Post by thornclaw on Feb 8, 2006 20:56:10 GMT -5
Name: Dream
Position: Kittypet
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Female
Peltage: Dream has a basic coat of a varying snow-white to a very light brown, which is dominant mainly on her back. Her fur is as long as a Ragdoll's (due to the fact that she is mostly of this breed), which is around three to four inches. Her tail is long and grey; dark grey ears contain little tufts of thin and wispy white hair which often flutter in the wind or when Dream has her ears perked.
One of the more 'striking' features about Dream is her muzzle - it is extremely flat, and almost 'vertical.' However, whatever beauty is lost in her flat face is made up for in her eyes, which vary from a swirling blue and green to a dark sapphire (depending on the light and her moods). Large paws end her short yet useful limbs.
Personality: Dream is generally curious about everything. She has heard of the great Clan cats several times. Being gulible, she has believed every word of it (to the mockery of other kittypets) and is fascinated with the idea of there being a group of feral cats in the wild which defend and provide independently for themselves. Like previous kittypets, Dream is not quite adapt to fighting (though she is quite powerful, if only she would attempt to battle).
Despite her skills in fighting, Dream is a caring individual, though she may rub off as 'tough' when she is afraid and trying to defend herself.
IC: The shadows grew as the silhouette of a sapling rose and fell with the turbulent winds. Though the constant thunder and pounding rain was enough to humble even the most prideful warrior, one defiant feline could be observed. It huddled there, crouching beneath an old and weathered oak tree. Once in a while, during the more violent parts of the squall, the tom-cat would yowl loudly, hoping any of the Clan could hear him - though the thunder was certainly deafening and drowned out anything the tom had to convey. Yet all the while the cat crouched there, its suspicious emerald eyes gazed out across the meadow . . . As if it were searching.
(From a different post because I'm too lazy to post a new one)
Code: Winter
Position: Kittypet
Age: 9 moons
Gender: Female
Peltage: Dream has a basic coat of a varying snow-white to a very light brown, which is dominant mainly on her back. Her fur is as long as a Ragdoll's (due to the fact that she is mostly of this breed), which is around three to four inches. Her tail is long and grey; dark grey ears contain little tufts of thin and wispy white hair which often flutter in the wind or when Dream has her ears perked.
One of the more 'striking' features about Dream is her muzzle - it is extremely flat, and almost 'vertical.' However, whatever beauty is lost in her flat face is made up for in her eyes, which vary from a swirling blue and green to a dark sapphire (depending on the light and her moods). Large paws end her short yet useful limbs.
Personality: Dream is generally curious about everything. She has heard of the great Clan cats several times. Being gulible, she has believed every word of it (to the mockery of other kittypets) and is fascinated with the idea of there being a group of feral cats in the wild which defend and provide independently for themselves. Like previous kittypets, Dream is not quite adapt to fighting (though she is quite powerful, if only she would attempt to battle).
Despite her skills in fighting, Dream is a caring individual, though she may rub off as 'tough' when she is afraid and trying to defend herself.
IC: The shadows grew as the silhouette of a sapling rose and fell with the turbulent winds. Though the constant thunder and pounding rain was enough to humble even the most prideful warrior, one defiant feline could be observed. It huddled there, crouching beneath an old and weathered oak tree. Once in a while, during the more violent parts of the squall, the tom-cat would yowl loudly, hoping any of the Clan could hear him - though the thunder was certainly deafening and drowned out anything the tom had to convey. Yet all the while the cat crouched there, its suspicious emerald eyes gazed out across the meadow . . . As if it were searching.
(From a different post because I'm too lazy to post a new one)
Code: Winter
