Post by dovewing on Oct 2, 2006 18:05:33 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Dovewing
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 Moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat.
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Dovewing is a pale silver tabby, with strange markings on her foreheads, that look almost look like warriors. Her eyes are the palest shade of blue, like that of an early morning. They glow with kindness , but also misty with sadness. Her littermates were killed in an invasion from another Clan. Somehow she has gotten over the pain, but not all of the sadness.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Dovewing is a very calm cat, and somewhat reserved. She has never been very outgoing, or very brave, for that matter. It is too easy for her to hide her pain from other cats, and that upsets her even more. In case you haven't noticed, Dovewing is also shy around new cats, and is very attatched to the friends she has. Despite her pain, she manages to treat others with equality and kindess. Sometimes she wonders if she should be medicine cat one day.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The sun rose over the treetops, and warm sunligt beat down on Dovewing's beautiful pelt. Her markings shone in the light wonderfully, but her eyes were sorrowful. She was mourning the loss of her littermates again. I don't understand.. Dovewing thought. Why can't I get over them as easily as everyone else? Her head bowed in sorrow, Dovewing padded back to camp, paws like stones. Sticks poked her feet like adder bites as she walked.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
Hope you like it.=D
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 18 Moons.
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat.
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Dovewing is a pale silver tabby, with strange markings on her foreheads, that look almost look like warriors. Her eyes are the palest shade of blue, like that of an early morning. They glow with kindness , but also misty with sadness. Her littermates were killed in an invasion from another Clan. Somehow she has gotten over the pain, but not all of the sadness.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Dovewing is a very calm cat, and somewhat reserved. She has never been very outgoing, or very brave, for that matter. It is too easy for her to hide her pain from other cats, and that upsets her even more. In case you haven't noticed, Dovewing is also shy around new cats, and is very attatched to the friends she has. Despite her pain, she manages to treat others with equality and kindess. Sometimes she wonders if she should be medicine cat one day.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] The sun rose over the treetops, and warm sunligt beat down on Dovewing's beautiful pelt. Her markings shone in the light wonderfully, but her eyes were sorrowful. She was mourning the loss of her littermates again. I don't understand.. Dovewing thought. Why can't I get over them as easily as everyone else? Her head bowed in sorrow, Dovewing padded back to camp, paws like stones. Sticks poked her feet like adder bites as she walked.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] Spring
Hope you like it.=D
