Post by amberleaf on Aug 21, 2005 23:11:27 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] AmberClaw
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan
[glow=red,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] 14 moons.
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=red,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Pale ticked brown fur lines her base, with dark black and brown stripes that almost looked as if they were slashed unto her sides. Along her back and on her tail is an occasional ginger stripe, marking her down as a calico. Her chest and paws are both white, and her eyes are bright amber.
[glow=red,2,300]Picture:[/glow] img387.imageshack.us/img387/6917/speth1sm1mu.jpg
(Just imagine the paws and chest are white <333)
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Very fiery tempered and stubborn, Amberclaw won't hesitate to challenge a leader or deputy's desicions. Like most other warriors of ShadowClan, she has a dark side, and at times might seem shady and secluded. But underneath her tough mask she really does have a fierce, unwavering loyalty toward ShadowClan and StarClan, and will face death if it means protecting the ones she loves.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow] The moon touched the soft pelt of a small feline, making the ginger splotches on her coat glow an eerie amber. Firmly clamped beneath her ivory fangs was a gray squirrel, and her head was held with pride as she trotted back toward camp, the creatures bushy, silver tail brushing across her white chest fur. Suddenly, her ears attentively pricked forward as she heard a faint russling in the bracken. She threw a half nervous, half suspicious glance over her shoulder, and narrowed her amber eyes to dangerous slits. Am I being followed? Every muscles in her lithe body tensed, her pink nose twitched as she tried to pick up any foreign scents that might be drifting in the air. Shrugging, she continued to pad back to camp, though her pace quickened.
[glow=red,2,300]Code:[/glow] StarClan's Wrath
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ShadowClan
[glow=red,2,300]Position:[/glow]Warrior
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] 14 moons.
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-cat
[glow=red,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] Pale ticked brown fur lines her base, with dark black and brown stripes that almost looked as if they were slashed unto her sides. Along her back and on her tail is an occasional ginger stripe, marking her down as a calico. Her chest and paws are both white, and her eyes are bright amber.
[glow=red,2,300]Picture:[/glow] img387.imageshack.us/img387/6917/speth1sm1mu.jpg
(Just imagine the paws and chest are white <333)
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow] Very fiery tempered and stubborn, Amberclaw won't hesitate to challenge a leader or deputy's desicions. Like most other warriors of ShadowClan, she has a dark side, and at times might seem shady and secluded. But underneath her tough mask she really does have a fierce, unwavering loyalty toward ShadowClan and StarClan, and will face death if it means protecting the ones she loves.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow] The moon touched the soft pelt of a small feline, making the ginger splotches on her coat glow an eerie amber. Firmly clamped beneath her ivory fangs was a gray squirrel, and her head was held with pride as she trotted back toward camp, the creatures bushy, silver tail brushing across her white chest fur. Suddenly, her ears attentively pricked forward as she heard a faint russling in the bracken. She threw a half nervous, half suspicious glance over her shoulder, and narrowed her amber eyes to dangerous slits. Am I being followed? Every muscles in her lithe body tensed, her pink nose twitched as she tried to pick up any foreign scents that might be drifting in the air. Shrugging, she continued to pad back to camp, though her pace quickened.
[glow=red,2,300]Code:[/glow] StarClan's Wrath
