Post by hare on Jun 18, 2008 13:25:16 GMT -5
Furcadia Name: Hareflight
Desired IC prefix: Hare
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
[ Physical ]
Distinctive markings were an attention grabber; a pattern of gray stripes decorated the face, limbs, and tail. A soft cream enveloped a majority of the coat, and served as a handy camouflage for the barren climate. Fur was short, but the thickness of it made keeping warm a simple process. Eyes were a light blue, and prone to go cross-eyed if the she-cat focused on close objects.
( Lynx point Siamese mix. )
[ Personality ]
A constant talker, Hareflight stayed true to her Siamese heritage. Always feeling the need to clown around, social blunders followed her every paw-step she took. Feline seemed to have lost her intuition, as she never figured when the time to shut up was, or more often than not, fail to catch on to another's irritation. Her goal in life was to have fun, which may have contributed to breaking certain guidelines in the past, but always kept the she-cat's vision of the future bright.
Experience in Warriors/Feral RP: RPed at Cat Clans a LONG time ago, RP at Tanzania + various wolf dreams.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Hareflight rocked from side to side; front paws kneaded the ground with anticipation. A gray squirrel sat a few fox lengths before her, checking on its winter storage of nuts. Hareflight’s camouflage was satisfactory; a large plant weighed down by snow loomed over her, a dying tree to her right. Paws navigated through the tree’s maze of roots, bringing her closer to the squirrel with each paw-step. Haunches prepared to leap, whiskers stretched forward as if to reach out to her prey.. “Hey it’s you!” Concentration was lost, her clan mate came onto the scene, and Harelfight just couldn’t resist shouting hello. “Agh!” There went her squirrel, making a bee-line for the nearest tree. Creamy she-cat gave chase in vain; her prey was far out of reach. “So..” Striped head turned to face her friend once more, body leaning in the other cat’s direction. Even with a warm meal lost, the go-lucky feline still wanted to strike a conversation with her feline friend. Wow, a lousy hunter with no regrets.
Desired IC prefix: Hare
Gender: Female
Mate: None
Desired Rank: Warrior
Desired Clan: SnowClan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
[ Physical ]
Distinctive markings were an attention grabber; a pattern of gray stripes decorated the face, limbs, and tail. A soft cream enveloped a majority of the coat, and served as a handy camouflage for the barren climate. Fur was short, but the thickness of it made keeping warm a simple process. Eyes were a light blue, and prone to go cross-eyed if the she-cat focused on close objects.
( Lynx point Siamese mix. )
[ Personality ]
A constant talker, Hareflight stayed true to her Siamese heritage. Always feeling the need to clown around, social blunders followed her every paw-step she took. Feline seemed to have lost her intuition, as she never figured when the time to shut up was, or more often than not, fail to catch on to another's irritation. Her goal in life was to have fun, which may have contributed to breaking certain guidelines in the past, but always kept the she-cat's vision of the future bright.
Experience in Warriors/Feral RP: RPed at Cat Clans a LONG time ago, RP at Tanzania + various wolf dreams.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Hareflight rocked from side to side; front paws kneaded the ground with anticipation. A gray squirrel sat a few fox lengths before her, checking on its winter storage of nuts. Hareflight’s camouflage was satisfactory; a large plant weighed down by snow loomed over her, a dying tree to her right. Paws navigated through the tree’s maze of roots, bringing her closer to the squirrel with each paw-step. Haunches prepared to leap, whiskers stretched forward as if to reach out to her prey.. “Hey it’s you!” Concentration was lost, her clan mate came onto the scene, and Harelfight just couldn’t resist shouting hello. “Agh!” There went her squirrel, making a bee-line for the nearest tree. Creamy she-cat gave chase in vain; her prey was far out of reach. “So..” Striped head turned to face her friend once more, body leaning in the other cat’s direction. Even with a warm meal lost, the go-lucky feline still wanted to strike a conversation with her feline friend. Wow, a lousy hunter with no regrets.
