Post by coddle the infectionxxx on Jun 25, 2006 11:09:37 GMT -5
-twitches- SHES SO COOL I COULDN'T HELO MYSELF!
Name: Murderpaw
Age: 9 moons?
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Riverclan
Description: She is a sleek black cat with amber eyes. She is slender, with a slight body frame. She is small, and her eyes are calm. With her shady disposition, and questionable past, she is not trusted by many. She is sarcastic and cold, and does not make friends. She is particularly manipulative, and her clever mind is quick at scheming. She lies so well, it’s eerie, and breaks laws and rules without blinking. She is an excellent hunter, and superb tracker, and an admirable fighter. Her way with words is good, and she often twists what others say to fit her purposes. She is ironically polite, and she still has traits from her past as a rogue. She has long claws which she uses, along with her pointed, lynx-like teeth to ‘convince’ others to do what she wants. Her sleek black pelt represents her sly, cunning nature, as it blends her in with shadows. Her reflexes are lightening speed, and her voice is like chilled ice. Her finely bult face is delicate, and beautiful, and her eyes betray nothing of what goes on in her clever mind.
In Character: A sleek black she-cat walked along the bank. Her small paws made nary a sound as she stepped lightly over the foliage. She was technically on a hunting patrol, but she had some business to take care of first. She paused on the border between Riverclan and the loner lands, and slipped across. With her devious mind, she had made sure that no cat was coming this way for a while. She looked about, scouting for what she needed. Finally she spotted what she was looking for, and a slightly malicious smile spread across her beautiful face. She daintily picked the sprig of plant with the most of those ripe, scarlet berries, making sure none of the yew touched her mouth. She padded back quickly, and gave a small, smug smile at the fact that she hadn’t been caught. Then she depositetd the berries on the ground, burying them each. Come the end of the summer, a deathberries bush would be conveniently positioned on the territory. She didn’t want to risk getting caught.
Code Word: Spring
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Name: Murderpaw
Age: 9 moons?
Rank: Apprentice
Clan: Riverclan
Description: She is a sleek black cat with amber eyes. She is slender, with a slight body frame. She is small, and her eyes are calm. With her shady disposition, and questionable past, she is not trusted by many. She is sarcastic and cold, and does not make friends. She is particularly manipulative, and her clever mind is quick at scheming. She lies so well, it’s eerie, and breaks laws and rules without blinking. She is an excellent hunter, and superb tracker, and an admirable fighter. Her way with words is good, and she often twists what others say to fit her purposes. She is ironically polite, and she still has traits from her past as a rogue. She has long claws which she uses, along with her pointed, lynx-like teeth to ‘convince’ others to do what she wants. Her sleek black pelt represents her sly, cunning nature, as it blends her in with shadows. Her reflexes are lightening speed, and her voice is like chilled ice. Her finely bult face is delicate, and beautiful, and her eyes betray nothing of what goes on in her clever mind.
In Character: A sleek black she-cat walked along the bank. Her small paws made nary a sound as she stepped lightly over the foliage. She was technically on a hunting patrol, but she had some business to take care of first. She paused on the border between Riverclan and the loner lands, and slipped across. With her devious mind, she had made sure that no cat was coming this way for a while. She looked about, scouting for what she needed. Finally she spotted what she was looking for, and a slightly malicious smile spread across her beautiful face. She daintily picked the sprig of plant with the most of those ripe, scarlet berries, making sure none of the yew touched her mouth. She padded back quickly, and gave a small, smug smile at the fact that she hadn’t been caught. Then she depositetd the berries on the ground, burying them each. Come the end of the summer, a deathberries bush would be conveniently positioned on the territory. She didn’t want to risk getting caught.
Code Word: Spring
