Post by Ravenwind on Dec 27, 2006 1:01:28 GMT -5
My she-cat, Ravenwind, is in need of a mate. I need something along the lines of a plot to get going, and I figure with a mate that might actually happen. So, any Shadowclan toms want a mate? Here is Ravenwind's information:
Name: Ravenwind
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior.
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Ravenwind is a sleek and lithe raven colored she-cat. Her paws are a coal black color, as are her ears and tail-tip. She has medium lenght fur, and is very quick. Her pelt is kind of wavy, to say the least.
Picture: Cooming Very Soon!
Personality: Ravenwind is snappy, down to earth and in your face. But, although she has a temper, she is kind and caring to her clan most of the time. She loves kits, and enjoys the stars.
IC: Ravenwind padded lightly across the land, her tail lashing. She had her ears perked, and lsitening for any sound of prey. adding nearer to a stream, she heard some srambling in the leaves near the roots of an old oak tree. She instantly dropped into a hunting crouch, and padded forward steadily. The creature was a vole, she could see. The raven colored she cat crept closer and coser until finally, she was almost upon the vole. She pounced. There was a scuffle, then silence. Ravenwind turned around with the vole in her jaws, her eyes showing her pride.
Code Word: Spring
Name: Ravenwind
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior.
Age: 28 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Ravenwind is a sleek and lithe raven colored she-cat. Her paws are a coal black color, as are her ears and tail-tip. She has medium lenght fur, and is very quick. Her pelt is kind of wavy, to say the least.
Picture: Cooming Very Soon!
Personality: Ravenwind is snappy, down to earth and in your face. But, although she has a temper, she is kind and caring to her clan most of the time. She loves kits, and enjoys the stars.
IC: Ravenwind padded lightly across the land, her tail lashing. She had her ears perked, and lsitening for any sound of prey. adding nearer to a stream, she heard some srambling in the leaves near the roots of an old oak tree. She instantly dropped into a hunting crouch, and padded forward steadily. The creature was a vole, she could see. The raven colored she cat crept closer and coser until finally, she was almost upon the vole. She pounced. There was a scuffle, then silence. Ravenwind turned around with the vole in her jaws, her eyes showing her pride.
Code Word: Spring