Post by terrapaw on Jun 26, 2006 11:43:53 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Karma
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
RogueClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
21 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Karma is a massively muscular she-cat. Her fur is short and patchy, pure black, with gleaming bright green eyes, faintly shining with a demonic-sort of glow. On her right front leg, a huge, jagged scar runs down, from her shoulder to her jet-colored paw. Her tail isn't bushy, but thin, and her voice is strangely calm, and never betrays what she's feeling. Her eyes usually spark with life when she's angry or frustrated, or when she's enjoying something, but usually, it's hard to tell what she's feeling.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
None.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Karma is emotionless, un-sympathetic, and ruthlessly cruel. She's killed many, and considers it a pleasure to see others suffer for her wrong-doings. Or, in those green-fire eyes, adequate doings. Karma hates kits, unless they're training to become like her. She despises happy, peppy cats, or cats who aren't afraid of her.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Karma's pawsteps were like a butterfly's whispers, unheard by all but her. Her narrowed green eyes glitsened like flame, her ears flicked and her tail tip twitched.
Kits! Disgusting little kits, tumbling around and laughing joyously. Karma's fur rose in dismay, and her long, hooked, red-stained claws dug into the rain-softened earth.
The second she let out that soft growl, the kit's soft, pathetically small ears twitched, and they turned to her with large, innocent kit-blue eyes.
The scrambled away with mews and cries, but Karma was much, much faster. Her scarred, midnight-colored body flew at the scraps of fur, and the kittens' screams were echoing across the valley's walls. Karma smirked, blood dripping from her muzzle and pooling around her paws on the ground.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring[/color]
Karma
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
RogueClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
21 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Karma is a massively muscular she-cat. Her fur is short and patchy, pure black, with gleaming bright green eyes, faintly shining with a demonic-sort of glow. On her right front leg, a huge, jagged scar runs down, from her shoulder to her jet-colored paw. Her tail isn't bushy, but thin, and her voice is strangely calm, and never betrays what she's feeling. Her eyes usually spark with life when she's angry or frustrated, or when she's enjoying something, but usually, it's hard to tell what she's feeling.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
None.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Karma is emotionless, un-sympathetic, and ruthlessly cruel. She's killed many, and considers it a pleasure to see others suffer for her wrong-doings. Or, in those green-fire eyes, adequate doings. Karma hates kits, unless they're training to become like her. She despises happy, peppy cats, or cats who aren't afraid of her.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Karma's pawsteps were like a butterfly's whispers, unheard by all but her. Her narrowed green eyes glitsened like flame, her ears flicked and her tail tip twitched.
Kits! Disgusting little kits, tumbling around and laughing joyously. Karma's fur rose in dismay, and her long, hooked, red-stained claws dug into the rain-softened earth.
The second she let out that soft growl, the kit's soft, pathetically small ears twitched, and they turned to her with large, innocent kit-blue eyes.
The scrambled away with mews and cries, but Karma was much, much faster. Her scarred, midnight-colored body flew at the scraps of fur, and the kittens' screams were echoing across the valley's walls. Karma smirked, blood dripping from her muzzle and pooling around her paws on the ground.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Spring[/color]