Post by scorn on Oct 20, 2006 9:48:07 GMT -5
Name:Dawnpaw, Dawnrunner as her warrior name....
Gender: she-cat
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: Dawnpaw is a hard cat to discribe. Her chest and under belly is a deep gold-brass clour, marked with black that is as dark as night itself. Her cheeks are the same golden brass but with less black, and a bit darker. Her legs are goldish, but more brass, yet not as dark as her back. Her back is a shade of gold, that isd covered by shadows.Her tail base maches her back, but gradly lightens into a dark golen brass thahn a light bronze, then a gold. All her fur is sleek and oily, resisting the water and rain. Her ears are long and slender, and covered unmarked golds and blacks. Her eyes are opals of saphires, set in a backdrop of bright gold. IN all, she is very pretty.
Image:
www.moiredreams.com/Dream_Brul_e_Bull.JPG
Personality: She can be mean, but it takes alot to get her mad. Mostly she is a quite, understanding cat who wants nothing more than to scerve her clan as faithfully as she can.She keeps to herself and is attentive, and never says or does anything without thinking. She loves to swim and hunt, but really, could do without the fighting. She is extrmely honest but can lie like a rug if she has to to protect someone, or something.
IC: Dawnpaw burst through the reeeds and alomost bumped into her mentor. "I's sooo sorry! I was hunting and didnt relize what time it was!" SHe meowed, panting and oput of breath. Her fur was wet and slicked back from the water, and by her frount paws was a hudge silver fish, almost bigger than her."I have two more bigger than this back there!!" Her menotr shook his. "Countin hunting. For the next two days, that is all you will do." SHe hissed. Dawnpaw nodded happyly. She padded back to camp, the silver fish in her mouth. She dropped in into the Fresh Kil pile and trotted over to her den. She slept until dusk, and padded out of the den at that time. The dying sun lit her fur and eyes, her back as black as the night turned silver and her brass tail and belly turned to fire colored. Her slit saphire pupils lit with the fire of the sun, and she stuck one paw out, streaching her long, bras limbs.The dying sun snuck beneigh the clouds, waiting for the dawn to approch. Dawnrunner did the saem thing every dawn and dusk.She let out a ruty but smooth purr before padding back into the den.
Code word: Spring
Gender: she-cat
Age: 8 moons
Clan: Riverclan
Rank: Apprentice
Description: Dawnpaw is a hard cat to discribe. Her chest and under belly is a deep gold-brass clour, marked with black that is as dark as night itself. Her cheeks are the same golden brass but with less black, and a bit darker. Her legs are goldish, but more brass, yet not as dark as her back. Her back is a shade of gold, that isd covered by shadows.Her tail base maches her back, but gradly lightens into a dark golen brass thahn a light bronze, then a gold. All her fur is sleek and oily, resisting the water and rain. Her ears are long and slender, and covered unmarked golds and blacks. Her eyes are opals of saphires, set in a backdrop of bright gold. IN all, she is very pretty.
Image:
www.moiredreams.com/Dream_Brul_e_Bull.JPG
Personality: She can be mean, but it takes alot to get her mad. Mostly she is a quite, understanding cat who wants nothing more than to scerve her clan as faithfully as she can.She keeps to herself and is attentive, and never says or does anything without thinking. She loves to swim and hunt, but really, could do without the fighting. She is extrmely honest but can lie like a rug if she has to to protect someone, or something.
IC: Dawnpaw burst through the reeeds and alomost bumped into her mentor. "I's sooo sorry! I was hunting and didnt relize what time it was!" SHe meowed, panting and oput of breath. Her fur was wet and slicked back from the water, and by her frount paws was a hudge silver fish, almost bigger than her."I have two more bigger than this back there!!" Her menotr shook his. "Countin hunting. For the next two days, that is all you will do." SHe hissed. Dawnpaw nodded happyly. She padded back to camp, the silver fish in her mouth. She dropped in into the Fresh Kil pile and trotted over to her den. She slept until dusk, and padded out of the den at that time. The dying sun lit her fur and eyes, her back as black as the night turned silver and her brass tail and belly turned to fire colored. Her slit saphire pupils lit with the fire of the sun, and she stuck one paw out, streaching her long, bras limbs.The dying sun snuck beneigh the clouds, waiting for the dawn to approch. Dawnrunner did the saem thing every dawn and dusk.She let out a ruty but smooth purr before padding back into the den.
Code word: Spring
