Post by |P`a`n`d`a| on Oct 23, 2009 20:13:58 GMT -6
other:
Your Name: Panda
Roleplaying Experience: I have role played in cat, dogs, tigers, horses, supernatural humans, normal humans. About 2 years.
Your Opinion:
Looks sweet to me
character:
Name: Quailpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Med. Cat Apprentice
Description:
Quailpaw is a small grey she-cat with pale green eyes. Her fur is short, with tabby stripes. Quailpaw's nose is a gark grey. She wouldnt really make a good fighting cat, considering she is so small, shes more the help and heal type. Even though shes not the toughest cat, she dish it out. Her muscles are pretty thick. her paws are small, with soft pale grey fur on them. The paw pads are all different colors. Quailpaws claws are sharp also. When she opens her jaws, her teeth are small and VERY sharp, like a small kits. Her tail is a darker grey, and looks kinda stumby. Click here
Personality: Quailpaw is sweet and loving, always wanting to be around others. She loves to be around herbs and plants. She always had a special conection with Starclan. That was her thing when she was little, always aggrevating Adderstrike. Quailpaw hates snakes, bugs, and cold weather. Hot weather isnt really her favorite either. She prefers it to be kinda cool, but not too cool, warm but not too hot. Her bubbly persona can get in the way when it come to being serious, but she really tries. Sometimes it doesnt go over to well. Her favroite fresh-kill is Vole, but she hates Squirrel.
Summary Sweet pale grey tabby She-cat with pale green eyes.
History:
Kithood: She was the only kit in her liter. Her mom was a beautiful grey cat with blue eyes, and her father a rough black tom with forest green eyes. She was the kind of kit that always got in trouble, straying from the nersury, and all that bad stuff. Her father was killed in a battle when she was about 4 moons old, and her mother died of Greencough in her 5th moon. She took it well, but silently she mourned both her perents. She was nursed by one of the other queens until her 6th moon, but by then she was barely in the den with her fister mom, she spent most of her time with Adderstrike. After her mom died, and she was close to being apprenticed she went and told the medicine cat that she wanted to learn the ways of theJedi Medicine Cat. Now she is waiting for Adderstrike to decide...
Roleplaying Sample: A chilly wind swept through the yard, the blind cat fluffed up her thick coat. Even though it was broad daylight, she saw nothing but darkness. She felt her way across the grass, to the tall wooden fence. Not needing to think about how far it was, because she had jumped up there many times before, she leapt upward, grabbing hold of the top with her paws, and scrabbling with her hind legs to get a good hold until she was safely at the top. Cinders fur was long and thick, which meant that it was easily messed up, lifting her paw to her tongue she began to lick her paw, ever so often drawing it over her ear, and the top of her head. Giving herself a good washing. Cinders fluffy tail was wrapped around her tail, when she lay down and tucked her paws under herself.
A chill settled in the air as she began to drift to sleep. Cinder had been lying outside all day. Her ice blue eyes began to flutter with sleep. Hearing a rattle of dry kibble being shaken into her bowl, pricking her ears she leapt off the fence, and raced toward her kitty flap. Detecting the flap, she pushed her way into the house. Reaching her bowl she ate the dry food down. Cinder could smell that night was falling, but she went back to her lookout. Setting down once again she stared at the blackness ahead of her…
(This is from another site.)
Family: Ash-heart (Mother), and Blackfrost (Father) Both Deceased
Mate: None
Code Word: Warrior Cats
Your Name: Panda
Roleplaying Experience: I have role played in cat, dogs, tigers, horses, supernatural humans, normal humans. About 2 years.
Your Opinion:
Looks sweet to me
character:
Name: Quailpaw
Gender: Female
Age: 6 moons
Clan: Shadowclan
Rank: Med. Cat Apprentice
Description:
Quailpaw is a small grey she-cat with pale green eyes. Her fur is short, with tabby stripes. Quailpaw's nose is a gark grey. She wouldnt really make a good fighting cat, considering she is so small, shes more the help and heal type. Even though shes not the toughest cat, she dish it out. Her muscles are pretty thick. her paws are small, with soft pale grey fur on them. The paw pads are all different colors. Quailpaws claws are sharp also. When she opens her jaws, her teeth are small and VERY sharp, like a small kits. Her tail is a darker grey, and looks kinda stumby. Click here
Personality: Quailpaw is sweet and loving, always wanting to be around others. She loves to be around herbs and plants. She always had a special conection with Starclan. That was her thing when she was little, always aggrevating Adderstrike. Quailpaw hates snakes, bugs, and cold weather. Hot weather isnt really her favorite either. She prefers it to be kinda cool, but not too cool, warm but not too hot. Her bubbly persona can get in the way when it come to being serious, but she really tries. Sometimes it doesnt go over to well. Her favroite fresh-kill is Vole, but she hates Squirrel.
Summary Sweet pale grey tabby She-cat with pale green eyes.
History:
Kithood: She was the only kit in her liter. Her mom was a beautiful grey cat with blue eyes, and her father a rough black tom with forest green eyes. She was the kind of kit that always got in trouble, straying from the nersury, and all that bad stuff. Her father was killed in a battle when she was about 4 moons old, and her mother died of Greencough in her 5th moon. She took it well, but silently she mourned both her perents. She was nursed by one of the other queens until her 6th moon, but by then she was barely in the den with her fister mom, she spent most of her time with Adderstrike. After her mom died, and she was close to being apprenticed she went and told the medicine cat that she wanted to learn the ways of the
Roleplaying Sample: A chilly wind swept through the yard, the blind cat fluffed up her thick coat. Even though it was broad daylight, she saw nothing but darkness. She felt her way across the grass, to the tall wooden fence. Not needing to think about how far it was, because she had jumped up there many times before, she leapt upward, grabbing hold of the top with her paws, and scrabbling with her hind legs to get a good hold until she was safely at the top. Cinders fur was long and thick, which meant that it was easily messed up, lifting her paw to her tongue she began to lick her paw, ever so often drawing it over her ear, and the top of her head. Giving herself a good washing. Cinders fluffy tail was wrapped around her tail, when she lay down and tucked her paws under herself.
A chill settled in the air as she began to drift to sleep. Cinder had been lying outside all day. Her ice blue eyes began to flutter with sleep. Hearing a rattle of dry kibble being shaken into her bowl, pricking her ears she leapt off the fence, and raced toward her kitty flap. Detecting the flap, she pushed her way into the house. Reaching her bowl she ate the dry food down. Cinder could smell that night was falling, but she went back to her lookout. Setting down once again she stared at the blackness ahead of her…
(This is from another site.)
Family: Ash-heart (Mother), and Blackfrost (Father) Both Deceased
Mate: None
Code Word: Warrior Cats
