Post by blowingwind on Sept 5, 2006 6:53:06 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Adderstrike
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] None
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Loner, former rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 23 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] A creamy-ginger pelt, with no tabby stripes. Pale on the belly, darkens as it rises up Adder's back. Her chest is light, and so is her face, and her tail has a small dark stripe running down it.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Cheerful, almost childish, but prone to getting into rages and tempers for hardly any reason. Most of the time she's got a smile on her face, though she's a little selfish, but other times, when she's in the mood, she's capable of killing a cat she's fighting with, with no regards.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
The creamish-ginger she-cat called Adderstrike padded, or rather, skipped through the trees, following her instinct. When she'd started her journey, she'd been follwoing a scent, but now it had long since faded out, and she had taken to asking loners if they'd seen a big black tom passing by in the last moon.
Loners always noticed things like that, because it wasn't easy to miss new scents passing through their territories. All of them had pointed her in the right direction, or at least she hoped.
The last she-cat she'd met, had warned her not to stray too far North, because the Clan terras were ahed. Adder had thanked her, but proceeded North anyway. She wasn't going to give up.
Now she was crossing an area full of scents; probably cats lived here, and quite a few, though not too many.
She sighed, and sat down to rest. The wind blew in her face, and in an instant, she was on her feet again. No, she wasn't imagining it. The scent she'd been looking for, she smelled it on the wind.
Though tired, and hungry, she frowned in a determined way, and dashed away, jumping a small stream and dissappearing in the bushes.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] None
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Loner, former rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 23 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] A creamy-ginger pelt, with no tabby stripes. Pale on the belly, darkens as it rises up Adder's back. Her chest is light, and so is her face, and her tail has a small dark stripe running down it.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Cheerful, almost childish, but prone to getting into rages and tempers for hardly any reason. Most of the time she's got a smile on her face, though she's a little selfish, but other times, when she's in the mood, she's capable of killing a cat she's fighting with, with no regards.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
The creamish-ginger she-cat called Adderstrike padded, or rather, skipped through the trees, following her instinct. When she'd started her journey, she'd been follwoing a scent, but now it had long since faded out, and she had taken to asking loners if they'd seen a big black tom passing by in the last moon.
Loners always noticed things like that, because it wasn't easy to miss new scents passing through their territories. All of them had pointed her in the right direction, or at least she hoped.
The last she-cat she'd met, had warned her not to stray too far North, because the Clan terras were ahed. Adder had thanked her, but proceeded North anyway. She wasn't going to give up.
Now she was crossing an area full of scents; probably cats lived here, and quite a few, though not too many.
She sighed, and sat down to rest. The wind blew in her face, and in an instant, she was on her feet again. No, she wasn't imagining it. The scent she'd been looking for, she smelled it on the wind.
Though tired, and hungry, she frowned in a determined way, and dashed away, jumping a small stream and dissappearing in the bushes.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring