Post by faith on Oct 17, 2007 23:23:56 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Flamingfaith
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Riverclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Senior Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
60 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Flamingfaith's once firery ginger pelt has scince faded to a soothing and less visible greyish ginger, seeming to have grown less noticable over the long years as her experiance and skills enhanced. Her eyes however have never faded from their shining silvery hazel. Her sides are seemed with battle scars from long ago and not so long ago and she bears them as medals of her many battles. Her limbs ripple with iron hard coils of mussle she has gained and only strengthened over the years.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
It is Very obvious that her spirits and personality never faded with her pelt. She is feircly loyal to her clan and a vicious fighter. In her days she has weeded out a few traitors and only once did an intruder escape her warning bite when she led a patrol. She is tough and stern with a sharp tounge but most of the clan knows she is just saying something for their own good. In fact she is respected by most of the clan for being a strong warrior and even in her age she has no wish, nor need, to join the elders. She has mentored many apprentices and all of them have come to be loyal and dedicated members of the clan. Her faith to her clan seems unmatched by any other cat yet by it's strength.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Flamingfaith sat outside the warriors den watching the sunset turn the river blood red then flaming orange, the way her pelt was no more. She did not morn the scarred and faded condition of her pelt but rather rejoiced for it showed her years of skill and wins and losses. Once in a while it by it's self, and the sight of her tuaght mussles, was enough to scare of an enemy before they even attacked. She had seen many a battle and planned to see many more, not to mention fight in them. She had seen many deaths, and though she did not like them, she was certian she would see any more. For all of her experiances she had never found love nor had she ever truely felt a need for having it. Even now it did not seem that any cat could bring her even the same amount of joy as protecting and fighting for her clan did. As she did not desire love neighter did she desire power. She enjoyed having someone to tell her what to do every now and then, even needed someone to. She hated to think of what she would do if backed into a corner the clever leaders were always dashing in and out of. "No," she said sighing and looking up at the rising moon, firery red and orange in the sunset,"No I am perfect in the position I have now."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
BLOOD
Flamingfaith
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Riverclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Senior Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
60 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Flamingfaith's once firery ginger pelt has scince faded to a soothing and less visible greyish ginger, seeming to have grown less noticable over the long years as her experiance and skills enhanced. Her eyes however have never faded from their shining silvery hazel. Her sides are seemed with battle scars from long ago and not so long ago and she bears them as medals of her many battles. Her limbs ripple with iron hard coils of mussle she has gained and only strengthened over the years.
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
It is Very obvious that her spirits and personality never faded with her pelt. She is feircly loyal to her clan and a vicious fighter. In her days she has weeded out a few traitors and only once did an intruder escape her warning bite when she led a patrol. She is tough and stern with a sharp tounge but most of the clan knows she is just saying something for their own good. In fact she is respected by most of the clan for being a strong warrior and even in her age she has no wish, nor need, to join the elders. She has mentored many apprentices and all of them have come to be loyal and dedicated members of the clan. Her faith to her clan seems unmatched by any other cat yet by it's strength.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Flamingfaith sat outside the warriors den watching the sunset turn the river blood red then flaming orange, the way her pelt was no more. She did not morn the scarred and faded condition of her pelt but rather rejoiced for it showed her years of skill and wins and losses. Once in a while it by it's self, and the sight of her tuaght mussles, was enough to scare of an enemy before they even attacked. She had seen many a battle and planned to see many more, not to mention fight in them. She had seen many deaths, and though she did not like them, she was certian she would see any more. For all of her experiances she had never found love nor had she ever truely felt a need for having it. Even now it did not seem that any cat could bring her even the same amount of joy as protecting and fighting for her clan did. As she did not desire love neighter did she desire power. She enjoyed having someone to tell her what to do every now and then, even needed someone to. She hated to think of what she would do if backed into a corner the clever leaders were always dashing in and out of. "No," she said sighing and looking up at the rising moon, firery red and orange in the sunset,"No I am perfect in the position I have now."
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
BLOOD
