Post by Shädôwolƒ ™ on Nov 11, 2006 17:19:32 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Nightshadow
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Shadowclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Her silvery fur is speckled with black, and makes her look like she is shifting in the moonlight. Her eyes are like full moons; they glint with pride and will.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] She is very loyal to her clan, but she knows when she must put it aside to more personal matters. Nightshadow is very patient and will wait till the world ends if something important must happen.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] A group of cats unknown approached, reeking of death and sorrow. Staying within the shadows, she spied another feline being dragged, unconscience. Feeling suspicious, she stalked behind a tabby, and she pounced with fury. Obviously oblivious to the happening, the victim spun around, but a moment too late. Hisses and snarls tore through the air, followed by scratches and pain. Nightshadow clawed, powered by suffering and anger, and the blood of others shone in the moonlight.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] Shadowclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] 15 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Her silvery fur is speckled with black, and makes her look like she is shifting in the moonlight. Her eyes are like full moons; they glint with pride and will.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow] She is very loyal to her clan, but she knows when she must put it aside to more personal matters. Nightshadow is very patient and will wait till the world ends if something important must happen.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow] A group of cats unknown approached, reeking of death and sorrow. Staying within the shadows, she spied another feline being dragged, unconscience. Feeling suspicious, she stalked behind a tabby, and she pounced with fury. Obviously oblivious to the happening, the victim spun around, but a moment too late. Hisses and snarls tore through the air, followed by scratches and pain. Nightshadow clawed, powered by suffering and anger, and the blood of others shone in the moonlight.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] SPRING
