Post by darkheart on Apr 9, 2008 14:49:28 GMT -5
Name:
Misery
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
RogueClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
Misery's grey pelt looks like it is stained with a great amount of blood. Her pelt is covered with scars from all sorts of battles. She has a strong body form. One of her ears is torn down the middle, it is still intact at the bottom, so she can still hear at little at of it. Shes fast and swift and very light on her feet. Her strong musles show under her sleek pelt, it shines brightly in moonlight.
Personality:
Misery loves to get into trouble. She loves the taste of blood and the smell of it. In other words call her evil. She loves other cats who think the same as she does. She will listen to advice but in the end, she will only do what she wants to do. Once her mind is made up, it is hard to change. She knows better than to show this side of her when she is in the camp.
History:
Misery use to live under the influence of Tigerstar in Shadowclan. Misery was, then known as Brittlepaw when Tigerstar left. So did she, following him and his gang of cats. She first got the taste of blood when she was fighting along with him. She finally changed her name to Misery. She thought it fit better than Brittle. She left that neck of the woods to start a new and fuller life than before.
Rp:
A dim shadow paced restlessly along the shore, drawing a steady trail of pawprints behind its presence, leaving the air awashed in its faint scent of raspberries and recently-caught rabbit. It moved quiet clumsily, the paws stumbling and tripping together like a messy array of clattering rocks. The shape held the acute appearance of a sleekly refined, yet slightly plump felid, with wiry muscled immersed in a pelt of deep black and brown that reflected the faint light cast from the sun. Misery trotted forward, her large paws dragging across the earth and leaving swirls of dust to fan out behind her.
Misery was bored, plain and simple. She cried out in frustration and wished she had another cat around to torment. She lashed her fiery tail around and looked around for someone, anyone. "Here kitty kitty kitty...heh." She mumbled, looking around more carefully. "There's got to be one around here somewhere..."
Code:
Blood
Misery
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
RogueClan
Rank:
Warrior
Description:
Misery's grey pelt looks like it is stained with a great amount of blood. Her pelt is covered with scars from all sorts of battles. She has a strong body form. One of her ears is torn down the middle, it is still intact at the bottom, so she can still hear at little at of it. Shes fast and swift and very light on her feet. Her strong musles show under her sleek pelt, it shines brightly in moonlight.
Personality:
Misery loves to get into trouble. She loves the taste of blood and the smell of it. In other words call her evil. She loves other cats who think the same as she does. She will listen to advice but in the end, she will only do what she wants to do. Once her mind is made up, it is hard to change. She knows better than to show this side of her when she is in the camp.
History:
Misery use to live under the influence of Tigerstar in Shadowclan. Misery was, then known as Brittlepaw when Tigerstar left. So did she, following him and his gang of cats. She first got the taste of blood when she was fighting along with him. She finally changed her name to Misery. She thought it fit better than Brittle. She left that neck of the woods to start a new and fuller life than before.
Rp:
A dim shadow paced restlessly along the shore, drawing a steady trail of pawprints behind its presence, leaving the air awashed in its faint scent of raspberries and recently-caught rabbit. It moved quiet clumsily, the paws stumbling and tripping together like a messy array of clattering rocks. The shape held the acute appearance of a sleekly refined, yet slightly plump felid, with wiry muscled immersed in a pelt of deep black and brown that reflected the faint light cast from the sun. Misery trotted forward, her large paws dragging across the earth and leaving swirls of dust to fan out behind her.
Misery was bored, plain and simple. She cried out in frustration and wished she had another cat around to torment. She lashed her fiery tail around and looked around for someone, anyone. "Here kitty kitty kitty...heh." She mumbled, looking around more carefully. "There's got to be one around here somewhere..."
Code:
Blood
