WillowFlame- Gorgeous She-Cat- May she join BloodClan??

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    WillowFlame- may she join BloodClan?


    She-cat
    Appearance: Dark violent eyes and brown and black fur. Three paws white, tip of tail white. Big scar crosses her eye from battle.
    Social: Single at the time
    Kits: None
    Personality: Sassy, wise, fierce, strong, and extremely bitter-sweet.
    Info: Teriffic hunter; family killed by rouges; extremely beautiful inside and out; loyal to clan but would take risks against the warrior code if necessary.
    Be careful: Has razor sharp claws and teeth; can stun with beauty and tricks; is very fast and swift

    "I am no kittypet, mouse-brain," hissed WillowFlame, "and I am here because I want to join BloodClan."

    WillowFlame's beautiful purple eyes shimmered as she thought. "My swift hunting skills, which allow me to hunt very quickly. My razor sharp teeth and claws, good for fighting and hunting. My gracefulness. I can jump from tree to tree and not miss any footing." WillowFlame licked her paw. "And my beauty, which stuns my opponent long enough for me to give a surprise attack."

    as they entered the camp some cats started asking questions of the outsider in there camp. 'what is she doing here?' 'why wasn't she drivin out or better yet killed?'

    WillowFlame hissed madly at the cats, but soon found it was no use and just ignored them.

    "don't worry about them they will exept you sooner or later." he said grimly looking at the nearest cat "some are more mouse-brained than others."

    WillowFlame growled deeply, "I've noticed..." she looked around at all of the cats.

    WillowFlane looked in awe at the leafer's den. She realized she was far behind, and raced to keep up with the tom.

    WillowFlame shook her head. "No, and thank you." she licked the tom affectionately between the ears and trotted off to the warriors den.

    OOC: K.


    IC: WillowFlame awoke at the smell of fresh kill and licked her muzzle hungrily. "Wow, thank you! I am starving." She picked a juicy chaffinch from the pike and began to pick it's feathers.