Post by eternity on Jun 16, 2009 14:27:43 GMT -8
Cats name:
Phoenixsong
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Twenty moons
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
River
Description:
{Four main aspects}
Fur:
In a nutshell? Silver tabby, but thats boring right? Let's elaborate, shall we? First, the undercoat. Pure silver {grey}, and that's all it is. Boring... next, the overcoat. Since she is a tabby, she has black markings all over her body, like any other tabby. But her forehead has an area on it that resembles a triangle, multiple triangles, actually. Her lower back has the same pattern.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a magnificent blue colour. It isn't normal, but who cares, it's pretty.
Build:
Sleek, short furred cat. More like a RiverClan cat.
Other:
Medium length whiskers.
Attitude:
{Two main traits}
Motherly:
When Phoenixsong is motherly, she is one of the nicest cats you'll ever meet. She becomes caring, sweet, most things a mother is... including being tough on young cats to teach them a lesson. She isn't normally in this mode, except for when she's pleased, or if she finds a younger cat cute. Talk to her like this, and you'll get a lovey dovey response. {Ew.} She claims she dislikes being this way, and frowns upon it. But maybe one day...
Battle tough:
How she normally is. In this mode she is normally rude and aggressive, being a great fighter, it must have gone into her personality. Odd, but it's how she acts. She'll show no kindness to anybody, except those she respects or likes. {Or family.. maybe.. no, not even her brother. Lol}
Role-playing Exampled:
The young tom was waiting. His tail was twitching mischievously. He was gently scraping the earth, drawing shapes into the soft earth. Yes, he was enjoying himself at the moment. But he was still tense from when Frostpool asked him why he was wearing AmourClan scent...
FILTH! She had called her filth. Hauntstar, the cat that walked his dreams, wandered his thoughts...
He heard Hauntstar call out to him. He followed her and stifled a smile when she was, in his opinion, questioning his sanity. He looked down, embarrassed.
"I..I wanted to see you again, Hauntstar." He looked back up at her, his emerald gaze staring into her cyan one, her beautiful blue eyes...
He was staring, if you could call it that. More like observing, trying to get her image burned into his head.
"Such sweet beauty, like an angel..." He whispered to her, his eyes were almost closed, he was simply intoxicated on her. Her scent, her looks, how she acted, he soaked it all in.
Phoenixsong
Gender:
She-cat
Age:
Twenty moons
Position:
Warrior
Clan:
River
Description:
{Four main aspects}
Fur:
In a nutshell? Silver tabby, but thats boring right? Let's elaborate, shall we? First, the undercoat. Pure silver {grey}, and that's all it is. Boring... next, the overcoat. Since she is a tabby, she has black markings all over her body, like any other tabby. But her forehead has an area on it that resembles a triangle, multiple triangles, actually. Her lower back has the same pattern.
Eyes:
Her eyes are a magnificent blue colour. It isn't normal, but who cares, it's pretty.
Build:
Sleek, short furred cat. More like a RiverClan cat.
Other:
Medium length whiskers.
Attitude:
{Two main traits}
Motherly:
When Phoenixsong is motherly, she is one of the nicest cats you'll ever meet. She becomes caring, sweet, most things a mother is... including being tough on young cats to teach them a lesson. She isn't normally in this mode, except for when she's pleased, or if she finds a younger cat cute. Talk to her like this, and you'll get a lovey dovey response. {Ew.} She claims she dislikes being this way, and frowns upon it. But maybe one day...
Battle tough:
How she normally is. In this mode she is normally rude and aggressive, being a great fighter, it must have gone into her personality. Odd, but it's how she acts. She'll show no kindness to anybody, except those she respects or likes. {Or family.. maybe.. no, not even her brother. Lol}
Role-playing Exampled:
The young tom was waiting. His tail was twitching mischievously. He was gently scraping the earth, drawing shapes into the soft earth. Yes, he was enjoying himself at the moment. But he was still tense from when Frostpool asked him why he was wearing AmourClan scent...
"So, mind telling me why you have AmourClan scent?" The she-cat's tail was twitching, and her eyes were searching for answers. Fadedstripe's mouth dropped open. He forgot about the scent.
"W-what are you talking about?" He stuttered, shocked. Frostpool snorted and rolled her eyes.
"I won't tell, just go wash that filth off."
FILTH! She had called her filth. Hauntstar, the cat that walked his dreams, wandered his thoughts...
He heard Hauntstar call out to him. He followed her and stifled a smile when she was, in his opinion, questioning his sanity. He looked down, embarrassed.
"I..I wanted to see you again, Hauntstar." He looked back up at her, his emerald gaze staring into her cyan one, her beautiful blue eyes...
He was staring, if you could call it that. More like observing, trying to get her image burned into his head.
"Such sweet beauty, like an angel..." He whispered to her, his eyes were almost closed, he was simply intoxicated on her. Her scent, her looks, how she acted, he soaked it all in.
