Post by fallen on Apr 27, 2006 20:24:51 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Fallenpaw.
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan.
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice.
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Named for her inability to keep her balance, Fallen is not the most graceful of felines yet she possesses breakneck speed and agility in battle. Other than the strength in her hind legs, Fallenpaw is fragile and slight with a lithe torso and a long slender tail. Her fraility and lack of muscles suggest weakness on first glance. The apprentice's pelt is soft and well-kempt; a dusky brown base tinged with silver and alloyed with dark tabby stripes that slice across her flank. The hairs along her underbelly and chest are delicate and fine, an ivory color as is her paws, muzzle and a spot shaped like a V sliding down the bridge of her nose. Despite her otherwise average appearance, the kit's uniqueness lays within her eyes, the dark-based irises resembling that of a painted canvass with intriguing blends of sapphire and green.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] i3.tinypic.com/wl6nmo.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Fallenpaw is generally amiable unless you give her a good enough reason to dislike you. When her temper is provoked, she can easily become quite the irritable little she-devil and snap at others for no apparent reason. She is eager to please, always trying to impress her mentor or leader by going the extra mile, whether it be in battle or on a simple hunting patrol. Very prone to talking, Fallenpaw speaks her mind freely and won’t hesitate to take action if something sparks her temper. She is a devious planner and not one too mess with, determined to do whatever she thinks is right. Even if it means turning her back on the warrior code.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The shadows were smothering, shrouding the she-cat’s eyes with a veil of blackness that seemed to seep like vapor through her eyes lids. Normally Fallenpaw would not be out so late, but she had lost track of time during her hunt as the sun dipped into the horizon. The sky became hidden behind a translucent cloak of gray clouds, ones that held promise of storm, the air heavy with rain scent. Picking up her pace, Fallenpaw shot like lightening toward the camp, her tabby pelt barely a smudge against the dying moonlight as she sifted inbetween the silhouettes of the forest.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan.
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice.
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Named for her inability to keep her balance, Fallen is not the most graceful of felines yet she possesses breakneck speed and agility in battle. Other than the strength in her hind legs, Fallenpaw is fragile and slight with a lithe torso and a long slender tail. Her fraility and lack of muscles suggest weakness on first glance. The apprentice's pelt is soft and well-kempt; a dusky brown base tinged with silver and alloyed with dark tabby stripes that slice across her flank. The hairs along her underbelly and chest are delicate and fine, an ivory color as is her paws, muzzle and a spot shaped like a V sliding down the bridge of her nose. Despite her otherwise average appearance, the kit's uniqueness lays within her eyes, the dark-based irises resembling that of a painted canvass with intriguing blends of sapphire and green.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow] i3.tinypic.com/wl6nmo.jpg
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Fallenpaw is generally amiable unless you give her a good enough reason to dislike you. When her temper is provoked, she can easily become quite the irritable little she-devil and snap at others for no apparent reason. She is eager to please, always trying to impress her mentor or leader by going the extra mile, whether it be in battle or on a simple hunting patrol. Very prone to talking, Fallenpaw speaks her mind freely and won’t hesitate to take action if something sparks her temper. She is a devious planner and not one too mess with, determined to do whatever she thinks is right. Even if it means turning her back on the warrior code.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The shadows were smothering, shrouding the she-cat’s eyes with a veil of blackness that seemed to seep like vapor through her eyes lids. Normally Fallenpaw would not be out so late, but she had lost track of time during her hunt as the sun dipped into the horizon. The sky became hidden behind a translucent cloak of gray clouds, ones that held promise of storm, the air heavy with rain scent. Picking up her pace, Fallenpaw shot like lightening toward the camp, her tabby pelt barely a smudge against the dying moonlight as she sifted inbetween the silhouettes of the forest.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
