Post by Shimmerstripe on Oct 16, 2008 14:15:49 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow] Shimmerstripe
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] twenty moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Shimmerstripe is a dark tabby female with a long, fluffy tale. The fur on her belly is almost as fluffy as her tail, and in contrast to her darker tabby fur, it’s a sparkling white in color. Her paws are as white as her underbelly, and her tail has both dark and light stripes of fur. Her eyes glow as they reflect the green leaves of the forest as they are the same shade of emerald. Her eyes are almost perfectly round, but slightly narrowed. She isn’t small, nor is she super quick, but despite the fact that she’s large, she’s lean. Her muscles ripple when she moves, though they’re almost invisible under her long fur, and when she walks, she’s almost like a weightless brown and white feather. Though she makes little to no noise as she stalks through the forest, her large size gets the best of her, making hunting not quite her favored game.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]In her opinion, Shimmerstripe is the most wonderful, most beautiful cat in the forest. Conceited much? Yes, this ThunderClan queen cares mainly about herself. Though she does care for her Clan, and to stay out of trouble, the Clan must always come first, but she just doesn’t make a move to care enough. She is a strong fighter making her valuable in battle, and she knows it. She likes being her position of senior warrior, and enjoys when the Clan listens to her opinion. She always seems to have a strict tone to her voice, always seems to be in charge, even when she doesn’t mean it. From the time she was a kit, she was conceited and always in charge. She always bossed around her littermates and all the other kits in the nursery.
She knows she’s a pretty cat, which shows through in her mating strategies. She is flirtatious and smart with males. She knows how to get a male cat to fall for her, even the males from other Clans. She is brave, and not afraid of a broken heart. She is strong willed and stubborn, always trying to get the male until she finally gets the cat. She had one litter before she became deputy, all three kits died before the end of leaf bare, and after that, she vowed never to have kits again.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] blood
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow] Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow] twenty moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow] female
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Shimmerstripe is a dark tabby female with a long, fluffy tale. The fur on her belly is almost as fluffy as her tail, and in contrast to her darker tabby fur, it’s a sparkling white in color. Her paws are as white as her underbelly, and her tail has both dark and light stripes of fur. Her eyes glow as they reflect the green leaves of the forest as they are the same shade of emerald. Her eyes are almost perfectly round, but slightly narrowed. She isn’t small, nor is she super quick, but despite the fact that she’s large, she’s lean. Her muscles ripple when she moves, though they’re almost invisible under her long fur, and when she walks, she’s almost like a weightless brown and white feather. Though she makes little to no noise as she stalks through the forest, her large size gets the best of her, making hunting not quite her favored game.
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]In her opinion, Shimmerstripe is the most wonderful, most beautiful cat in the forest. Conceited much? Yes, this ThunderClan queen cares mainly about herself. Though she does care for her Clan, and to stay out of trouble, the Clan must always come first, but she just doesn’t make a move to care enough. She is a strong fighter making her valuable in battle, and she knows it. She likes being her position of senior warrior, and enjoys when the Clan listens to her opinion. She always seems to have a strict tone to her voice, always seems to be in charge, even when she doesn’t mean it. From the time she was a kit, she was conceited and always in charge. She always bossed around her littermates and all the other kits in the nursery.
She knows she’s a pretty cat, which shows through in her mating strategies. She is flirtatious and smart with males. She knows how to get a male cat to fall for her, even the males from other Clans. She is brave, and not afraid of a broken heart. She is strong willed and stubborn, always trying to get the male until she finally gets the cat. She had one litter before she became deputy, all three kits died before the end of leaf bare, and after that, she vowed never to have kits again.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Shimmerstripe stalked through the woods, moving almost like she was underwater. Weightless. Her fur was thick on her back, and almost painful as the sun beat through the ThunderClan trees and onto her pelt, warming it up and baking her inside it. She held her breath as she caught the scent of a mouse. It was scurrying through the woods, minding its business and not paying any attention to the stone-like warrior towering above it.
Shimerstripe jumped into action, landing softly in the place where the mouse had just been. She bent down to take the life of the creature, when she realized it was not under her paws. She looked up, her green orbs narrowed in anger. The mouse stared at her from a rabbit length away, taunting her with its small beady eyes. It was no use to pounce on the creature, it would see her get ready to lunge, and would run.
Shimmerstripe sighed, exchanging glares with the mouse. It would run, eventually, but it found no threat from its slow, frozen predator. She looked away for just a second, about to turn on her hind legs and walk away, without fresh-kill. But Shimmerstripe was smarter than that. The second she lifted her paw to walk away, she turned back, lunging at the mouse with all the speed she possessed.
It saw her coming and dashed into the undergrowth. Shimmerstripe cursed and sighed. It was pointless to follow the mouse any farther. It was long gone. She sniffed the air. Useless. She had made too much sound attacking the mouse. All the prey would be plenty of fox lengths away by now. Shimmerstripe growled under her breath and slowly returned to the camp, empty pawed. She just wasn’t born to hunt. She was born to fight.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow] blood
