Character Name:
Snow}Snowkit}Snowpaw}Snowshoe
Character Age:
1 moon
Gender:
She-cat
Alliance:
The one and only, ShadowClan
Rank:
Kit
Appearance:
As snow streaks down from the white sky, you never see this cat coming. Before your cold-hearted death you'll see two pink eyes, then darkness.
Snowshoe is a ragged looking, short-furred albino kitten at the moment and doesn’t have a scratch on her. Except one, a very unexpectedly huge scar for such a small kit. A long pink and jagged scar behind her leg is very noticeable to most cats. You'll find out why she has that in her history. Her fur is surprisingly soft and well cared for, even though it has a ragged appearance. Her paws are small and help her run swiftly, her paws fit perfectly on her miniscule body. Her build is skinny, lean, and small, which makes her fit for stalking and running. Oh and one last detail about this lovely beauty. She has a skinny, long, and broken tail. There's no history behind her tail, she was just well... born that way.
Personality:
---Likes:
Hunting with friends.
Going for a run.
Getting to join a battle.
--- Dislikes:
A peaceful day.
Losing.
Super happy cats.
---Strengths:
Her speed on the battle field and for hunting prey.
Her stalking abilities.
---Weaknesses:
Bites off more then she can chew (Figure of speech).
A little bit crazy when it comes to plans for battle.
Not the strongest cat you would ever meet.
History (8 or more sentences):
Long before Snowshoe had come to ShadowClan, A WindClan tom had mated with a beautiful loner named, Small. Small was an albino like Snowshoe, red eyes and all. After moons of waiting, the kits were born. Eight kits to be exact. Five toms and three she-cats. They all were chocolate tabbys or albinos. But of course... they all died, but one. The lucky little runt. Snow. Small went into a deep depression and sort of went insane. She forced Snow to hunt at a young age, not even a moon old, and Snow would only catch a pitiful shrew or vole. Most times she would catch nothing, and would have to travel all the way to the Two-leg place to get, disgusting crow-food. One day, her mother was horribly mad at her for no reason and scarred her leg, and every day when she came home with no prey, she would re-open the scar on her back, left leg, almost making her bleed to death once. She finally ran away to ShadowClan. Her new home.
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Sorry if this was sloppy, this is my first time making an advanced bio.