Post by Whitepelt on Dec 6, 2006 22:37:27 GMT -5
Name:
Whitepelt
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Warrior
Age:
12 moons (That is one year right?)
Gender:
She-cat
Peltage:
White pelt completely white pelt, no markings at all. Beautiful blue eyes.
Picture:
Personality:
Whitepelt is a very compassionate cat. She loves to just have fun with her clanmates. But if there was EVER a threat to her clan she would fight with all her might. She is so loyal to StarClan she could become a medicine cat and only have to learn the herbs. She would probably be an excellent candidate to become a mentor.
IC: Whitepelt slowly lept from rock to rock, finding the right placement for every paw right before it touched the next stone. Whitepelt was on sunning rocks, a great place to be right about this time of year. The prey was plentiful, which made it quite easy for the hunting patrol to find enough for the whole clan. Because of this, most cats had time to rest,play, or watch the clouds. Whitepelt was troubled though, she could almost feel a tugging to go to her leader. But that would make no sense because Whitepelt did not know anything more than her leader. She slowly lept down off of a rock and landed in the sand next to it. She traveled through the brush and the gorse tunnel into the middle of camp. Whitepelt decided to just go get some fresh kill and take a nap. She trotted tiredly into the clearing and chose a plump mouse. She would soon forget this strange feeling...
Code:
Spring
Whitepelt
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Warrior
Age:
12 moons (That is one year right?)
Gender:
She-cat
Peltage:
White pelt completely white pelt, no markings at all. Beautiful blue eyes.
Picture:
Personality:
Whitepelt is a very compassionate cat. She loves to just have fun with her clanmates. But if there was EVER a threat to her clan she would fight with all her might. She is so loyal to StarClan she could become a medicine cat and only have to learn the herbs. She would probably be an excellent candidate to become a mentor.
IC: Whitepelt slowly lept from rock to rock, finding the right placement for every paw right before it touched the next stone. Whitepelt was on sunning rocks, a great place to be right about this time of year. The prey was plentiful, which made it quite easy for the hunting patrol to find enough for the whole clan. Because of this, most cats had time to rest,play, or watch the clouds. Whitepelt was troubled though, she could almost feel a tugging to go to her leader. But that would make no sense because Whitepelt did not know anything more than her leader. She slowly lept down off of a rock and landed in the sand next to it. She traveled through the brush and the gorse tunnel into the middle of camp. Whitepelt decided to just go get some fresh kill and take a nap. She trotted tiredly into the clearing and chose a plump mouse. She would soon forget this strange feeling...
Code:
Spring
