Post by STREAMY ?! on Feb 17, 2006 17:07:33 GMT -5
Name:
Swirlingheart
Clan:
WindClan
Position:
Warrior, looking for a mate
Age:
12 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage:
A shockingly beautiful gray cat with black stripes. Swirlingheart has a little dark gray swirl on her chest, which represents her name. She also has shining, glowing green eyes.
Picture:www.aipress.com/stock/54537Pangburn/54537.CAT02graycat.jpg
Personality:
Swirlingheart is kind to her loved ones like her friends, and especially kits. She is, though, ferocious in battle. She loves to hunt and serve her Clan.
IC:Swirlingheart pelted through the moor. She listened for a rabbit, but she heard nothing. It was quiet. Her eyes scanned the horizon as she looked around, her ears swiveling for any sounds of prey. Suddenly she heard a bump bump bump. It was a rabbit pounding its foot on the ground. A second later she saw it, but it had seen her first. It ran away, but she slank towards the warren and flattened herself. The next rabbit to run out was huge-- and dead with one swipe of Swirlingheart's claws and a swift bite on the neck. She lugged it back to camp and dropped it on the fresh-kill pile.
Code:
winter
Swirlingheart
Clan:
WindClan
Position:
Warrior, looking for a mate
Age:
12 moons
Gender: she-cat
Peltage:
A shockingly beautiful gray cat with black stripes. Swirlingheart has a little dark gray swirl on her chest, which represents her name. She also has shining, glowing green eyes.
Picture:www.aipress.com/stock/54537Pangburn/54537.CAT02graycat.jpg
Personality:
Swirlingheart is kind to her loved ones like her friends, and especially kits. She is, though, ferocious in battle. She loves to hunt and serve her Clan.
IC:Swirlingheart pelted through the moor. She listened for a rabbit, but she heard nothing. It was quiet. Her eyes scanned the horizon as she looked around, her ears swiveling for any sounds of prey. Suddenly she heard a bump bump bump. It was a rabbit pounding its foot on the ground. A second later she saw it, but it had seen her first. It ran away, but she slank towards the warren and flattened herself. The next rabbit to run out was huge-- and dead with one swipe of Swirlingheart's claws and a swift bite on the neck. She lugged it back to camp and dropped it on the fresh-kill pile.
Code:
winter
