Post by embers on Feb 17, 2006 9:16:46 GMT -5
[glow=blue,2,300]Name:[/glow] Emberstorm
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Emberstorms pelt is painted with many colors; orange, white, tan and black. They mix together to create a firey look. That is where she got her name. Her eyes a the palest blue, the look like just one drop of dew hanging off of a peice of grass. A scar runs across her left flank from battle and her right ear is badly torn. Her body is agile and lithe, making it easy for her to slip through the forests undergrowth.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] She is a sweet young cat but doesn't show what is really going on inside her head. She's very good at hiding her feelings. She doesn't like fights, but she is a nasty opponent in battle. Her firey like pelt matches her temper. It rages up any time and it sometimes is just for something small. It gets big too sometimes it chases her out of camp for a bit just to be alone.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Emberstorm crashed through the forest. Her eyes were ablaze. What was Crowfoot thinking? Her paws crunched down small shrubs as snow swirled infront of her face. Her paws sunk through the whiteness with each step, leaving a very noticable path behind her. Her pelt seemed to glow against the paleness of everything else. She was like one spark in a sea of calm nothingness. Her ears swiveled as she heard a twirp in a tree. This was the first bird she had heard since the blizzard had started! She quickly changed modes from angry to huntress. She found the bird nestled on a branch close to the trunk of the tree. Its feathers were fluffed up to keep it warm against the roaring winds. A smile curled on Emberstorms face as she came towards the tree. The bird still hadn't noticed her stealthily sneaking forward when she came to the bottom of the tree. Her eyes gleamed. This meant freshkill for the queens, kits and elders. In a flash she darted up the trunk and towards the small bird. It cried out and was just off the branch when Emberstorm flung out a paw with her claws extended. The bird was hooked on the wing. Emberstorm brought it close and chomped down on the little birds neck. Her mouth wattered and she desperatly wanted to eat it. She ignored the growling of her stomach though, this was for the clan.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Winter
[glow=blue,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=blue,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=blue,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 moons
[glow=blue,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=blue,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Emberstorms pelt is painted with many colors; orange, white, tan and black. They mix together to create a firey look. That is where she got her name. Her eyes a the palest blue, the look like just one drop of dew hanging off of a peice of grass. A scar runs across her left flank from battle and her right ear is badly torn. Her body is agile and lithe, making it easy for her to slip through the forests undergrowth.
[glow=blue,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=blue,2,300]Personality:[/glow] She is a sweet young cat but doesn't show what is really going on inside her head. She's very good at hiding her feelings. She doesn't like fights, but she is a nasty opponent in battle. Her firey like pelt matches her temper. It rages up any time and it sometimes is just for something small. It gets big too sometimes it chases her out of camp for a bit just to be alone.
[glow=blue,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Emberstorm crashed through the forest. Her eyes were ablaze. What was Crowfoot thinking? Her paws crunched down small shrubs as snow swirled infront of her face. Her paws sunk through the whiteness with each step, leaving a very noticable path behind her. Her pelt seemed to glow against the paleness of everything else. She was like one spark in a sea of calm nothingness. Her ears swiveled as she heard a twirp in a tree. This was the first bird she had heard since the blizzard had started! She quickly changed modes from angry to huntress. She found the bird nestled on a branch close to the trunk of the tree. Its feathers were fluffed up to keep it warm against the roaring winds. A smile curled on Emberstorms face as she came towards the tree. The bird still hadn't noticed her stealthily sneaking forward when she came to the bottom of the tree. Her eyes gleamed. This meant freshkill for the queens, kits and elders. In a flash she darted up the trunk and towards the small bird. It cried out and was just off the branch when Emberstorm flung out a paw with her claws extended. The bird was hooked on the wing. Emberstorm brought it close and chomped down on the little birds neck. Her mouth wattered and she desperatly wanted to eat it. She ignored the growling of her stomach though, this was for the clan.
[glow=blue,2,300]Code:[/glow] Winter
