Post by thornclaw on Feb 13, 2006 19:51:25 GMT -5
Name: Ivyheart
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 30 moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Ivyheart is a white-furred feline of small build yet has wiry muscles and lithe paws. Her short snow-colored fur can often be seen blowing on the various moors in WindClan. She has a long tail, as well as pointed ears. Sharp, intelligent dark-green eyes peer out from a cunning muzzle. They say the eyes are the key to your heart; Ivyheart has been named so because of her mysterious green eyes that resemble the thick mats of ivy from her previous home . . .
Personality: Ivyheart is a very caring warrior, though (if uncomfortable) she won't let this side of her nature show. Instead, she'll hide it with sarcasm or jokes. On the other hand, if she is comfortable around others whom she is friendly with or does not view as a threat, Ivyheart can be quite enjoyable as company or helpful when needed. She is active, and does not like to be in one spot (save the campground) for longer than a few moments.
For a reason that she won't tell . . . yet, Ivyheart has a heart which longs for the wide open space of the moor, though being alone upon the expanse of heather-covered land brings a great grief to her soul, which she immediately hides from anyone who knows her well enough to see her hidden sorrow . . .
IC: The wind blew across the moor in a gentle manner, yet it still managed to curl and whip the wind around a certain white cat's pelt. Ivyheart curled up, perched on a rough silver boulder in the heart of the moor - her favorite place to be. She could stay there for hours. To any other cat, she would appear to be searching for prey . . . But those others were mistaken. Ivyheart spent most of her time gazing across her beloved moor, reminiscing about the past. The hated, the grieved, the sorrowful, yet the past with which she was obsessively remembering, trying to change what she knew she couldn't . . . Or could she?
Code: Winter
Clan: WindClan
Position: Warrior
Age: 30 moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Ivyheart is a white-furred feline of small build yet has wiry muscles and lithe paws. Her short snow-colored fur can often be seen blowing on the various moors in WindClan. She has a long tail, as well as pointed ears. Sharp, intelligent dark-green eyes peer out from a cunning muzzle. They say the eyes are the key to your heart; Ivyheart has been named so because of her mysterious green eyes that resemble the thick mats of ivy from her previous home . . .
Personality: Ivyheart is a very caring warrior, though (if uncomfortable) she won't let this side of her nature show. Instead, she'll hide it with sarcasm or jokes. On the other hand, if she is comfortable around others whom she is friendly with or does not view as a threat, Ivyheart can be quite enjoyable as company or helpful when needed. She is active, and does not like to be in one spot (save the campground) for longer than a few moments.
For a reason that she won't tell . . . yet, Ivyheart has a heart which longs for the wide open space of the moor, though being alone upon the expanse of heather-covered land brings a great grief to her soul, which she immediately hides from anyone who knows her well enough to see her hidden sorrow . . .
IC: The wind blew across the moor in a gentle manner, yet it still managed to curl and whip the wind around a certain white cat's pelt. Ivyheart curled up, perched on a rough silver boulder in the heart of the moor - her favorite place to be. She could stay there for hours. To any other cat, she would appear to be searching for prey . . . But those others were mistaken. Ivyheart spent most of her time gazing across her beloved moor, reminiscing about the past. The hated, the grieved, the sorrowful, yet the past with which she was obsessively remembering, trying to change what she knew she couldn't . . . Or could she?
Code: Winter
