Post by amayaff on Oct 6, 2008 20:10:16 GMT -8
Name:
Darkrain
Age:
24 moons
Gender:
she-cat
Rank:
Warrior
Clan:
Mistclan
Apprentice/Mentor:
n/a
Appearance:
She has a base color of tan, with brown splotches outlined in black all over her body. She has a snow-white underbelly,and a white chin. Her eyes are green, and glow brightly in the sun-light.
Voice:
Her voice is happy and always seems to have a purr in it. It rolls from her tongue like velvet, and is high but low at the same time.
Battle:
She's not the best fighter, but has enough skill to make from a fight without serious wounds. Depending on her opponent that is. She works hard, but fighting just doesn't seem to be one of her things. But despite being weak and not very fast, she's smart and can get blows in every once in a while. And she never gives up, no matter how bad that flight's going.
Personality:
She kind to all, and is very patient. She's helpful whenever she can be and likes to make new friends. She holds respect for her elders and for those higher ranking then her.
History:
Kit-hood: She'd spent her days as a normal kit would, in the nursery with her mom and sibling and wandering around the camp.
Apprentice-ship: She worked hard as an apprentice, and despite her weakness she became a warrior. She was always on time to training and worked hard. Her goal is to prove herself worthy as a warrior.
Warriorship: Though she's a new warrior, she still holds her goal of proving herself to her Clan. She hasn't done anything really except patrols so far.
Family:
Her father still lives, though she doesn't know who he is and her mother died of old age, after living a happy life.
SW:
The rain poured down in heavy sheets as Darkrain padded through the forest, her paws landing softly on the damp layer of fall leaves, her fur pressed tightly to her sides as she walked on. Her ears were perked straight ahead as the faint sound of rustling caught her attention. She slipped silently ahead, her belly close to the ground as she stalked her prey. Her orbs locating it, she leaped forward and killed it with a swift blow to the neck. She stood up, the mouse dangling in her jaws as she padded back to camp.
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