Post by feliscorvus on Jul 6, 2005 19:08:57 GMT -5
Name: Winterleaf
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Small she-cat with thick snowy white fur splashed with black; round jade green eyes
Personality: Patient, gentle, and kind, especially to the sick or injured; somewhat reclusive, seldom seen outside her den; she would rather think than speak, and isn't one for rash desicions
IC: "Where could it be..." muttered the small she-cat to herself as she picked her way along the dark cliffs. Pale eyes skimmed the shady rocks for any sign of the herb she was seeking, ears flicked back with unease. Hearing the undergrowth rustle behind her, she whirled with a surprised yowl, only to see a crow burst from the bush, cawing racously. A flash of white caught her gaze, and she saw, with a purr of relief, the very herb she had been searching for nestled beside the brush from which the crow had emerged. Snatching a few of the delicate, white-flowered stems in her careful jaws, Winterleaf bounded back to camp without a backward glance.
Code: StarClan
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Name: Gorseflame
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Wiry-bodied with wild splashes of fiery auburn and mottled grey-black dominating her pelt, along with white paws, chest, face and underside
Personality: Nearly the direct opposite of her well-mannered sister, Gorseflame's attitude is as fiery as her pelt. She is stubborn and occasionally sarcastic, and quick to unsheathe her claws. Still, one might say she has a certain charm about her... provided, of course, one feels like getting their face rearranged. Despite this, she is fiercly loyal to ShadowClan, and none too fond of trespassers.
IC: The calico's sinuous form flowed under and over the fallen trees, seeming to melt into her surroundings despite a brightly-colored pelt. Claws sheathed, her carefully placed steps made no noise on the moist ground. Her jaws cracked open, exposing pearly fangs and allowing the area's scents to drift up to the roof of her mouth. Out of the medly of smells on the air, only one caught her attention-- mouse! Then she saw it, rustling about the uprooted base of one of the felled trees. Tailtip twitching, she pressed her body low to the ground, continuing forward. By the time the mouse was aware it was in danger, it was too late.
The rodent was tossed into the air by lightning-swift claws, and before it could utter a squeak of surpise, Gorseflame caught it deftly in her teeth. Smiling to herself, the she-cat turned around and trotted in the direction of ShadowClan camp.
Code: StarClan
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Other: Winterleaf and Gorseflame, sisters, share a strange connection. It's sort of like Leafpaw and Sqirrelpaw's, if you've read Midnight. The she-cats occasionally get glimpses of what the other is doing or feeling, even if they are very far apart.
((Bleh, sorry that ended up so long. Nice site, by the way. Lovin' the smilies! ;D))
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Medicine Cat
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Small she-cat with thick snowy white fur splashed with black; round jade green eyes
Personality: Patient, gentle, and kind, especially to the sick or injured; somewhat reclusive, seldom seen outside her den; she would rather think than speak, and isn't one for rash desicions
IC: "Where could it be..." muttered the small she-cat to herself as she picked her way along the dark cliffs. Pale eyes skimmed the shady rocks for any sign of the herb she was seeking, ears flicked back with unease. Hearing the undergrowth rustle behind her, she whirled with a surprised yowl, only to see a crow burst from the bush, cawing racously. A flash of white caught her gaze, and she saw, with a purr of relief, the very herb she had been searching for nestled beside the brush from which the crow had emerged. Snatching a few of the delicate, white-flowered stems in her careful jaws, Winterleaf bounded back to camp without a backward glance.
Code: StarClan
-----
Name: Gorseflame
Clan: Shadowclan
Position: Warrior
Age: 13 Moons
Gender: She-cat
Peltage: Wiry-bodied with wild splashes of fiery auburn and mottled grey-black dominating her pelt, along with white paws, chest, face and underside
Personality: Nearly the direct opposite of her well-mannered sister, Gorseflame's attitude is as fiery as her pelt. She is stubborn and occasionally sarcastic, and quick to unsheathe her claws. Still, one might say she has a certain charm about her... provided, of course, one feels like getting their face rearranged. Despite this, she is fiercly loyal to ShadowClan, and none too fond of trespassers.
IC: The calico's sinuous form flowed under and over the fallen trees, seeming to melt into her surroundings despite a brightly-colored pelt. Claws sheathed, her carefully placed steps made no noise on the moist ground. Her jaws cracked open, exposing pearly fangs and allowing the area's scents to drift up to the roof of her mouth. Out of the medly of smells on the air, only one caught her attention-- mouse! Then she saw it, rustling about the uprooted base of one of the felled trees. Tailtip twitching, she pressed her body low to the ground, continuing forward. By the time the mouse was aware it was in danger, it was too late.
The rodent was tossed into the air by lightning-swift claws, and before it could utter a squeak of surpise, Gorseflame caught it deftly in her teeth. Smiling to herself, the she-cat turned around and trotted in the direction of ShadowClan camp.
Code: StarClan
----
Other: Winterleaf and Gorseflame, sisters, share a strange connection. It's sort of like Leafpaw and Sqirrelpaw's, if you've read Midnight. The she-cats occasionally get glimpses of what the other is doing or feeling, even if they are very far apart.
((Bleh, sorry that ended up so long. Nice site, by the way. Lovin' the smilies! ;D))
