Posts by warriorgirl1220

[br]I am a long pelted she-cat with serene eyes and forward-folded ears. I am deathly afraid of water and will never enter any water, but I honour and respect my elders, always.
[br]My mother died giving birth and my father blamed me for her death.

Echo trotted along, her long silver tail high in the air like a banner. Her head swung from side to side and she paused every few moments, unsure of herself. There was something about this place she didn't like. She could smell cats everywhere, but the scents were all muddled up. She sat for a moment, rubbing her nose and thinking. She was knew to the area, but last she'd heard, there weren't any groups of cats living around here. She began to think she was mistaken and stood, bristling with worry.

Name: Tempest
Gender: female
Rank: Omega
Appearance: She's small and quick, with short grey fur and a white underbelly. Her back is covered in black tick marks and her ears are black as well.
Personality: She's fiercely independent and acts dominant a lot of the time. She's young, but smart, and is a good strategist during the hunts. Tempest's not afraid to attack, and will do anything for her friends.
Other: She was raised in the pack, but her parents were loners, which gives her a habit of wandering off for a few days, then returning suddenly like nothing happened.

Buzzard climbed steadily up a large hill, glancing back over his shoulder from time to time. He breathed a sigh of relief and paused to take a breath, looking over the forest the stretched out in front of him. Hopefully, the cats in control around here wouldn't mind his passing through and maybe borrowing some prey and little things from the forest. He smiled confidently, his bright ginger fur shining in the sunlight, and he darted down the hill towards the woods.

Character Name: Jaysong

Gender: Tom

Clan{if any}: Riverclan

Rank: Warrior

Appearance(Must look realistic--NO RED EYES!):

Personality:

History(Not needed):

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[br]Pelt: red tabby
Eyes: vivid blue
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[br]I am a long furred tom with deep, thoughtful eyes and large, widely set ears. I am a daydreamer and cannot concentrate long on anything, but I am never afraid to say what I feel when I have to.
[br]My father was a traitor to our Clan and helped rogues organise raids on our Clan. He was found out and hunted after, but never caught. He is a rogue out there now.

Jaysong padded into the warriors den, holding a small fish in his jaws. He sat and began to eat, then looked up at the two she-cats, "Oh, hi! Don't mind me, I'm just eating real quick."

He look up, "Huh? oh, I have to go out hunting again. Apparently, the fish I caught were too small." He wrinkled his nose in irritation.

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Name: Klink
Rank: Apprentice
Appearance: A large, strong tom, with a white pelt and dark grey patches. He has large golden eyes and long white claws
Gender: Tom
Personality: He's determined, but lazy. He'll respect those with the pure strength to make him move, but other than that, he's a bit of a lump.

Klink lay near camp in a beam of sunlight, relaxing. He smiled at Hawkstorm, "Hi."

"Sure, though it might take a while." He smile sheepishly, "I'm not the best fisher."

He yawned, tail flicking from side to side. "I guess."

He stood, stretching, then followed along. His golden eyes flicked around, then he smiled slightly.

Klink looked around the clearing, curious.

"Don't worry, I'll show you the basics." He smiled charmingly, tail waving.

Klink sat and watched, tail waving back and forth.

[br]I am a scarred tom with exotic-looking eyes and six toes on the left front paw. I lose my temper very easily, but I learn very quickly from my mistakes.
[br]My father was killed by a gang of four rogues.

[br]I am a short furred she-cat with round, wild eyes and a light, bouncy spring to my walk. I am always worrying about anything and everything, but I am loyal to the Warrior Code to the very end.
[br]My mother died giving birth and I was the only survivor in the litter.

Rapid, a large, muscular, dark tabby tom, padded through Twolegplace with the practiced ease of a cat who'd spent his life in these streets. He paused, smelling new cats, cats he'd never met, and picked up the pace as he headed towards them, a slight smile on his face.