Post by whiteleaf on Jun 21, 2008 15:59:03 GMT -5
Alt Name:Whiteleaf
Desired IC prefix:Whiteleaf
Gender:She-cat
Mate:none. sorta looking. sorta not.
Desired Rank:Warrior
Desired Clan:Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
As you loook at her, you see the shine of the moon in her eyes. As you look lower you see that the white she-cat has a glistening shine to her white, moonlight fur. By the looks of her sleek fur, and her height, she must be about eight or nine moons.As you stare longer at her, she catches your gaze and holds it for a few seconds. She smiles and looks away, leaving you pondering over what she must be thinking. She stares back into the sky smiling.
[Personality]:She'd rather be out hunting than cooped up in camp, but she will obey the clan code and protect her clan with her life. Her answer isn't always to fight. She would rather get all the information first. She won't rush to conclusions. She is sweet yet firey in a way.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
I've been in plenty of Warrior's dreams. At one point, I was a loner in the Arrows dream and befreinded a mudclan cat named Icepelt(or Trish_01). After they dissapeard, I went to other dreams. I've been to Cat clans of the moon, I've been to that one in The Wylde, called Dawn of a new era, which is one of the pretty good effects dreams, like the water covering my alt when it went into streams, and the realistic colors. Yet, in other dreams, like Greenstar's dream, and in others, I believe, the prey was timed so if you take too long trying to catch it, it'd run away. I've been in the new Tribe's dream, I've been in the kik's dream. I've also been in wolf rp dreams such as Northern rp, and Alpine Ravine.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
(Walk in the snow/hunt/fight) Whiteleaf padded on through the snow as it crunched under her paws. At first, it used to bother her, but she got used to it.
She opened her mouth, trying to catch a prey scent in this leafbare. She scented mouse. She pinpointed it scurrying around the roots of a small oak. Keeping, light on her haunches, she crept foward, dipping her paws lightly in the snow, so they didn't crunch. She was three mouse lengths away before the small creature scented her and began to scurry under the root, but it was too late. Whiteleaf was already on top of it, and finished it off in one quick bite before it could squeel. She gave thanks to Starclan for the prey and picked it up lightly in her jaws and burried it beneth the oak to come back to it later.
Sending up rifts of snow in excitement with the dim sun making her white fur shimmer, she glanced in the sky and already saw the moon full even thouh it was still light out. Tonight was the Gathering, she knew, and hoped, she would be picked to come.
She then scented something in the frosty air. A cat! It wasn't from her clan she could tell, but it wasn't from any of the clans. A rouge! She could see the brown and black tom clearly now. He smelled of crowfood. He was carrying a thrush in his jaws, so he must not've scented her. She crouched in the undergrouwth. She decided to pounce on him from the back. No, that wouldn't be very wise. all the cat would have to do is flip over and knock the breath out of her. So she decided to jump from the back silently, and land in front of him, putting the tom in shock and she would give him a few swipes here and there.
She put her plan into action. It worked perfectly. The tom was shocked and Whiteeaf delivered a few swipes to the tom's muzzle, making him drop his thrush, and batted his head making him shake his head to get rid of the dizzyness. The tom backed away and looked around, but Whiteleaf had already rammed into him from the side and flipped the tom over. Whiteleaf battered his belly with unsheathed claws sending the rouge scurrying out from under her and fly into the underbrush of leafbare.
Whiteleaf picked up the tom's kill and headed over to her mouse, and began to hurry back to camp to report the rouge in her terratory. She wondered where the rouge had come from, and if he would return, but she knew she'd given that cat some scars to remember.
Desired IC prefix:Whiteleaf
Gender:She-cat
Mate:none. sorta looking. sorta not.
Desired Rank:Warrior
Desired Clan:Snowclan
Description of Character (Physical features and Personality):
As you loook at her, you see the shine of the moon in her eyes. As you look lower you see that the white she-cat has a glistening shine to her white, moonlight fur. By the looks of her sleek fur, and her height, she must be about eight or nine moons.As you stare longer at her, she catches your gaze and holds it for a few seconds. She smiles and looks away, leaving you pondering over what she must be thinking. She stares back into the sky smiling.
[Personality]:She'd rather be out hunting than cooped up in camp, but she will obey the clan code and protect her clan with her life. Her answer isn't always to fight. She would rather get all the information first. She won't rush to conclusions. She is sweet yet firey in a way.
Experience in Warriors/Feral rp:
I've been in plenty of Warrior's dreams. At one point, I was a loner in the Arrows dream and befreinded a mudclan cat named Icepelt(or Trish_01). After they dissapeard, I went to other dreams. I've been to Cat clans of the moon, I've been to that one in The Wylde, called Dawn of a new era, which is one of the pretty good effects dreams, like the water covering my alt when it went into streams, and the realistic colors. Yet, in other dreams, like Greenstar's dream, and in others, I believe, the prey was timed so if you take too long trying to catch it, it'd run away. I've been in the new Tribe's dream, I've been in the kik's dream. I've also been in wolf rp dreams such as Northern rp, and Alpine Ravine.
Sample Post (Can be reposted from logs):
(Walk in the snow/hunt/fight) Whiteleaf padded on through the snow as it crunched under her paws. At first, it used to bother her, but she got used to it.
She opened her mouth, trying to catch a prey scent in this leafbare. She scented mouse. She pinpointed it scurrying around the roots of a small oak. Keeping, light on her haunches, she crept foward, dipping her paws lightly in the snow, so they didn't crunch. She was three mouse lengths away before the small creature scented her and began to scurry under the root, but it was too late. Whiteleaf was already on top of it, and finished it off in one quick bite before it could squeel. She gave thanks to Starclan for the prey and picked it up lightly in her jaws and burried it beneth the oak to come back to it later.
Sending up rifts of snow in excitement with the dim sun making her white fur shimmer, she glanced in the sky and already saw the moon full even thouh it was still light out. Tonight was the Gathering, she knew, and hoped, she would be picked to come.
She then scented something in the frosty air. A cat! It wasn't from her clan she could tell, but it wasn't from any of the clans. A rouge! She could see the brown and black tom clearly now. He smelled of crowfood. He was carrying a thrush in his jaws, so he must not've scented her. She crouched in the undergrouwth. She decided to pounce on him from the back. No, that wouldn't be very wise. all the cat would have to do is flip over and knock the breath out of her. So she decided to jump from the back silently, and land in front of him, putting the tom in shock and she would give him a few swipes here and there.
She put her plan into action. It worked perfectly. The tom was shocked and Whiteeaf delivered a few swipes to the tom's muzzle, making him drop his thrush, and batted his head making him shake his head to get rid of the dizzyness. The tom backed away and looked around, but Whiteleaf had already rammed into him from the side and flipped the tom over. Whiteleaf battered his belly with unsheathed claws sending the rouge scurrying out from under her and fly into the underbrush of leafbare.
Whiteleaf picked up the tom's kill and headed over to her mouse, and began to hurry back to camp to report the rouge in her terratory. She wondered where the rouge had come from, and if he would return, but she knew she'd given that cat some scars to remember.
