Post by Deleted on Dec 4, 2012 16:30:15 GMT -5
Name: Silentpaw
Age: 23 moons
Hopeful place: StormClan or DuskClan
Gender: She-cat
Description: She is a grey tabby cat, though her pelt is dull. She has a little spot of white on the tip of her tail. Her eyes are an illusive green.
Picture: oi46.tinypic.com/5w9jqt.jpg
Personality: She is fierce. Some think she is evil. But she is really only misunderstood. This cat could tear apart any creature without even trying. She was attacked many times when she was young but now it is almost impossible to even leave a mark on her. She hates being ignored, though she usually is so she spends more time alone.....to sit and think about what others have done to her. She has scars on her heart that can never be healed. (Keep in mind she is not technically evil, she just has a bad temper)
Example: She sat alone and stared at the bright moon. The moon was her only friend. She felt it protected her and guided her down the right path. She got up and padded along the forest. Sticks and leaves crunched under her paws. She found a rabbit carcass. She began to tear away at the fresh meat, ready to bring any near-by animals to a painful death. Unless it was one of her clan mates, who she always protected to the best of her ability. She finished up and started to walk again. Light reflected off of her pelt. As she walked she thought of her parents.....and how her brother killed them.....She looked up at the moon again. "Look what you did to me....I'll get you for this someday Shadowscar. I'll get you!" She hissed and spat at the ground and she tried to clear it out of her mind. She continued on. She found a den that must have belonged to a fox, but not anymore. Now that it was leaf-bare and the weather was cold, she spent a lot of time inside of it. She padded in. She was much more calm in here.....because it was silent. She sighed and began licking the rabbit blood off of her paws. She stopped for a moment and growled. She dug her claws into the ground. "God help you when I find you!"
Age: 23 moons
Hopeful place: StormClan or DuskClan
Gender: She-cat
Description: She is a grey tabby cat, though her pelt is dull. She has a little spot of white on the tip of her tail. Her eyes are an illusive green.
Picture: oi46.tinypic.com/5w9jqt.jpg
Personality: She is fierce. Some think she is evil. But she is really only misunderstood. This cat could tear apart any creature without even trying. She was attacked many times when she was young but now it is almost impossible to even leave a mark on her. She hates being ignored, though she usually is so she spends more time alone.....to sit and think about what others have done to her. She has scars on her heart that can never be healed. (Keep in mind she is not technically evil, she just has a bad temper)
Example: She sat alone and stared at the bright moon. The moon was her only friend. She felt it protected her and guided her down the right path. She got up and padded along the forest. Sticks and leaves crunched under her paws. She found a rabbit carcass. She began to tear away at the fresh meat, ready to bring any near-by animals to a painful death. Unless it was one of her clan mates, who she always protected to the best of her ability. She finished up and started to walk again. Light reflected off of her pelt. As she walked she thought of her parents.....and how her brother killed them.....She looked up at the moon again. "Look what you did to me....I'll get you for this someday Shadowscar. I'll get you!" She hissed and spat at the ground and she tried to clear it out of her mind. She continued on. She found a den that must have belonged to a fox, but not anymore. Now that it was leaf-bare and the weather was cold, she spent a lot of time inside of it. She padded in. She was much more calm in here.....because it was silent. She sighed and began licking the rabbit blood off of her paws. She stopped for a moment and growled. She dug her claws into the ground. "God help you when I find you!"