Post by Frostpaw on Feb 29, 2008 22:41:19 GMT -5
Name:
Viperfang
Age:
Eleven moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Warrior
Personality:
Viperfang is a very wilful cat and does not like to be pushed around by any other cat. This though is only part true when it comes to the leader and deaputy of her clan, the only two she will listen to. She is very kind and only allows others to see things about her if she wants them to see them. Underneath her kind and passive appearance she is a very crueland ruthless cat, attack first and ask questions later type. She is one of a kind, but lives up to her name.
Description:
Her fur is a dark orange that becomes a little lighter down and her paws are pure white. Her fur is thick and she has distinctive tabby markings on her legs. Her eyes are a light green, and always darker when she becomes angry. She is well muscled for a she-cat, making her a formitable opponent in battle.
Roleplaying Example:
Viperfang tredded silently across the field as she searched in vain for some prey. "Hey Mosswing? Do you think that you can catch something now? She asked scornfully.
Password:
Blood
Viperfang
Age:
Eleven moons
Gender:
She-cat
Clan:
Thunderclan
Position:
Warrior
Personality:
Viperfang is a very wilful cat and does not like to be pushed around by any other cat. This though is only part true when it comes to the leader and deaputy of her clan, the only two she will listen to. She is very kind and only allows others to see things about her if she wants them to see them. Underneath her kind and passive appearance she is a very crueland ruthless cat, attack first and ask questions later type. She is one of a kind, but lives up to her name.
Description:
Her fur is a dark orange that becomes a little lighter down and her paws are pure white. Her fur is thick and she has distinctive tabby markings on her legs. Her eyes are a light green, and always darker when she becomes angry. She is well muscled for a she-cat, making her a formitable opponent in battle.
Roleplaying Example:
Viperfang tredded silently across the field as she searched in vain for some prey. "Hey Mosswing? Do you think that you can catch something now? She asked scornfully.
Password:
Blood
