Post by willowfrost on Dec 23, 2005 8:34:20 GMT -5
Name: Willowfrost
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Med. cat if not happy to be Warrior.
Age: 18 moons
Gender:she-cat
Peltage:Willowfrost has a grayish-blue pelt with white paws and tail tip. Her eyes are ice blue. Pelt is littered with light grey markings much like a leopards. Her body is sleek and strong.
Picture: www.cvm.missouri.edu/org/Feline%20Club/images/silver.jpg
Personality: Willowfrost is usually a calm and friendly cat but when she does get angry the most she will do is give you a clip on the ear. She is very motherly and a good friend to all.
IC: Willowfrost pads over to the stream by the training hollow. She bent her head to drink the cool water. She got back up and opened her mouth to scent prey. The soft breeze brought smells of a vole to her and she angled her ears to listen for the tell-tail scuffles. She heard them and located her prey. She Dropped into a hunting crouch, honed to perfection by practice, and stalked to-wards the unsuspecting creature. When she was a foxtail-length away she pounced and landed on top of it. She quickly snapped its neck before it could make a sound and buried it so she could come by when she had finished hunting for her clan and pick it up. Then Willowfrost carried on hunting.
Code: WINTER
Clan: Riverclan
Position: Med. cat if not happy to be Warrior.
Age: 18 moons
Gender:she-cat
Peltage:Willowfrost has a grayish-blue pelt with white paws and tail tip. Her eyes are ice blue. Pelt is littered with light grey markings much like a leopards. Her body is sleek and strong.
Picture: www.cvm.missouri.edu/org/Feline%20Club/images/silver.jpg
Personality: Willowfrost is usually a calm and friendly cat but when she does get angry the most she will do is give you a clip on the ear. She is very motherly and a good friend to all.
IC: Willowfrost pads over to the stream by the training hollow. She bent her head to drink the cool water. She got back up and opened her mouth to scent prey. The soft breeze brought smells of a vole to her and she angled her ears to listen for the tell-tail scuffles. She heard them and located her prey. She Dropped into a hunting crouch, honed to perfection by practice, and stalked to-wards the unsuspecting creature. When she was a foxtail-length away she pounced and landed on top of it. She quickly snapped its neck before it could make a sound and buried it so she could come by when she had finished hunting for her clan and pick it up. Then Willowfrost carried on hunting.
Code: WINTER
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