Posts by Goldehwolfeh

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    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Battlefoot[/size]
    [size=5]Of SkyClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Copper
    Pelt: red tabby
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a long furred she-cat with serene eyes and a torn right ear. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I have a way of being two steps ahead of most other cats.


    History: My mother was murdered by a gang of three rogues.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Nerine[/size]
    [size=5]Of the Outcasts[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Amber
    Pelt: Light brown and buff
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a fluffy he-wolf with a mischievous gleam in my eyes and a missing tail. I am a daydreamer and cannot concentrate long on anything, but I never tell a lie.


    History: There are these four Black Forest wolves trying to kill or kidnap me...I'm not sure which.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Windpaw[/size]
    [size=5]Of RiverClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: Blue
    Pelt: Blue
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a soft-pelted she-cat with innocent-looking eyes and four long scars down the left flank. I tend to get in trouble a lot, but I am a good fighter.


    History: My mother was murdered by a gang of five rogues.

    Windpaw was a shy, scared apprentice. She looked around, see lots of cats of riverclan, every since she was Windkit. She has been pretty shy. She went on top of a rock and watched, feeling pretty lonely.
    She loved watching the clan.

    Windpaw looked at Hazelpaw she was quiet for a few minutes.
    "Oh hello. Hazelpaw"
    She mewed in reply.
    Windpaw was a little tired and felt the need for sleep, but she was wide awake, and she sat up.


    [size=4]I am...[/size]
    [size=6]Owlflight[/size]
    [size=5]Of ShadowClan[/size]



    [size=3]Eyes: grey
    Pelt: black and white
    [/size]


    Traits: I am a a scraggly furred tom with deep, thoughtful eyes and a white locket of fur on my chest. I cannot swim at all, but no matter what, my heart is in the right place.


    History: My brother was killed by his own best friend.

    Owlflight was moping around, His gaze set upon many things. He made sure no intruders came, and every patrol came back safely. He was really protective over the clan, although he isn't the deputy or the leader of Shadowclan. He wanted to do everything he could to help his clan. being a warrior was hard for him. He remembered witnessing his mother's death as a kit. He peered to make sure no rouges came near the forest.


    He was pretty sly as well. But still mourning his mothers death.

    She stood up and nodded. She looked around.
    "Well it was nice to meet you.. Coldpaw" She mewed
    She took a step forward.
    "Coldpaw.. You sure you want to adventure with me and Hazelpaw?" she hesitated