Post by little on May 5, 2009 20:06:19 GMT -5
Name: Littleheart
Age: 34 moons
Gender: She cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Very small lean, long haired white she cat, with orange eyes and very long black whiskers, her back claws are very long and thick for a cat.
Personality: Smart, kind, loves shiny things! Shy to talk at full moon with other cats. Always tries to have fun and work hard at the same time. Always will love the wind and rain.. She would go over to hunt on the hills by ShadowClan teritory To get a differnt smell in her nose. She is selfless, and don't make fun of her size or... well just don't
History: Had a plain kit hood, her mother took very good care of her. As a apprentice she was one of the best hunters of all the cats, but was never very good at fighting. Was a great warrior some of moons . And never got sick NEVER! But as a apprentice her father (Lionwind) run off to be a loner in the TwolegPlace and she never forgot about him and made her as shy as she is today. And would get mad and sad to think of her mother, she ran off with him the full moon of her first gathering. So she is shy to talk because she thinks they will leave her too. But never made it too bad and tried to be herself, and will die for a cat because of her shyness to loose them. b]
Roleplay Sample: I was out on the grass with the wind at its highest . My fur ruffled in the wind. I looked around to see a fat mouse in the thick grasses. I slowly stalked forward to the mouse. I pounce right on it with a swift bit of the neck without one sound. I was right on the fresh piece of fresh kill to smell that smell that she loved. "To hunt is to live" she said in her mind. She grab the mouse to go get her rabbit she hunted before. She walked over to the top of a hill. I dung in the grass to find the rabbit that she got some time ago. I tried to pull the rabbit out, I grab it with my teeth harder until... POP! I roll right down the hill rolling on my back, this happen to me a lot here on this hill. When I stopped rolling I got the rabbit that came down with me. The rabbit had grass and mud on it. "I'll wash that off", she though. So she grab the rabbit. I'll just bring this back to came all the same, they wouldn't be eating the fur. ( That would be weird if they did that). "This is a fat rabbit!" she tried to say but her mouth did not form the words for me. I put the fat rabbit on my slim back with the soft lifeless mouse in my mouth. I love the wind. I will always be in WindClan with AmberStar, the greatest leader of all time. And with my good friend Cherryheart I will be happy. I started walking to the path that lead back to camp. When I got there to the path, it made me want to run really fast. I was one of the fastest cats in the forest, I would run all the time. I did not have big huge mussels like all the other clans, but what I got was a lean body made for hunting and running and well, for her not fighting. Most of her clanmates were runners. She was the smallest warrior of all the cats in I think all the clans.. As small as a apprentice some would say. Not to her face. But she didn't care because she was still a great hunter and an well, an okay fighter. I did hate to fight but if I had to, I would use my WindClan hunting skills to fight. I would never get hurt because I am so fast. Littleheart started to run as fast as she could to get back to camp. It was late so she had to get some more prey for the next day. (Most of them like to sit around camp waiting for someone to bring a nice piece of prey for them). She was half way back to camp when a drop of cold rain hit her nose. It rains all the time a lot here mostly because of spring, I hope.
Age: 34 moons
Gender: She cat
Clan: WindClan
Rank: Warrior
Description: Very small lean, long haired white she cat, with orange eyes and very long black whiskers, her back claws are very long and thick for a cat.
Personality: Smart, kind, loves shiny things! Shy to talk at full moon with other cats. Always tries to have fun and work hard at the same time. Always will love the wind and rain.. She would go over to hunt on the hills by ShadowClan teritory To get a differnt smell in her nose. She is selfless, and don't make fun of her size or... well just don't
History: Had a plain kit hood, her mother took very good care of her. As a apprentice she was one of the best hunters of all the cats, but was never very good at fighting. Was a great warrior some of moons . And never got sick NEVER! But as a apprentice her father (Lionwind) run off to be a loner in the TwolegPlace and she never forgot about him and made her as shy as she is today. And would get mad and sad to think of her mother, she ran off with him the full moon of her first gathering. So she is shy to talk because she thinks they will leave her too. But never made it too bad and tried to be herself, and will die for a cat because of her shyness to loose them. b]
Roleplay Sample: I was out on the grass with the wind at its highest . My fur ruffled in the wind. I looked around to see a fat mouse in the thick grasses. I slowly stalked forward to the mouse. I pounce right on it with a swift bit of the neck without one sound. I was right on the fresh piece of fresh kill to smell that smell that she loved. "To hunt is to live" she said in her mind. She grab the mouse to go get her rabbit she hunted before. She walked over to the top of a hill. I dung in the grass to find the rabbit that she got some time ago. I tried to pull the rabbit out, I grab it with my teeth harder until... POP! I roll right down the hill rolling on my back, this happen to me a lot here on this hill. When I stopped rolling I got the rabbit that came down with me. The rabbit had grass and mud on it. "I'll wash that off", she though. So she grab the rabbit. I'll just bring this back to came all the same, they wouldn't be eating the fur. ( That would be weird if they did that). "This is a fat rabbit!" she tried to say but her mouth did not form the words for me. I put the fat rabbit on my slim back with the soft lifeless mouse in my mouth. I love the wind. I will always be in WindClan with AmberStar, the greatest leader of all time. And with my good friend Cherryheart I will be happy. I started walking to the path that lead back to camp. When I got there to the path, it made me want to run really fast. I was one of the fastest cats in the forest, I would run all the time. I did not have big huge mussels like all the other clans, but what I got was a lean body made for hunting and running and well, for her not fighting. Most of her clanmates were runners. She was the smallest warrior of all the cats in I think all the clans.. As small as a apprentice some would say. Not to her face. But she didn't care because she was still a great hunter and an well, an okay fighter. I did hate to fight but if I had to, I would use my WindClan hunting skills to fight. I would never get hurt because I am so fast. Littleheart started to run as fast as she could to get back to camp. It was late so she had to get some more prey for the next day. (Most of them like to sit around camp waiting for someone to bring a nice piece of prey for them). She was half way back to camp when a drop of cold rain hit her nose. It rains all the time a lot here mostly because of spring, I hope.
