiskers, a white chest/stomach, and a white streak down her nose. She has one little black spot on each of her four white paws.
Personality: Magicheart has wisdom beyond her moons. Other cats often seek her counsel when they are troubled. Magicheart has a vibrant imagination and loves to dream. She is naturally a romantic and loves nature. She hates that the clans are separated, because she believes that they have a lot to offer one another and can work better as a team. She is known to sometimes bend the rules, though she tries her best to stick to the warrior code. Magicheart is notorious for her odd chirping noises that she makes instead of meowing. She has a wonderful sense of humor and she is very laid back.
History: Magicheart was always running off trying to find exciting hidden places within Windclan, often getting herself stuck in or under something and driving her mentor crazy. She did learn very quickly, however, and Magicheart has always been an adept fighter. As a warrior, she impressed her clan with her innovative battle strategies. Magicheart has always been well loved and trusted within her clan. She does feel lonely a lot, however, because of her interesting array of talents and her creativity. She is looking for someone she can be close to that can respect all the unique abilities that make Magicheart her.
ICC: Magicheart padded out of camp and ran up one of Windclan's low sloping hills. She inhaled a deep breath at the top, the wind ruffling through her fur. She closed her eyes and smiled. Newleaf is finally here! she thought to herself excited. She chirruped in laughter as a black and yellow butterfly fluttered around her head and down the hill towards the newly opening flowers. She gazed at the clouds in the sky and wondered what the other clans were doing at the moment. It is odd how we are all the same and yet so different..... She thought to herself. She tried to imagine what life would be like had she been born in another clan, but it seemed impossible. She sighed and bounded down the gently rolling plains after the butterfly.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat
Age: 18 Moons
Alliance: Windclan
Rank:Warrior
Gender: She-cat
Appearance: Magicheart is black with golden eyes. She has four white feet, white whiskers, a white chest/stomach, and a white streak down her nose. She has one little black spot on each of her four white paws.
Personality: Magicheart has wisdom beyond her moons. Other cats often seek her counsel when they are troubled. Magicheart has a vibrant imagination and loves to dream. She is naturally a romantic and loves nature. She hates that the clans are separated, because she believes that they have a lot to offer one another and can work better as a team. She is known to sometimes bend the rules, though she tries her best to stick to the warrior code. Magicheart is notorious for her odd chirping noises that she makes instead of meowing. She has a wonderful sense of humor and she is very laid back.
History: Magicheart was always running off trying to find exciting hidden places within Windclan, often getting herself stuck in or under something and driving her mentor crazy. She did learn very quickly, however, and Magicheart has always been an adept fighter. As a warrior, she impressed her clan with her innovative battle strategies. Magicheart has always been well loved and trusted within her clan. She does feel lonely a lot, however, because of her interesting array of talents and her creativity. She is looking for someone she can be close to that can respect all the unique abilities that make Magicheart her.
ICC: Magicheart padded out of camp and ran up one of Windclan's low sloping hills. She inhaled a deep breath at the top, the wind ruffling through her fur. She closed her eyes and smiled. Newleaf is finally here! she thought to herself excited. She chirruped in laughter as a black and yellow butterfly fluttered around her head and down the hill towards the newly opening flowers. She gazed at the clouds in the sky and wondered what the other clans were doing at the moment. It is odd how we are all the same and yet so different..... She thought to herself. She tried to imagine what life would be like had she been born in another clan, but it seemed impossible. She sighed and bounded down the gently rolling plains after the butterfly.
Codeword: Mice...a tasty cat treat
