Post by ~Silverwind~ on Jun 25, 2007 10:43:11 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]Storm
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]25 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]she-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Beautiful brown she-cat with black marking and dark green eyes.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Storm is not a friendly cat. She was born in a small barn where she was abondoned as a small kit. Her mother didn't teach her anything about surviving, she just left her there to die. Storm and her brother were both left there, but he was killed by a rogue shortly after their mother left. Storm was very strong and very smart though, and she managed to survive alone. She taught herself how to fight,hunt, and kill. She is very clever so she could easily trick unsuspecting victims. She has met the clans a few times, and she hates them because of there "silly superstitions" as she calls them. Storm is mostly evil, but not completely. She thinks she is, but there are other feelings buried deep inside somewhere. But these feelings are buried to deep under all the anger and hatred, so it is like they are not even there. So, basically, she lives to kill.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]Storm awoke before the sun started to come up. She walked outside of the hollow tree she had slept in. A misty fog hovered in the air and she stared into the bleak sky. The fresh scent of prey was in the air and she was off. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into some nice, juicy prey. She scented the air once more and spotted a fat vole. She slowly crouched forward, then pounced. The vole was dead almost as soon as she had pounced on it. She continued to hunt for awhile longer as the fog slowly began to disappear and the sun slowly began to come up. The day went by and she found a nice rock to sun herself on. She lay there sunning and also thinking. She wanted to kill something, but not just an easy piece of prey, she wanted a challenge or at least something greater to do with her time. These past few days had been boring and she was tired of it. Storm stood up and streched for a second and then ran deep into the forest to find a new challenge or something new to do.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]Rogue
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]25 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]she-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]Beautiful brown she-cat with black marking and dark green eyes.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]Storm is not a friendly cat. She was born in a small barn where she was abondoned as a small kit. Her mother didn't teach her anything about surviving, she just left her there to die. Storm and her brother were both left there, but he was killed by a rogue shortly after their mother left. Storm was very strong and very smart though, and she managed to survive alone. She taught herself how to fight,hunt, and kill. She is very clever so she could easily trick unsuspecting victims. She has met the clans a few times, and she hates them because of there "silly superstitions" as she calls them. Storm is mostly evil, but not completely. She thinks she is, but there are other feelings buried deep inside somewhere. But these feelings are buried to deep under all the anger and hatred, so it is like they are not even there. So, basically, she lives to kill.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]Storm awoke before the sun started to come up. She walked outside of the hollow tree she had slept in. A misty fog hovered in the air and she stared into the bleak sky. The fresh scent of prey was in the air and she was off. She couldn't wait to sink her teeth into some nice, juicy prey. She scented the air once more and spotted a fat vole. She slowly crouched forward, then pounced. The vole was dead almost as soon as she had pounced on it. She continued to hunt for awhile longer as the fog slowly began to disappear and the sun slowly began to come up. The day went by and she found a nice rock to sun herself on. She lay there sunning and also thinking. She wanted to kill something, but not just an easy piece of prey, she wanted a challenge or at least something greater to do with her time. These past few days had been boring and she was tired of it. Storm stood up and streched for a second and then ran deep into the forest to find a new challenge or something new to do.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]SPRING