Post by » // Mysti . | on Aug 26, 2005 17:24:47 GMT -5
[glow=red,2,300]Name:[/glow] Amberleaf
[glow=red,2,300]Clan:[/glow] ThunderClan
[glow=red,2,300]Position:[/glow] Paw
[glow=red,2,300]Age:[/glow] Fifteen moons of age
[glow=red,2,300]Gender:[/glow] She-Cat
[glow=red,2,300]Peltage:[/glow] The base color is the color of embers with different variations of ash, fire, and orange hues. Noticeable but few black stripes that streak all over her petite frame, mostly adorning her face. Ginger splotches dot hither and thither, appearing like fallen leaves. Green eyes pierce through the darkness like glistening peridots.
[glow=red,2,300]Picture:[/glow]
Courtesy of mute.rigent.com/pics/browncat.jpg
Basically, she resembles Brambleclaw in Warriors: The New Prophecy.
[glow=red,2,300]Description:[/glow] A young she-cat, she is sleak and pretty much normal size for a feline. However, she is petite, swift, and agile in such a manner of the lands from whence she originated from. Her homeland is a mystery to her, and the past a whisp of a clouded memory.
[glow=red,2,300]Personality:[/glow] A very shy and delicate creature, her biggest emotion is fear. Afraid of everything, she barely utters a single word. However, once she overcomes her fear, she is quite the spirited she-cat that she was meant to be. Reserved most of the time, she holds a mysterious secret and is not ready to let it be told.
[glow=red,2,300]IC:[/glow] Fear. The very thing that flowed through the young kit's veins, the emotion that kept her running in a blind dash away from the horrible nightmare. Ears were lain flat in an attempt not shown in anger but to block out the demonic like screams of pain and suffering and of the attacking cats rage. Crimson liquid flowed freely from the scratches that lined her small frame; paws stung and began to crack open with each fleeting pawstep. She never looked back, never dared to look upon the horrific scene, but rather ran and kept at it until well into the night. By the time dawn came upon the land, the kit had befallen upon a land unknown to her, but without giving a care, with one last pawstep, she collapsed weakly to the ground. There were no more screams that filled the night air as the distance between the battle and her were very great, but the screams filled her mind. However much they haunted her, loss of so much of her own blood and too weak to go on, exhaustion finally overtook her and sleep was upon her. Little did she know that she had trespassed upon ThunderClan land, slumbering at the very edge of the Clan's border...
(Notice: She is not Clan, rougue, or kittypet born. Oh, that is going to be my introduction post, too, if anyone doesn't mind. It took me awhile to type it all up.)
[glow=red,2,300]Code:[/glow] StarClan's Wrath
