Post by onyxdream on Jun 20, 2006 13:20:38 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Cursed[/glow]
Borealwing
[glow=green,2,300]Home[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Placement[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Running for[/glow]
20 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Born a[/glow]
Female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage[/glow]
My pelt is that of a tortoiseshell, it has a lot of grey in it, and also has some reddish brown and white.
[glow=green,2,300]Looks[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Actions[/glow]
Borealwing can be rather reclusive, and withdrawn. Her heart is pure, she is extremely kind, she loves kits and hopes to one day have some of her own. She will sometimes flirt back if a male cat begins to flirt with her, but she hardly ever starts to flirt with them. She is one of the fiercest fighters, and the most cunning hunters. She loves the stars, and belives in starclan. She hopes to get an apprentice someday soon, but doesn't know if it will happen.
[glow=green,2,300]Roleplay[/glow]
Twilight clung to all things light in color, refusing to release it's grey hold on the lands. A few small stars hung in the grey hued sky, twinkling like diamonds. A warm breeze swept the moors, causing the grass to sway like waves in an emerald ocean. A tortoishell femora sat poised in the tall swaying grass, her ears were pricked and alert, but her persona told that she was only half way in this world right now. She was having what she called a Living Dream, or in other words a dream when your not sleeping. In her dream there was a cat, a white cat with ginger spots. The white and ginger cat's voice was like silk, flowing through the wind. This white cat was Borealwings mother, whom had been murdered while trying to save the young Borealwing. The white cat suddenly wheeled around and with a screeching yowl began to run, a crimson cat was pursuing her. This crimson cat, was the exact same feline that had murdered Borealwing's mother. Borealwing tried to run after the crimson cat, but found herself to be stuck where she was. No! she cried, but the scarlet cat lept onto her mother and tore her throat open. Borealwing pulled herself out of the dream, she had this nightmare a lot...she had never gotten used to it...
[glow=green,2,300]Secret[/glow]
Spring
Borealwing
[glow=green,2,300]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]
20 moons
[glow=green,2,300]
Female
[glow=green,2,300]
My pelt is that of a tortoiseshell, it has a lot of grey in it, and also has some reddish brown and white.
[glow=green,2,300]
[glow=green,2,300]
Borealwing can be rather reclusive, and withdrawn. Her heart is pure, she is extremely kind, she loves kits and hopes to one day have some of her own. She will sometimes flirt back if a male cat begins to flirt with her, but she hardly ever starts to flirt with them. She is one of the fiercest fighters, and the most cunning hunters. She loves the stars, and belives in starclan. She hopes to get an apprentice someday soon, but doesn't know if it will happen.
[glow=green,2,300]
Twilight clung to all things light in color, refusing to release it's grey hold on the lands. A few small stars hung in the grey hued sky, twinkling like diamonds. A warm breeze swept the moors, causing the grass to sway like waves in an emerald ocean. A tortoishell femora sat poised in the tall swaying grass, her ears were pricked and alert, but her persona told that she was only half way in this world right now. She was having what she called a Living Dream, or in other words a dream when your not sleeping. In her dream there was a cat, a white cat with ginger spots. The white and ginger cat's voice was like silk, flowing through the wind. This white cat was Borealwings mother, whom had been murdered while trying to save the young Borealwing. The white cat suddenly wheeled around and with a screeching yowl began to run, a crimson cat was pursuing her. This crimson cat, was the exact same feline that had murdered Borealwing's mother. Borealwing tried to run after the crimson cat, but found herself to be stuck where she was. No! she cried, but the scarlet cat lept onto her mother and tore her throat open. Borealwing pulled herself out of the dream, she had this nightmare a lot...she had never gotten used to it...
[glow=green,2,300]
Spring
