Post by flamestorm on Jan 1, 2007 21:21:07 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Flamestorm
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
60 moons (5 years)
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Flamestorm has a firey red pelt which in the heat of sun-high tends to glow like a fire colour
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
none
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Flamestorm is a very kind and caring she-cat, she is active and does whatever she can to help her Clan which makes her very loyal. She enjoys helping others and exploring, she is rather bold, brave and daring. She likes to joke around most of the time and likes the company of a fellow Clan mate
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
There was a rustle of the bushes as a streamlined body crept through its stems and leaves. A flame coloured she-cat stalked through the woods looking for a midnight meal to satisfy her growing hunger. As she stalked on forward her stomach rumbled for a meal. With the scent of the forest in her nose she continued forward in her search for a meal. Suddenly there was a different scent in her nose. She stalked forward keeping her eyes focused on the bushes ahead of her. There it was, the fat and juicy creature nibbling on a seed, it was a mouse. She instinctively dropped into a hunters crouch and moved forward with silence and grace. She was a fox length away from it when she stepped on a dry leaf, as it cracked the mouse was off in a sudden with the she-cat at it’s heels. She bounded after it quickly and caught it easily. She sunk her razor sharp teeth into the creature’s neck to make sure it wouldn’t take off again. Her stomach rumbled again with hunger as it reminded her she was hungry. No matter how much she wanted to eat this and satisfy her own hunger she still went by what she was taught, the Clan must be fed first…….
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
spring
Flamestorm
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
60 moons (5 years)
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-Cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Flamestorm has a firey red pelt which in the heat of sun-high tends to glow like a fire colour
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
none
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Flamestorm is a very kind and caring she-cat, she is active and does whatever she can to help her Clan which makes her very loyal. She enjoys helping others and exploring, she is rather bold, brave and daring. She likes to joke around most of the time and likes the company of a fellow Clan mate
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
There was a rustle of the bushes as a streamlined body crept through its stems and leaves. A flame coloured she-cat stalked through the woods looking for a midnight meal to satisfy her growing hunger. As she stalked on forward her stomach rumbled for a meal. With the scent of the forest in her nose she continued forward in her search for a meal. Suddenly there was a different scent in her nose. She stalked forward keeping her eyes focused on the bushes ahead of her. There it was, the fat and juicy creature nibbling on a seed, it was a mouse. She instinctively dropped into a hunters crouch and moved forward with silence and grace. She was a fox length away from it when she stepped on a dry leaf, as it cracked the mouse was off in a sudden with the she-cat at it’s heels. She bounded after it quickly and caught it easily. She sunk her razor sharp teeth into the creature’s neck to make sure it wouldn’t take off again. Her stomach rumbled again with hunger as it reminded her she was hungry. No matter how much she wanted to eat this and satisfy her own hunger she still went by what she was taught, the Clan must be fed first…….
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
spring