Post by Swimfast on Jul 23, 2009 16:38:39 GMT -5
Name: Hurricane
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Hurricane looks a lot like her brother, Blizzard. She is white, with silver, and light brown streaks, and patches. There is a silver loop around her right eye. She is large, and muscular, like Blizzard, the tip of her tail is gray. Hurricane's eyes are light blue.
Personality: Hurricane is a fair, kind cat, but with a temper that is kind of easy to set off. She is a lot like her brother Blizzard, but doesn't have as much of a fighting sprit. She likes to be alone, but sometimes appreciates the company of another cat. She never stays in one spot very long, Hurricane is always on the move, sometimes roaming clan territory, sometimes hanging around the Carrionplace, or just straying around anywhere she please. She doesn't like to be told what to do, and has an abitious mind set. She sometimes likes to watch the clan cats, and every once in a while, she can be caught listening to a Gathering. Hurricane can only be around a lot of other cats for awhile, then she longs for alone time again, she can be mysterious, and hard to figure out sometimes.
History: Hurricane has to same history as Blizzard. But when she left him, she ran into twoleg terrirtory, and ran into trouble there. She was undecisive for awhile about where to go, she didn't want to join a clan, but she didn't want to turn into a killed, like the Dead Plains cats. So she decided to be a loner, she was on nobodies side, but her own. Ever since, she has been roaming around, where she pleases.
Roleplay Sample: Hurricane sniffed the closest tree, Windclan. She slipped into the territory, and padded quietly toward a mouse scent, watching for patrols. The mouse scent grew stronger, and she slipped into a crouch, and crawled closer, her ear twitched toward a sound. Hurricane lunged quietly, and sunk her teeth into the mouse before it could make a sound, then she stood, and ran off the clan's territory. The mouse was warm, and as soon as she was safe, she crunched into it, and devoured it quickly. She buried to bones, and trotted across the Thunderpath, then clawed her way up a tree on the other side. Hurricane curled into a ball in the hollow of a branh, and closed her eyes, but stayed alert to the sounds around her.
Age: 25 moons
Gender: Female
Clan: Loner
Rank: Loner
Description: Hurricane looks a lot like her brother, Blizzard. She is white, with silver, and light brown streaks, and patches. There is a silver loop around her right eye. She is large, and muscular, like Blizzard, the tip of her tail is gray. Hurricane's eyes are light blue.
Personality: Hurricane is a fair, kind cat, but with a temper that is kind of easy to set off. She is a lot like her brother Blizzard, but doesn't have as much of a fighting sprit. She likes to be alone, but sometimes appreciates the company of another cat. She never stays in one spot very long, Hurricane is always on the move, sometimes roaming clan territory, sometimes hanging around the Carrionplace, or just straying around anywhere she please. She doesn't like to be told what to do, and has an abitious mind set. She sometimes likes to watch the clan cats, and every once in a while, she can be caught listening to a Gathering. Hurricane can only be around a lot of other cats for awhile, then she longs for alone time again, she can be mysterious, and hard to figure out sometimes.
History: Hurricane has to same history as Blizzard. But when she left him, she ran into twoleg terrirtory, and ran into trouble there. She was undecisive for awhile about where to go, she didn't want to join a clan, but she didn't want to turn into a killed, like the Dead Plains cats. So she decided to be a loner, she was on nobodies side, but her own. Ever since, she has been roaming around, where she pleases.
Roleplay Sample: Hurricane sniffed the closest tree, Windclan. She slipped into the territory, and padded quietly toward a mouse scent, watching for patrols. The mouse scent grew stronger, and she slipped into a crouch, and crawled closer, her ear twitched toward a sound. Hurricane lunged quietly, and sunk her teeth into the mouse before it could make a sound, then she stood, and ran off the clan's territory. The mouse was warm, and as soon as she was safe, she crunched into it, and devoured it quickly. She buried to bones, and trotted across the Thunderpath, then clawed her way up a tree on the other side. Hurricane curled into a ball in the hollow of a branh, and closed her eyes, but stayed alert to the sounds around her.
