Post by tawny on Apr 29, 2006 22:59:33 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Ghostpaw
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RogueClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Ghostpaw has a gorgeous, kit-like face that portays a lie of innocence and sweetness, two traits that seemed to have sunk into her black hole of a heart. Her fur a beautiful, mystifying color; an auburn hue darker on the ears, flank, and shoulders and paling out to a light peach on her chest, stomach and paws. Although her soft fur lays flat and smooth along her lithe body, Ghostpaw's tail is extremely poofy and always fluffed up in irritation. Her lips and a little of the muzzle surrounding them are stark white, her amber eyes as large as a full moon.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Ghostpaw is the perfect predator, in the sense that she is beautiful yet conniving and ruthless. She is extremely ambitious and merciless when it comes to enemies, yet considerable enough to her own clanmates. Ghostpaw has a sharp tongue and even sharper claws, usually found smart-mouthing another apprentice or even a warrior. She is inconsiderate and blind to the feelings of others, throwing around insults or uneventful remarks about others that may hurt them. This is never her intention with those she is friendly with, though, because unfortunatly the fiery she-cat was plagued with a dark sense of humor.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Shadows filtered through the trees, seeping light swallowed up within them before it could hit the forest floor. Ghostpaw moved exactly like a ghost; quick, swiftly, silently. The young she-cat practiced her mind in making sure that her pawsteps were light and only barely skimmed the grass beneath them; she was sure if the evening patrol knew she had snuck off for a few minutes, the lead would not be too pleased with her. The last thing she needed was another reprimand, something she seemed to be recieving a whole heck of a lot more than she used to.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] RogueClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Apprentice
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] Six moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Ghostpaw has a gorgeous, kit-like face that portays a lie of innocence and sweetness, two traits that seemed to have sunk into her black hole of a heart. Her fur a beautiful, mystifying color; an auburn hue darker on the ears, flank, and shoulders and paling out to a light peach on her chest, stomach and paws. Although her soft fur lays flat and smooth along her lithe body, Ghostpaw's tail is extremely poofy and always fluffed up in irritation. Her lips and a little of the muzzle surrounding them are stark white, her amber eyes as large as a full moon.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Ghostpaw is the perfect predator, in the sense that she is beautiful yet conniving and ruthless. She is extremely ambitious and merciless when it comes to enemies, yet considerable enough to her own clanmates. Ghostpaw has a sharp tongue and even sharper claws, usually found smart-mouthing another apprentice or even a warrior. She is inconsiderate and blind to the feelings of others, throwing around insults or uneventful remarks about others that may hurt them. This is never her intention with those she is friendly with, though, because unfortunatly the fiery she-cat was plagued with a dark sense of humor.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Shadows filtered through the trees, seeping light swallowed up within them before it could hit the forest floor. Ghostpaw moved exactly like a ghost; quick, swiftly, silently. The young she-cat practiced her mind in making sure that her pawsteps were light and only barely skimmed the grass beneath them; she was sure if the evening patrol knew she had snuck off for a few minutes, the lead would not be too pleased with her. The last thing she needed was another reprimand, something she seemed to be recieving a whole heck of a lot more than she used to.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING
