Post by silvercloud on Dec 23, 2007 1:20:32 GMT -5
[glow=green,2,300]Name:[/glow]
Willowfire
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
14 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Willowfire is a blue-silver tabby Norwegian forest cat. She has long, thick, blue-gray fur with silver "tabby stripes", but they look more like silver flames. Her muzzle, all the way down to her underbelly and paws are white. She has a soft, pink nose, and pale, almost colorless eyes. She has a thick, bushy tail, and her fur is so thick, she can stay out in the cold snow for hours on end. Her thick fur is also thick enough to be thuroughly waterproof. She's quite beautiful, and her eyes are soft and kind. She trends lightly, daintly, or so it looks. The truth is- Willowfire is far from weak...
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
It's easy to see how Willowfire might be mistaken for a kittypet. Her soft, tidy fur, soft pale eyes, and even the way she walks has kittypet written all over it- which is what makes her so dangerous. Any cat planning on jumping this she-cat would be in for a big surprise. Because she is so light on her feet, she is able to whip around quickly, and deliver a powerful blow with one paw. Her claws are sharp, and so is her wit, senses, and tounge. She has absolutly no tolerance for recklessness and foolery. She believes in cold, hard efficency, and is quick to unsheath her claws.
When she's not tearing intruders to shreds, Willowfire loves to climb trees (one of the few things she does for pleasure). In battle, or while hunting, one of her favorite tactics is to climb a tree, and pounce on her victims. Sometimes, she can be found trying to reach the top of the owl tree, but most the time, she sticks to smaller ones. Though it may not be something she does for pleasure, because of her thick, waterproof fur, she's also a very talented swimmer (or at least for a Thunderclan cat). Underneath all her fur, is muscle, and more than you'd think, thanks to the amount of tree-climbing she does.
She can usually be described as thuroughly emotionless, but she can also be very charismatic, and can often pursuade others to do what she wants, or to see things from her point of view. If you're trying to impress her, you might as well give up now, she doesn't impress easily. In "casual" conversation, everything she says is usually curt and straight-to-the-point. Lastly, she is absolutly disguisted with anyone who would break the warrior code or betray their own clan, and has a very high sense of loyalty to her clan, and her clan alone.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Night was falling, but she didn't care; the darkness was nothing to her. Branch by branch, she ascended up the tree, not even bothering to unsheath her claws. A squirrel was resting in it's drey on the next branch, thinking itself to be safe. That was not to be the case tonight, and with one swift bite to the neck, the sleeping squirrel's life was extinguished, never to wake up again. She left it in it's nest; a good place to keep it for the time being, and continued up the tree. The branches were getting thinner, smaller in general, but that didn't matter to her; she could balance. At last, she was at the top; pale moonlight refecting off of her equally pale orbs. It was here where she felt alone. Here, where she felt isolated from everything and everyone. And it was here, and only here, where she could gather her thoughts, and be at peace. Here, at the top of the highest tree; bathed in pale moonlight, and looking to the stars above- Willowfire would close her eyes, and stop being something-
And blend, with everything.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
Willowfire
[glow=green,2,300]Clan:[/glow]
Thunderclan
[glow=green,2,300]Position:[/glow]
Warrior
[glow=green,2,300]Age:[/glow]
14 moons
[glow=green,2,300]Gender:[/glow]
She-cat
[glow=green,2,300]Peltage:[/glow]
Willowfire is a blue-silver tabby Norwegian forest cat. She has long, thick, blue-gray fur with silver "tabby stripes", but they look more like silver flames. Her muzzle, all the way down to her underbelly and paws are white. She has a soft, pink nose, and pale, almost colorless eyes. She has a thick, bushy tail, and her fur is so thick, she can stay out in the cold snow for hours on end. Her thick fur is also thick enough to be thuroughly waterproof. She's quite beautiful, and her eyes are soft and kind. She trends lightly, daintly, or so it looks. The truth is- Willowfire is far from weak...
[glow=green,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
[glow=green,2,300]Personality:[/glow]
It's easy to see how Willowfire might be mistaken for a kittypet. Her soft, tidy fur, soft pale eyes, and even the way she walks has kittypet written all over it- which is what makes her so dangerous. Any cat planning on jumping this she-cat would be in for a big surprise. Because she is so light on her feet, she is able to whip around quickly, and deliver a powerful blow with one paw. Her claws are sharp, and so is her wit, senses, and tounge. She has absolutly no tolerance for recklessness and foolery. She believes in cold, hard efficency, and is quick to unsheath her claws.
When she's not tearing intruders to shreds, Willowfire loves to climb trees (one of the few things she does for pleasure). In battle, or while hunting, one of her favorite tactics is to climb a tree, and pounce on her victims. Sometimes, she can be found trying to reach the top of the owl tree, but most the time, she sticks to smaller ones. Though it may not be something she does for pleasure, because of her thick, waterproof fur, she's also a very talented swimmer (or at least for a Thunderclan cat). Underneath all her fur, is muscle, and more than you'd think, thanks to the amount of tree-climbing she does.
She can usually be described as thuroughly emotionless, but she can also be very charismatic, and can often pursuade others to do what she wants, or to see things from her point of view. If you're trying to impress her, you might as well give up now, she doesn't impress easily. In "casual" conversation, everything she says is usually curt and straight-to-the-point. Lastly, she is absolutly disguisted with anyone who would break the warrior code or betray their own clan, and has a very high sense of loyalty to her clan, and her clan alone.
[glow=green,2,300]IC:[/glow]
Night was falling, but she didn't care; the darkness was nothing to her. Branch by branch, she ascended up the tree, not even bothering to unsheath her claws. A squirrel was resting in it's drey on the next branch, thinking itself to be safe. That was not to be the case tonight, and with one swift bite to the neck, the sleeping squirrel's life was extinguished, never to wake up again. She left it in it's nest; a good place to keep it for the time being, and continued up the tree. The branches were getting thinner, smaller in general, but that didn't matter to her; she could balance. At last, she was at the top; pale moonlight refecting off of her equally pale orbs. It was here where she felt alone. Here, where she felt isolated from everything and everyone. And it was here, and only here, where she could gather her thoughts, and be at peace. Here, at the top of the highest tree; bathed in pale moonlight, and looking to the stars above- Willowfire would close her eyes, and stop being something-
And blend, with everything.
[glow=green,2,300]Code:[/glow]
Blood
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