Post by Ginger ♥ on Aug 22, 2008 21:14:09 GMT -5
Name:Snowtail
Age: 37 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Deputy, hopefully
Family: sister Chili, and niece Gingerpaw
Picture: Clicky!
Personality: Snowtail cares a lot about what cats think of her. since she is from a different clan and is very cautious about what she says. She is usually quiet and happy, except when there is a different feel in the air, like tension. Most times though she'll stay in a group of warriors and listen to the rumors and battle teqniucs and add comments. She can make friends easily, but if being mean to her she'll dish out the same as you. She trys to fit in with the clan, but some are wary of her, with Riverclan blood and all. She mostly spents her times hunting and patrolly, trying to keep her paws busy. Her eyes are usually filled with timidness and understanding. She thinks to herself sometimes, making herself wise.
Appearance: Snowtail is a white cat with golden eyes. She has black painted on the top of her cranium and along her haunches, with a destinguished white tail. Her white fur is more of silver color than a creamy color. Her claws are a devine white with black specks and are very short, but sharp. Her teeth are blunt and almost dul and stained yellow from moons of fighting.Her tail is more fluffy than her sister's and her whole coat is thick with fur to fight off the cold winds from the north winds. Her angular ears are almost untouched by claws, but a barely noticable scar on the back of her right ear.
History: When Snowkit was born she had a sister, Thornkit. Thornkit loved the water while Snowkit stared off at Shadowclan, wondering what it was like. She refused to believe the stories that Shadowclan was evil. She was always warmer than other cats with her thick coat. A sunrise or two after she was apprenticed along with Thornpaw, she decided to see what it was like in Shadowclan. When she put one paw into Shadowclan territory she was swarmed by a patrol. She wasn't greeted with open arms as you can imagine. She was only excepted when the medicine cat saw that they needed more paws around the camp. She had to train twice as hard just to show her loyalty. She finally saw why she had such a thick coat, to protect her from the north winds. Snowpaw finally became a warrior and now almost the whole clan trusts except some who don't think she belongs.
RP Sample: Snowtail came into the clearing. This was where the apprentices usually trained, but today she'll use the fern inclosed clearing as her thinking area. Today's topic her sister and Rollingstorm. She wondered what happened to her sister. She hadn't seen her at gatherings since the battle with Thunderclan and Shadowclan. She had heard rumors of her being exiled and her one and only survivng kit thriving and being picked on about her mom. She had do admit she wasn't doing much better and dreadfully missed Thorntooth. But she had found a place among the heretics in Shadowclan. Of all the cats to have claimed Starclan didn't exist it was Rollingstorm, a rouge accepted into Thunderclan. Ugh, someone not clan born or a Shadowclan cat? Man, could it get any worse. She padded to the shade of a Crape Myrtle and lied down beside a patch of brambles watching the clearing. But she had to admitt Rollingstorm had a point in saying Starclan did not exist. Why would they let greencough take over all the clan cats. Some, were in fact, alreadly dead or unsavable. So many good wariors gone. What would happen next?
{all the rp examples I have given are from Warriors Forest, and this one is based on their plot}
Age: 37 moons
Gender: she-cat
Clan: ShadowClan
Rank: Deputy, hopefully
Family: sister Chili, and niece Gingerpaw
Picture: Clicky!
Personality: Snowtail cares a lot about what cats think of her. since she is from a different clan and is very cautious about what she says. She is usually quiet and happy, except when there is a different feel in the air, like tension. Most times though she'll stay in a group of warriors and listen to the rumors and battle teqniucs and add comments. She can make friends easily, but if being mean to her she'll dish out the same as you. She trys to fit in with the clan, but some are wary of her, with Riverclan blood and all. She mostly spents her times hunting and patrolly, trying to keep her paws busy. Her eyes are usually filled with timidness and understanding. She thinks to herself sometimes, making herself wise.
Appearance: Snowtail is a white cat with golden eyes. She has black painted on the top of her cranium and along her haunches, with a destinguished white tail. Her white fur is more of silver color than a creamy color. Her claws are a devine white with black specks and are very short, but sharp. Her teeth are blunt and almost dul and stained yellow from moons of fighting.Her tail is more fluffy than her sister's and her whole coat is thick with fur to fight off the cold winds from the north winds. Her angular ears are almost untouched by claws, but a barely noticable scar on the back of her right ear.
History: When Snowkit was born she had a sister, Thornkit. Thornkit loved the water while Snowkit stared off at Shadowclan, wondering what it was like. She refused to believe the stories that Shadowclan was evil. She was always warmer than other cats with her thick coat. A sunrise or two after she was apprenticed along with Thornpaw, she decided to see what it was like in Shadowclan. When she put one paw into Shadowclan territory she was swarmed by a patrol. She wasn't greeted with open arms as you can imagine. She was only excepted when the medicine cat saw that they needed more paws around the camp. She had to train twice as hard just to show her loyalty. She finally saw why she had such a thick coat, to protect her from the north winds. Snowpaw finally became a warrior and now almost the whole clan trusts except some who don't think she belongs.
RP Sample: Snowtail came into the clearing. This was where the apprentices usually trained, but today she'll use the fern inclosed clearing as her thinking area. Today's topic her sister and Rollingstorm. She wondered what happened to her sister. She hadn't seen her at gatherings since the battle with Thunderclan and Shadowclan. She had heard rumors of her being exiled and her one and only survivng kit thriving and being picked on about her mom. She had do admit she wasn't doing much better and dreadfully missed Thorntooth. But she had found a place among the heretics in Shadowclan. Of all the cats to have claimed Starclan didn't exist it was Rollingstorm, a rouge accepted into Thunderclan. Ugh, someone not clan born or a Shadowclan cat? Man, could it get any worse. She padded to the shade of a Crape Myrtle and lied down beside a patch of brambles watching the clearing. But she had to admitt Rollingstorm had a point in saying Starclan did not exist. Why would they let greencough take over all the clan cats. Some, were in fact, alreadly dead or unsavable. So many good wariors gone. What would happen next?
{all the rp examples I have given are from Warriors Forest, and this one is based on their plot}
