Post by celestial on Sept 8, 2007 19:04:34 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Willowheart
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
18 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Willowheart is a beautiful tan and grey she-cat with goldenish, amber eyes. She has the regular Windclan slim build and has a somewhat long tail. When she walks it is with a careless grace that surpasses most and she always has a smile in her eyes. She is quite attractive and has been known to be surrounded by tom-cats when she is trying to be alone.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Willowheart is very friendly and has a great scence of humor, but she still likes to be alone sometimes and is somewhat uncomforatable around the toms if they are staring at her.She is ussually kind and gentle but her tounge sharpens a million fold when she is angered. She loves to run and hunt but would rather avoid fights as long as she can, she isn't the best fighter you see. Instead of having one best friend she considers all her friends to be the best.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Willowpelt shuddered as the cats from Riverclan crouched to pounce, her fear of battle flaring up for second as the first pounced. Soon her fear was gone however as her adreniline swept it away in a flood of energy and she jumped into the battle. She found herself in a storm of flying fur, slashing claws, and biting teeth and part of that storm was her. A cat jumped at her unguarded side, earning a surprised yowl out of her as his claws raked down her shoulder. Shooting around to face him, swift from her size, she swatted in retalleation slicing the tip of his nose as he jumped back onto his rear legs. Seeing her chance she pounced forward to slash at his revealed stomahce. Right as her claws were about to reach his soft underside though he brought his weight down in a strange twist that ended with him pinning her to the ground with his broad body, to heavy for her to push off.
"You fight like a Kitty-pet, so why not die like a Kitty-pet!" a cold fear that burned away at her insides shot through her as her shot his head down teeth bared, ready to sink into her unprotected neck, but as he came down his own broadity pulling down with his head freed one of her hind legs. Kicking with the force of death's cold breath that had been breathing on her for a second, she knocked the warrior's breath out of him and freed herself in the split second he faltered.
Looking around for a second she saw that most of Riverclan had already fleaded. Reassured she pounced on the recovering warrior she had kicked, knocking him over and yowling at him, "I am no Kitty-pet, nor is any of Windclan, that is Riverclan." Giving him a strict warning bite on the shoulder she shook out her rustled fur as he and the last of the Riverclan warriors ran off yowling in pain or fear.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]BLOOD! ;D[/glow]
Willowheart
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Windclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
18 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Willowheart is a beautiful tan and grey she-cat with goldenish, amber eyes. She has the regular Windclan slim build and has a somewhat long tail. When she walks it is with a careless grace that surpasses most and she always has a smile in her eyes. She is quite attractive and has been known to be surrounded by tom-cats when she is trying to be alone.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
Willowheart is very friendly and has a great scence of humor, but she still likes to be alone sometimes and is somewhat uncomforatable around the toms if they are staring at her.She is ussually kind and gentle but her tounge sharpens a million fold when she is angered. She loves to run and hunt but would rather avoid fights as long as she can, she isn't the best fighter you see. Instead of having one best friend she considers all her friends to be the best.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Willowpelt shuddered as the cats from Riverclan crouched to pounce, her fear of battle flaring up for second as the first pounced. Soon her fear was gone however as her adreniline swept it away in a flood of energy and she jumped into the battle. She found herself in a storm of flying fur, slashing claws, and biting teeth and part of that storm was her. A cat jumped at her unguarded side, earning a surprised yowl out of her as his claws raked down her shoulder. Shooting around to face him, swift from her size, she swatted in retalleation slicing the tip of his nose as he jumped back onto his rear legs. Seeing her chance she pounced forward to slash at his revealed stomahce. Right as her claws were about to reach his soft underside though he brought his weight down in a strange twist that ended with him pinning her to the ground with his broad body, to heavy for her to push off.
"You fight like a Kitty-pet, so why not die like a Kitty-pet!" a cold fear that burned away at her insides shot through her as her shot his head down teeth bared, ready to sink into her unprotected neck, but as he came down his own broadity pulling down with his head freed one of her hind legs. Kicking with the force of death's cold breath that had been breathing on her for a second, she knocked the warrior's breath out of him and freed herself in the split second he faltered.
Looking around for a second she saw that most of Riverclan had already fleaded. Reassured she pounced on the recovering warrior she had kicked, knocking him over and yowling at him, "I am no Kitty-pet, nor is any of Windclan, that is Riverclan." Giving him a strict warning bite on the shoulder she shook out her rustled fur as he and the last of the Riverclan warriors ran off yowling in pain or fear.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
[glow=red,2,300]BLOOD! ;D[/glow]
