Post by mokey on Jun 19, 2008 23:43:35 GMT -5
Alt Name:Stormshadow
Desired IC prefix:Stormkit
Gender:Female (I read your note Eve and I didn't want to change, sorry)
Mate:None, yet atleast
Desired Rank:Kit, but for only a moon (I hope)
Desired Clan:Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):A sweet and gentle kit with almost always sparkling blue eyes. Her fur is brown with white socks and white-tipped tail.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:I'm pretty good at rping in Warriors dreams (Atleast thats what i think from the inside)
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Stormkit placed her paws gently as she padded underneath the cover of ferns and such in the forest. She had never seen this part before and wondered if she was lost. This wasn't her first time of being completely lost, physically and mentally. Blue eyes hadn't spotted her sister's cream pelt in moonhighs. They were usually together all day, every day, but sadly not now. She kept pading alittle ways until she heard a soft rustle to the side of her. It was obviously a mouse with its small sound. Slowly she turned and lept, not even bothering to crouch. She was quick, but the mouse was quicker. Paws slipped as she slid and lost her prey.
Desired IC prefix:Stormkit
Gender:Female (I read your note Eve and I didn't want to change, sorry)
Mate:None, yet atleast
Desired Rank:Kit, but for only a moon (I hope)
Desired Clan:Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):A sweet and gentle kit with almost always sparkling blue eyes. Her fur is brown with white socks and white-tipped tail.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:I'm pretty good at rping in Warriors dreams (Atleast thats what i think from the inside)
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs): Stormkit placed her paws gently as she padded underneath the cover of ferns and such in the forest. She had never seen this part before and wondered if she was lost. This wasn't her first time of being completely lost, physically and mentally. Blue eyes hadn't spotted her sister's cream pelt in moonhighs. They were usually together all day, every day, but sadly not now. She kept pading alittle ways until she heard a soft rustle to the side of her. It was obviously a mouse with its small sound. Slowly she turned and lept, not even bothering to crouch. She was quick, but the mouse was quicker. Paws slipped as she slid and lost her prey.
